CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GABE
I’ve been at the hospital for a couple of hours now, slowly watching Matt fall asleep beside me. Mom only woke for a few minutes. I’ve spent the rest of the time thinking about Shannon, about what we got up to out in that field. She continues to surprise me.
Matt yawns and stretches his arms.
“Welcome back,” I tell him.
He yawns again into his fist.
“How long have you been here?” I ask.
He checks his watch. “Twelve, maybe thirteen hours?”
He should get home, but he’s in no condition to drive. He’d end up running through a fucking billboard.
Matt’s apartment is a decent drive from here, too far for him in this state.
I take out my keys and stand. “Come on. Let me take you to my place. You can rest up there for a while. I’ll drive right back to sit with her.”
He doesn’t even fight, standing and nodding.
I get a message from Shannon walking down to the four-wheel-drive.
‘Where R U?’ she texts.
‘Heading to my place,’ I send back.
‘OK,’ she replies, followed by a kiss emoji.
Matt stretches himself across the rear seat, fast asleep before we’ve made it out of the parking lot. “Don’t you drool all over my upholstery now,” I tell him, speaking into the rear-view.
I pull into the lot around the back of my complex. It’s late, the lighting dim.
I’m about to turn around and wake Matt up when someone taps against the passenger-side window.
I push the door open, Shannon swinging in and pulling the door closed. She has a wild, reckless look on her face. “Hi,” she says.
“Hi. You scared me half to death there.”
She moves across the center console, straddling my lap. I realize she’s not wearing panties. “What’s this?” I query.
“Payback.”
She sees Matt sleeping on the back seat and gives a little start.
“Yeah,” I laugh, “we’ve got company.”
She shrugs and kisses me, her warm, wet tongue pressing between my lips. “I don’t care,” she says. “I’m doing this, and I’m doing it right here, right now.”
The hell?
I’m confused but definitely curious to see where she’s going with this.
She smells amazing, fruity and floral. Her pussy’s hot against the crotch of my pants.
For a moment she’s just looking at me, hands behind my neck.
I glance up into the rear-view, but Matt’s still soundly asleep in the back. I know from experience it will take nothing short of a force of nature to wake him.
Something has changed. The regular Shannon is gone. This is some new kind of sex kitten I haven’t been introduced to yet. It’s almost as if this is an experiment, something she has decided to do on a whim. Nothing’s going to stop her seeing it through.
She begins to rub the butt of her palm against my crotch. My mouth moves to speak, she silences it with a finger.
She nuzzles into my neck and licks a slippery trail to the back of my ear. There her ragged breath blows hot against it.
“How’s that?” she purrs.
“It’s good.”
I moan and reach for her, but she pins my hands down by my side. She’s stronger than I realized.
“No,” she whispers, “let me do the work.”
She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and moans, the vibrations humming through my skull. She leans closer into me, her nipples hard, pressing into my bicep.
It takes all my power not to move my arms, to wrestle and wrangle her into submission, fill her face with my cock.
She leaves a hot memory on my ear, slipping away to kneel in the tight space of the passenger foot-well.
I turn sideways to face her.
She leans over into my crotch.
Who is this person?
She reaches up to tug down my trousers, pulling and reefing until they’re down past my knees. Her nails bite into the top of my thighs, multiple trails opening up on my skin in her haste.
Holy shit.
I look around. Surely someone is seeing this, but the parking lot is empty.
She works my cock out of my briefs and slides my underwear down to meet my trousers, hand on the root of my cock lightly pumping up and down. She strokes my cock, laughing.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing. It’s just… I feel ridiculous.”
“It’s not. You’re doing fine.”
“It’s just so damn big.”
I don’t want her to stop. I need to give her all the encouragement as she needs. “Keep going.”
She takes another nervous glance back at Matt.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s not waking up unless someone drops an A-bomb on us.”
Whatever words were coming to my mouth are soon lost as she brings her mouth over the head of my cock.
I relax back into the seat, tension slipping away while her tongue swirls around the head of my member, pausing to press against my glans. While she blows me her hand works up and down roughly, drawing me into her. Her free hand presses against my thigh, leveraging off it to help her build rhythm.
I don’t know if she’s given a blowjob before, but if she hasn’t this is even more incredible.
I reach up and place my hand on the back of her head, really drive my cock deep, but she swats it away.
Her eyes flick up to me. They glint against the lighting outside, such a strong blue I can imagine small islands floating within them. Beaches, summer—everything dreams are made of.
I am spellbound by her, the way she watches me as her lips roll over my organ, the powerful sucking action that follows. I tilt my hips and push further into her mouth. She lets her lips rise just enough so her teeth graze across the top of my shaft. Normally this would spell disaster, amateur hour at best, but the way she does it sends a burning shot of arousal right to the tender tip of my cock.
God, I want to touch her so badly. I want to take her hair and bend her over the dash. I want to bury myself so deep inside her she screams. I want to growl and bite her pale skin. I want to leave my mark.
There’s stirring from the back seat, Matt shifting and his chops slobbering together still deep in sleep.
Shannon pumps me harder, pulling me forward by my cock and then using a hand to press me hard back into my seat. She has all the control.
She lets my cock pop out glistening from her mouth and pumps me over her cheek, eyes turned sideways, watching me. She doesn’t smile. She’s doesn’t laugh. She’s dead serious. For all intents and purposes she could be making a milkshake—business as usual.
Still jerking me off over her face, her tongue comes out and licks upwards against my sack. She gently sucks my balls into her mouth, rolling them around inside the warm cavern, letting them sit on the spongey surface of her tongue while I buck and grimace.
Fuck me.
I’m doing everything to remain quiet, but this is too much.
She takes me back inside her mouth. I hump lightly against the rippled inside of her cheek.
I can feel her jaw moving, opening up as she takes my length right down her throat. She keeps going until she’s swallowed almost all of my cock, her lips clenched around the root. She continues to stare at me with those eyes and it’s driving me absolutely insane. I don’t care if Matt wakes up now. All I care about is getting off.
Holding my thighs, she draws back until just the head of my cock remains sitting in her mouth. I hold onto the sides of the seat, worn leather warmed by the afternoon sun.
Her hand moves, her fingers curling around the base of my cock as she takes me back in. I can’t help myself. I buck harder against her, groaning and my head tap-tapping against the back of the headrest in frustration.
My balls are getting heavy. My climax is coming on fast.
I’m jerking up with greater urgency, clawing into the seat as she drools over my cock. She knows I’m close, but she refuses to break eye contact, jerking and sucking me harder and faster, growing wilder and wilder.
“Shannon,” I warn, “I’m going to—”
She doesn’t stop.
I come, teeth pressed tight together and my cock pumping fiercely into her mouth. She swallows fast, the muscles in her throat working overtime to take my load.
When I’m done, she lets my cock fall away, gasping and flushed, a pearl of cum on her parted lips. She licks it away and lets my cock slip away from her hand. “Delicious.”
She reaches up and opens the passenger door, stepping out from the foot-well onto the pavement outside. She pats her dress down. “You better get your brother inside.”
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she winks.