Chapter Four
Steve did his best to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head as Lissa’s mouth covered his cock with wet heat.
He was in a ladies’ room, for God’s sake, getting a blowjob. Life sure did take some odd twists and turns now and again.
The strong scent of pine cleaner mixed with some flowery fragrance tickled his nostrils and made him want to sneeze, something he fought, since he wasn’t quite sure what would happen to the woman sucking him off if he sneezed at the same time.
He shifted his butt and nearly fell backwards into the low sink. “Shit. Sorry.”
Lissa licked around the head of his cock. “Stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not. Just trying to give you room.”
“I’ve got enough room.”
She pulled her head back, dragging her tongue up beneath his length and making his fingers tighten on the porcelain of the sink.
And then she went an inch too far, whacking the back of her head into the roll of toilet paper.
It pinged out of the wall, and unrolled itself over the floor in a ribbon of white tissue.
“Fuck.” Lissa tried to suppress a giggle. “There are some drawbacks, aren’t there?” She put her mouth on him again and gripped him firmly.
“Not many, other than being cramped and the wondrous aroma.” Damn, he loved her mouth. And the way she moved her hands in a certain particular rhythm that matched the thud of his heart.
“Mmm. Steve.” She sighed over his wet cock. “You taste fucking good, babe.”
He looked down at her dark hair, mussed and tousled now. He ran his fingers through it, fighting the urge to clamp down and force himself down her throat.
His hips, however, he couldn’t quite control, and they pushed towards her. His foot skidded on the tile floor, knocking over a large jug of cleanser.
It toppled right onto Lissa’s hand where she was steadying herself.
“Aaargh. Sheeeeit…” she yelled loudly and tore her mouth away from him, cradling her cracked knuckles. “Holy fucking hell. That hurt.”
“Jeez…I’m—”
“Hey. What the fuck’s going on in there?” There was a pounding on the door. “You okay?” A man’s loud voice growled outside.
Lissa and Steve stared at each other blankly.
They both said the same thing in unison. “Uh-oh.”
“I’m comin’ in.”
So am I. Or I was until you interrupted, you fucking asshole.
The door opened, cracking into Lissa’s shoulder. Steve stared at her as she crawled on all fours away from the doorway. “My contact lens. I’ve lost my contact lens.” She blinked at the stunned figure of the bartender.
Steve tried his best to play along. “Uhh…I’m helping her find it.”
Lissa lifted her head, right beneath his cock, banging it hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. “Ooops.” She blushed a little, but then gave a loud squawk. “Oooh. Look…there it is!”
The bartender’s eyes turned to where she pointed, and Steve rapidly zipped himself up, shoving his shirt into his pants as best he could.
“Oh, thank you so much.” Lissa stood with her hand closed around whatever it was she’d found on the tiles. “I’m really quite blind without it, you know.”
She tried to get up but leaned forward a little too far. Something was holding her head. “Oww…”
She tugged again, realizing that her hair had snagged on Steve’s zipper. She pulled, winced and he squirmed as each time she tried to free herself, she gave him a wedgie. He was gonna end up flossing his own back teeth if she kept this up.
“Ouch.” Lissa’s eyes were watering. “This is embarrassing.” She giggled a little, self-consciously. “See how much I need that contact lens? I’m real glad I found it.”
Finally, Steve extricated the last few strands of her hair.
The bartender shook his head and chuckled. “I’ve seen some strange couples, but you two need some serious help.” He turned to leave. “Get a room, guys.”
He closed the door behind him.
~~~~~
Both Steve and Lissa were laughing as they reached the truck and threw themselves into the front seat, slamming the doors on the cool air.
“Shit. Did you see his face?” Lissa giggled, still excited at the thought of their adventures.
“He’ll never go into the ladies’ room again, that’s for sure.” Steve chuckled.
“Well, it was cool how you came up with that idea. Easy money.” Her spine tingled and she felt a shiver that was more heat than cold.
Steve looked at her. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Liked what? Crawling around the floor of a ladies’ room?”
“No. Showing your breasts in public.”
