Chapter 17
Taking The Lead
Savannah
Mike always took the lead. She let him. She’d always let him, since it felt right. Being the one in control, even for a few seconds, gave her a new, heady feeling that she enjoyed. The responses she evoked with a single touch were gratifying. It was odd how giving someone else pleasure could be just as good as receiving it.
He’d never truly told her what he wanted before. He just let her learn by experience. She hadn’t given commands either. He’d always known just what to do to make her come alive.
She closed her hand around his cock again, marveling at just how hard he was. He was like a damn rock though his jeans. She wanted to taste him, to put him in her mouth and turn the tables on him, to give him pleasure until he was the one begging her to stop. She’d never taken him all the way before, not like that.
The idea was exciting. It seemed illicit and wild, completely fitting with the fact that after an amazing five star dinner they were now in the backseat of his car like a couple of wild teenagers.
She tightened her hand around his cock a little more and he groaned. Instead of throwing back his head, Mike raised it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slammed her into him. She half fell, half leaned against him, her breasts near his face.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he said thickly. He leaned forward and found her nipple right through her dress. The peak was already hard and straining through the fabric. The dress was strapless so she’d opted to go without a bra. She’d been self-conscious of her decision all evening but the feel of Mike’s warm, wet mouth suckling her through the fabric made her very glad she’d opted to go without.
He kept suckling and biting her gently until she saw stars and her breath was nothing but husky, raspy gasps. She couldn’t think about anything but how much she wanted him.
She freed her hands and leaned back carefully. Mike took the hint and pulled away. Even though it was dark there was no mistaking the wild look in his eyes. I do that to him. A wave of powerful longing swept through her veins. She got busy undoing his jeans. He got the hint and shifted around, helping her pull them down along with his boxers. He picked his square toed leather shoes off and she helped him, awkward as it was in the backseat, shed those damn jeans.
He was so damn hard, his cock stood straight up in the air. A rush of moisture soaked her panties. She throbbed for him, ached to take him inside of her.
Not yet. This wasn’t just all about her. It was about making him feel good too. She stared at his cock, shiny with droplets of his own desire and her mouth watered.
She settled herself over him and he got the memo. One hand tangled in her hair and he groaned as he guided her face downwards. She fitted her lips around the tip of his cock. Her tongue snaked out, swirled over him, lapped up the salty droplets. She could have purred with satisfaction at the moans that were torn from Mike’s throat.
She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her mouth, nearly to the back of her throat. She pulled back at the end, to keep from gagging. His hips bucked beneath her. She pulled back, letting him work her mouth. His hand was still fisted up in her hair and he guided her face gently. She let him show her, set the rhythm. She swirled her tongue over his shaft, swirled it over the tip, took him deep, suckled him until his entire body was rigid and straining under her.
This is what I wanted. It was exactly what she pictured. She couldn’t count how often he’d had her in the same position, panting, straining, begging for him.
By the time he uttered her name, she knew he was close to the brink. She kept up the rhythm, working him hard with her mouth. She didn’t need to move her hand there to pump him at the same time. She knew she could, but she didn’t. She pulled back, flicking her tongue along the sensitive tip.
“Savannah!” Mike dragged her face away, using a fistful of hair. He didn’t hurt her, he was gentle, even though he was absolutely as out of control as she had ever seen him before. “If you keep doing that, I can’t promise that I’m going to be able to stop myself…”
“Then don’t.”
He stared at her, his eyes wide and glistening in the darkness. “What? Come on, don’t even tease…”
“I’m not. I want you to finish like that.”
Mike let out a sound that sounded like her name as an oath and a promise and a plea all at the same time. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Now stop worrying and enjoy it.”
She lowered his mouth to his cock again. She worked him harder than before, took him deeper, right to the back of her throat. She gagged once and had to pull back, but Mike didn’t notice. His hips were bucking into her mouth wildly. It was like he was already gone, already lost. He was so very close… and then she reached up and cupped his balls with her hand.
She was rewarded with a movement that nearly gagged her a second time as his cock shot to the back of her mouth. He ground out a sound that wasn’t a word at all, just a half moan, half groan that filled up the car.
There had never been a time when she’d done it before, let him finish like that. She was a little afraid she’d choke and embarrass herself or that she’d find it gross. She shouldn’t have worried. The hot bursts in her mouth were salty and so much warmer than she thought, but it wasn’t gross and it was easy enough just to swallow and keep swallowing. It actually was a huge turn on. Her own body ached with such a violent intensity she wondered if she hadn’t actually climaxed as well.
When Mike pulled out, he was still hard. Tremors swept through his body long after he’d finished. His breathing never really did return to normal. She was at a loss, a little awkward, wondering what it was she was supposed to do after what they’d just done, but Mike solved that for her.
He fisted his hand in her hair once more and tugged her face to his. Right before she was about to protest, he slammed his lips on hers and swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself on her. Which was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.
When he fumbled around at the side, it took her a second to realize he was reaching for his jeans, which probably had a condom in the pocket. So he was prepared for this. She could have been surprised, but she wasn’t. She knew, or at least she always hoped, this was how their nights alone would end.
“You don’t have to put a condom on,” she whispered as he broke away, frustrated with his inability to find his jeans.
“What?”
“I went to the doctor last week and had a UTI put in. It’s okay. I won’t get pregnant.”
“You were on the pill last time. I don’t think we should take chances.”
“Then pull out too. I just… I want to feel you inside. Just you. Not the condom.”
Mike groaned and she literally watched his cock twitch with excitement. She was at the point where she was ready to beg for him to take her and he hadn’t even really touched her at all. It was all what she had done, all his reaction and response, his taste and his scent and the rawness and the maleness of him.
She didn’t have to ask twice. In an instant, she was pressed back into the seat and the window. It was the most cramped, uncomfortable position she’d ever been in, but as Mike’s hard body covered hers, she couldn’t complain.