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Yes, but not the food.
“Castor, I can’t.”
“Don’t do it to me, kid.” He puts a hand on his chest. “I couldn’t bear a rejection.”
“I never miss a shift, no matter how sad, or hungover, or—”
He leans in to kiss me, and I shut up on the spot.
My lips soften to accept his. God, had I known he tasted this good… I wouldn’t have let him leave that night. The slight suction of his minty breath pulls all of the heat up from my chest and disperses it all over my body. Had he been planning to kiss me?
When his big hand cradles around my ribs, I get the green light to put mine behind his head.
I scrunch his hair in my grip, telling him I don’t want this moment to end.
When we do stop to take a breath, my chest is rising and falling like I just ran a marathon, and when he opens his pearly blue eyes, it nearly seizes. We both smirk, lingering in the intense pull we’ve unleashed. Then go right back in for more. His tongue rolls into mine as his fingers start to inch away from my side and toward my belly.
He’s ripping my shirt up out of my skirt to feel skin-on-skin. His hand is warm. Like, fire warm. Do I make him hot too?
“Castor,” my voice is weak as he claws down. “I have to get back to work.” I’m saying things, but I make no move to stop him. I’ve been aching for three days to feel his hands on me again.
“Yeah, we all have places to be, don’t we?” He wriggles through the elastic of my skirt to find a pool of damp heat near my slit. When he exhales a moan upon reaching it, I’m that much more turned on.
Is it naughty that I freshened up down there mid-shift just in case?
He rubs me over the panties, and this time I wasn’t dumb enough to wear my avogatos. It’s a burning building between my legs, and when he curves two fingers to apply pressure, I forget all of my troubles.
I bite his lip gingerly, then stick my tongue more aggressively into his mouth. More. I reach for his cock, but he grabs my hand to stop me again. Déjà vu.
Not this time.
“If I haven’t seen that bulge before when we were teenagers, I’d be worried you didn’t have a dick.”
He cackles low, making the back seat vibrate, then let’s me overpower him so I can finally get a handful of that girthy cock tangled under his slacks. I realize it’s a full-blown poisonous snake as I run my fist up and down, tracing the shape.
I’m thrilled to see his breathing labored now. He makes me feel desired, and I need to repay him for that. I tug at his belt, making a lot of noises as I wrestle to open his pants. All the while his gold rings click together as he shoves my panties aside to get the real deal.
I freeze when those two familiar sausages dance in my hole. There’s nothing I can do about it, so I bite at his shoulder to tell him what he’s doing to me, then he pushes harder inside me. I yelp with pleasure, kicking off my flats and bracing on the car door, snaking one leg around him, so he can push his fingers into me as hard as he desires.
“Mmph,” I moan, still weakly reaching inside his pants. Every move he makes slows me down, sending me into a deeper daze. His hand fondles my breast, then he circles my nipple, erupting new waves of tingles. Too much stimulation is turning me into an animal. I finally whip down his slacks and underwear in one go to unleash a rock-hard cock. It’s bigger than I imagined, and the gold ring around it makes me chuckle.
“Really?” I look up at him, then my eyes roll into the back of my head when he massages my clit just so. “Fuck, Castor.” I squirm around, twisting until I’m almost on my belly so I can wrap my mouth around the mushroom head and start jerking him as I suck. He tastes so good. I love the musk in my face, because it’s his.
This is the moment I dreamt about when I was a teenager, watching him from my room. I should’ve been one of those girls he brought over. Now, I am.
I’m sure to look up at him whenever I come out of my pleasure-filled daze.
The windows are all fogged up like the Titanic, but I don’t think Jack had a cock ring, and Kate wasn’t wearing a pair of ripped tights that she wanted to tear off her body so she could breathe.
His hands are getting more aggressive. He wraps them around my button-down shirt, and I fear he might tear it off me. I grab it while I’m sucking, and bob my head up and down harder, telling him to focus here – on my mouth, giving you the best head of your life.
I come up for air, still holding onto his third leg with two hands. “I’m late,” I say, remembering where I am. “Someone might come looking. Cum in my mouth, Castor.” Before he could respond, I wrap my mouth over his cock again, swirling my tongue around it.
He moans and throws his head back, clenching his perfect ass cheeks so his cock shoves against the back of my throat.
He digs his fingers ring-deep into me, forcing me to release him as I gasp back a moan. This is the highlight of my week. Better than being fingered under the table in front of a bunch of mobsters. We’re in private, sort of. And when I feel his cock start to pulse in my mouth, I know it’s coming.
He rips me by the hair off of him – saliva still connecting me to his cock. I wipe my mouth and get to my knees.