Lissa thought for a moment. “Not really. Well, yes…maybe. I don’t know.” She frowned, trying to make sense of it. “It wasn’t the showing myself, Steve. It was more…uh, jeez, what am I trying to say here?”
“The thrill?”
“I guess. Knowing I was doing something really outrageous. So far from anything I’ve ever done before.”
“Kind of like that moment at the very top of a roller coaster ride, before you go crashing down into a bottomless pit?”
“Yes.” Lissa clapped her hands together. “Yes, that’s it, exactly.”
“Like that moment when you’re fucking and you know you’re about to come—”
“But you haven’t, and you just hang there for endless moments…” Lissa finished his thought. He did understand. It must have been fate that had brought her the one man who could really get his mind around where she was, what she wanted.
“And then you come.”
His words turned the blood in her veins to fire. “But you didn’t. We have some unfinished business, you and me.” Her gaze fell to his crotch. “I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Steve sounded a little affronted.
“Well, how about this. I want…” She paused.
“What?” Steve rested his hand idly on the steering wheel.
“I want you. Your cock. Right here, right now.”
“Uhh…”
She grinned. “I want my mouth on you. Sucking you. Licking and tasting you. I like how you taste, Steve. I like the feel of you sliding over my tongue.”
He shifted on the seat, his pants bulging and his shirt still half tucked where he’d shoved it in such a hurry. “Umm…”
Lissa narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. Here. Now.”
Steve glanced around the empty parking lot. “Umm…”
“There’s nobody near us. Why not?” Lissa pushed. She wanted him, a bubble of desire that was so fierce it damn near hurt. “Unzip, Steve. Release the beast.”
She watched his throat move as he considered his options. Then his hands fell to his waist and he popped the fastener free. “You sure?” The zipper slid down and his cock bulged through the thin cotton of his underwear. The underwear that showed a distinct pink tinge. Men never can do their laundry right.
“Oh, yeah.” Lissa licked her lips. “I’m sure.”
And she was, too. She’d never wanted anything so much in her life. Need gnawed at her, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. With a little sigh of pleasure, she reached over and spread his pants apart, tugging his briefs out of the way. He lifted his hips and let her slide the clothing down out of the way.
She touched him, almost reverently. “Move your seat back. I need room for this big fella here.”
“Shit, your hands are cold. Yikes. The seat’s cold, too.” The words choked out of his throat roughly as she ran her fingertips up his silky, muscled length. But he did hit the seat control, sliding away from the steering wheel.
“Funny. I don’t notice any shrinkage.” Lissa shifted into a more comfortable position and delved into the heat between his legs, cupping his balls. “Everything seems right where it should be.”
She stroked him, softly at first, then more firmly, rolling his balls across the hand between his legs like a magician flipping a coin from finger to finger. “Do you like this, Steve?”
Lissa glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. He was watching her hands as she touched him. She curved her hand and softly raked her nails across the skin behind his balls. He flinched. “Good? Or am I hurting you?”
“I’m…I’m fine.” A muscle in his jaw twitched as she repeated the move once more, hungry for any reaction either in words or in movements.
“Really?”
His gaze met hers, heated and heavy-lidded. “I’d be better with my cock in your—”
“You don’t need to ask.”
It was what Lissa had been waiting for. A moment of honesty when Steve told her flat-out what he wanted. No games, no pretense. Just a simple “suck me”. It freed her of any restraints and she lowered her lips to his cock.
He sighed and moved his hips slightly as she began to touch him, licking him at first, slicking her saliva over his velvety smooth skin. Up and down she went, soaking him, making him slippery and wet against her lips.
Steve moaned as she finally put her mouth over him and sucked him deep against her tongue. She played with the ridges, the curves and dips of his cock, teasing them with her tongue as she moved her head down and then up again, setting up a rhythm with her hand.
The other one continued to cup his balls and occasionally delved behind them to that little spot he seemed to react to so strongly to when she touched it.
Like a talented musician, she played his flute, sucking hard then backing off, dropping little kisses around the swollen head. Lissa sucked again, urging a tiny drop of moisture to ooze from the small slit. She savored it, rolling it around her tongue.
