“I’m feeling better now that I’ve got you, Roxy,” he says.
I want to say so much, but he presses his finger to my lips and we just stand there, holding each other under the dim light of a flickering alley streetlamp.
I’ve never even kissed a boy, and here I am, holding the world’s best specimen of manhood, with the real thing, his hot fat cock pressing right into my belly.
I tremble at the thought of touching it, gasp again at the thought of putting it in my mouth, and he has to take my weight in his arms when my knees give out when I think of having that perfect cock deep inside me.
The sound of a car backfiring, or something worse rings out, followed by a police siren.
“Tell me you have a car,” he says gruffly, my whole body tensing against the twitch of his organ flat up against me. We both feel the pain of loss at the disconnect, that moment when we have to pull ourselves apart.
The part where I have to remember the mess I’m in.
I nod my head, shivering when I see the huge thick bulge at the front of his shorts, making him growl low again before he covers himself with his robe.
“I need to get off the street,” he says in a hoarse voice, slipping his huge hand around the base of my neck, he leans in to whisper, “He didn’t hurt you?”
I shake my head stiffly, my heart fluttering at the low sounds he’s making. Sounds an animal would make when it sees something it wants, something it claims as its own.
“I-I’m parked someplace,” I stutter, “a blue hatch…”
“It’s this way,” he says, and I realize I would do anything, go anywhere with Dillon.
Even if I knew where my car was instead of him.
I feel like I’ve forgotten how to do everything. I can’t remember how to open the car, and even once inside, all I can do is stare at Dillon. He’s even more attractive up close.
His natural smell, even after fighting god knows how many times tonight, still smells to me like something I want. Something I need. Like the woods and an open fire. Like something hot on a cold day.
I’d normally feel awkward, shy and clumsy. My natural state, but with Dillon, I feel okay and he’s even giving a little of the same hungry look.
“Do you want me to drive?” he asks, registering the fact we’ve been sitting idle, just staring into each other’s eyes.
“We really need to go,” he finally says, and I come to my senses long enough to start the car and get us moving. Taking us away from the Marconi controlled industrial area and back out onto the bridge expressway.
I want to look over at him, but I know if I do I won’t be able to drive. I can feel his eyes on me though, working their way up and down my body, pausing at my neck and chest, making my nipples so hard they almost hurt but they really just need one thing, okay two things…
Three things, his hands and mouth on them both.
A little sound escapes me at the very thought, and he replies with a low moan.
Chancing a look when we stop at a set of lights, I can see his hardness more than ever. Even under that robe, it’s so fucking big, I can almost sense how hard it must be right now. I struggle to focus on driving, but it’s all I can do to not just pull over and beg him to let me see it, to let me touch that huge cock of his.
I’ve never thought like this. Never in my whole life, but then again I’ve never had a man like this in my car. In my mind it’s easy, we’ll go someplace and he’ll have his way with me.
In reality, as much as I want it, I’m scared to death. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror naked. How am I gonna have a man with a perfect body like Dillon’s look at me like that?
I push that part to the back of my mind, bringing his hardness all the way up front again.
“Give me your hand,” he commands me as we drive along, the orange of the overhead lights adding to the heat building inside the car. Inside my panties.
“Give it to me,” he urges, and without looking, my hand shoots out to his and I swoon, feeling him press my hand straight onto his swollen length.
“See,” he growls, not even having to force my hand to explore him further.
“This is what you do to me,” he moans, his head rolling back as I quickly jerk my hand back to the wheel.
“Why are you stopping?” he asks me, almost sounding angry.
“Because if I touch that again, I won’t want to stop… and we’ll both crash and die!” I say honestly, my voice shaking, my whole body shaking by now.
Jelly legs are driving us now and my crotch is swimming in my juices, so wet it feels like I’ve peed myself.
“That’s what I want to hear,” he says, sounding satisfied for the moment. His eyes meet mine for a second in the rear view as he mouths that one word that goes straight to my boiling clit, threatening to make me explode in my seat.
Mine…
CHAPTER SIX
Dillon
Whatever’s come over me is the same as what’s eating her. And soon, it’ll be me eating her if I have anything to do with it.
I don’t want to frighten her, but c’mon. She runs straight into me, hugs me so tight I can’t help but get hard then spends the whole car ride checking out how fucking hard she makes me.
It’s more than I can bear and I just have to feel her hands on me. I have to.
The sweet sensation is nothing compared to the relief I feel when I know for
