Troy

Remy furiously unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Levis. Troy lowered the seats in the cab.

“Shit, man, why do you insist on these retro button flies…”

“Because they make you crazy.”

She told him to shut up as he inched himself into the back seat so his long legs could spread out across the lowered front seats. She knelt on the floor in front of him and set her water bottle within reach.

“Does my crazy make you hard, baby?”

“You know it, darlin’.”

“Does it make you feel good to tell me what to do? To throw me out of the game when I’m a bad girl?”

He laughed. “Bad girl talk. I like it. Yeah, every time I get angry at you I get so fucking hard, it’s embarrassing. And then I get angrier and it just snowballs.”

“You mean blueballs?”

“Good one.”

Then she confessed: “It gets me hot when you boss me around, Coach. Tell me what you want.”

“Take me out to the ballgame, mama.”

There was still enough light coming in through the truck windows to see her face. She looked hungry and dangerous.

Remy tugged at his belt loops. He lifted his hips off the seat so she could slide his jeans and briefs down at the same time. Not an easy feat in the humidity. He watched her watching his manhood spring free. She licked her lips as she smoothed her hands up his thighs.

She touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, glided it down the shaft and used her hands to gently massage his balls.

“A little rougher, babe. Don’t be scared.”

Her eyes flashed up at him in the twilight.

She squeezed and massaged with a bit more pressure, then devoured him with her mouth. She grew braver the more he moaned with pleasure, adding more pressure with her hands and her tongue each time he made a noise. She was exquisite and electrifying. Watching her work so hard to please him, doing everything he told her to do, knowing it was all for him. Her touch and her kisses told him everything he wanted to know.

As her mouth worked them both into a sweat on the leather seats, he grew dangerously close to orgasm. Troy gazed at her as she vigorously feasted on him, and his words came out ragged. “Remy. I’m getting close.”

“Hold on, Coach,” she murmured. His cock was slick from her mouth and she smiled up at him for a moment. God, he hoped she wasn’t thinking of taking a break, because he might have to finish himself off and he did not want to do that. He needed more of her mouth, and he was going to get it.

“What are you doing to me, Remy?”

An evil grin spread across her face. Then she took a swig from her water bottle. A long one. The ice-cold sensation when she slowly licked his cock just about blew his mind. There were fucking ice cubes in her mouth.

“Oh, Remy, baby, you gotta keep going.”

“Do I?” She crunched and swallowed some of the ice thoughtfully. Then she licked him cold again and closed her eyes, as if she was tasting chocolate for the first time. “Mmmm. Coach, you taste so good, did you know that?”

“Remy, please stop talking. Finish.”

Remy then took another swig from her water bottle as Troy moaned for her, then finally plunged his shaft back into her mouth. If this were an Olympic event, she would win gold. She would win all the gold and everyone else in the Olympic Village would go home crying because there would be no point in trying anymore.

He managed to form the words to tell her he was coming.

She slid him out of her mouth and furiously pulled her white tank top over her head. There was no time to remove her bra. With a swift movement, she was on top of him, his shaft sinking into her cleavage, just in time.

Troy tried not to close his eyes in ecstasy as he came all over her. Watching her bite her lip as she let him ride it out between her tits, with the slightest grin, made it ten times as hot. Watching her intense brown eyes gaze up at him made him surge onto her more than he thought possible.

“Oh, Remy,” he said, out of breath, sweat pouring off his face. “You are the queen.”

She waited there with his shaft between her breasts until he had completely finished on her. Then she rose up so Troy could see her massage his seed all over her chest like it was coconut oil or something.

“Remy, let me finish you.”

“No way, babe. That was my apology to you for ignoring you for the past week. Just let it be.”

Troy pulled her up onto the seat with him and nestled her in his arms.