“God, you taste good. Salty, tart…all man.” All hers.
She held the essence of this man in her hands and her mouth. Her slightest breath made him jerk and groan, his thigh muscles bunching next to her and his head moving restlessly now as she increased her pressure.
Daringly she bared her teeth and just grazed his skin, loving the gasp and shudder she both heard and felt as they rattled his body. His reaction fed her need, filled her with a sense of her own power and drove her on, determined now to make him lose everything he had…all his control…and just let go.
Her grip tightened and she took him as far back in her mouth as she’d ever taken anything. Steve bit back a cry as his cock brushed the back of her throat, and Lissa slowly slid him free, catching her breath. Only to repeat the move once more.
The windows of the truck had fogged up, and they were enclosed in their own private world where the only sounds were of a woman’s mouth as she pleasured her man, and the man’s groans as he enjoyed her.
His balls were hard, stretching the skin that covered them, taut with his arousal.
She slid him free of her mouth, slicking her hand up and over the head of his cock, only to grip him and lower her hand down to his body once more. “I want you to come, Steve.”
“Jesus fucking—” He gasped out the words as she ran her tongue from base to tip, catching that spot beneath the head that seemed to drive him nuts.
“Steve. You hear me? I’m going to make you come. Hold you while you come. Keep your cock in my mouth while you come.” She sucked him, hard this time, tugging with her lips. There was a definite “pop” as she released him. “I want to swallow you, Steve. Suck you dry and watch you while I’m doing it.”
She raised her eyes to his, wondering what his reaction would be.
He blinked and gulped. Then closed his eyes.
Triumph flooded Lissa and she let her hands spread his thighs even farther apart. Now there was no hesitation as her hand slipped beneath his tight balls and pressed solidly into the flesh she had exposed.
Steve moaned.
This was it. She lowered her head once more to finish him.
~~~~~
From this day forward, Steve would have firsthand knowledge and be able to give lectures on receiving the perfect blowjob. Men from all around the world would listen to him describe what Lissa was doing to his cock. He fought for control with random thoughts. Eskimos, the last movie he saw, wondering if his team would win the World Series—it was all in vain.
It wasn’t so much the way she let her lips and tongue caress his aroused cock as much as how her fingers added just enough pressure below his tightened balls. His ass flexed each time she did it. Kind of like a male version of those Kegel exercises he’d read about.
“Oh, fuck, I’m…” He felt the swelling volcano beginning to crest.
Lissa dragged her finger along the sensitive skin that was his weakness and he exploded.
His legs thrust forward as he fought the impulse to shove his cock down her open throat. The urge to widen his thighs was strangled by the pants now stretched between his knees.
Steve put his hands over his face and moaned again, feeling Lissa sucking hard to get the final drop of his seed. She swallowed and sucked so powerfully, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she sucked his balls through the tip of his cock.
Finally, Lissa wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and a rather smug smile spread across her face. “Well. That seemed to work nicely. You okay?”
“I don’t know if I can drive. Can we just sleep here?” Steve grinned and tried to adjust himself. “Ow, ouch, ah—shit, ouch, fuckin’, damn bastard—ouch.” Pain racked him.
Worriedly, Lissa raised her hands and reached for him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. What did I do? Did I break it?”
Steve clenched his teeth. “My foot is cramped. Fuck, I curled my toes just before I came and it fucking hurts. Don’t move…just…sheeeeit—”
“Is your big toe is all curled under?” Lissa looked perplexed. “What a wuss. Stretch your leg out fully.” She watched as Steve fidgeted. “Try having a period if you want to know what real cramps are.”
“You don’t wanna kiss it and make all better?” Steve held his foot up.
“If I’d broken your cock, I might consider it. Now let’s get out of here if you’re up to driving. I’m grubby, I need to shower and my ass is freezing.”
“Hmm. Well, I’d offer to warm it up by having you sit on my face. But you’re right, it’s cold. Let’s get back to the trailer.” Steve finished pulling up his pants and started the truck.