I'm hanging out with friends getting drunk when my cleavage begins to vibrate with a text message. I drop into a chair and flip the phone open to read 'blowjob'. Grinning, I respond with 'When?' his reply is immediate 'now, say you need air, almost there'.
I grab a bottle of water and mumble something about going outside for a few, waving off as someone offers to go with me "Just going to walk around a bit, I'll have my phone." they try to press the issue but I glare at them "I want to be alone, okay?" That was probably unnecessary, but he'd have followed otherwise.
So I get outside, looking around the unfamiliar apartment complex for a second before walking out into the lot and heading toward the front. A pair of headlights flash on and off, and I head in that direction hoping its him. It is "Get in." he doesn't even look at me as I walk around and climb into the passenger seat. He says nothing as he drives out of the lot, and I don't ask.
Apparently that's the right thing to do because he smiles and glances over at me for a second as he turns into the lot of some huge building. He gets out and walks around, opening my door and grabbing hold of my hand as we walk around to the back of the car. Still he doesn't say a word, just glancing at me like he's considering something, and that's all the warning I have before I'm pushed back against the car and he's kissing me and that... so hot...
He makes a sound and its almost a growl and that makes my knees weak, which makes him laugh as he pulls away and gives me that speculative look again as his hand moves over my hair. I know what's coming, or hope I do, so I let my hands slide down until they catch on his belt. It comes undone easily, as do the pants.
His skin is warm as I let my hand slide in, brushing fingertips and he's already hard. My hand closes around him and his hand tightens on my hair. I let my palm slide as I watch him and for a couple of minutes that's all it is. His eyes are wanting to close and his breath is starting to catch and he smiles at me.
His hand tightens in my hair again and I'd known it was coming as he'd teased me about fantasizing about this. He'd been right, and I resist just enough that he does have to follow through on forcing me to my knees. Then he's leaning back against the car after slight rearrangement.
I take him into my mouth, tongue swirling soft across the head as my hand resumes its motion. His hands tighten on my hair but he doesn't force it, knowing that's all the encouragement I really need. No teasing this time, no games, just motion and suction. I've got one hand braced against his hip as I kneel between his feet, holding nothing back as I seek to drive him to orgasm as quickly as possible.
His hips are moving just a little and now his hands in my hair do press a little, but not too much and its just encouragement to go faster. He makes soft sounds and shudders lightly as I feel the tension building. His knees lock and his feet plant themselves more firmly and I whimper in the back of my throat as I look up at him. His head is back, eyes closed, and it is a beautiful sight.
Faster, harder, more, and my eyes are closed now too as I'm shutting out everything in reality but the need to draw that tension out of him and claim it for myself. I can feel the building and finally he gasps, pulling at my hair as I refuse to stop now that the prize is so close and he doesn't try again to pull me away. There's a pulsing like a rapid heartbeat in the vein that my tongue traces. Another sound from him and there's rushing pressure, then heat, and I take all that he can offer, not stopping until he does.
