Way Off Plan (Firsts and Forever 1)

“Then why are you running from me?”

“Am I the first man in history to turn down your advances?” I hedged as I slid my hand from his.

“No. But you are the first man to turn me down that wanted me as much as I wanted him.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to play it off. “So, just because you’re good looking you assume I want you? Well, that’s probably true for every other guy in that club, but don’t make that assumption about me.”

“It’s not an assumption,” he said simply, and moved to lean against my car.

“You’re incredibly arrogant,” I told him.

“You’re right. But that doesn’t change the fact that your entire body responded to me the moment I got near you.”

“What? No it didn’t.” Ok, it had, but he couldn’t possibly know that.

“Your eyes dilated, your cheeks flushed, your pulse when I grabbed your wrist was positively racing, and, not to be crude, but those tight jeans made it perfectly clear that you wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted you to,” he said matter-of-factly. “Which begs the question: why are you running from me?”

“Christ,” I muttered, running my palms over my gelled hair. That had actually been incredibly perceptive. “Fine. I’m attracted to you. But then so’s everyone, right? What difference does it make that I am, too?”

“All the difference in the world,” he said quietly.

“Would you please give me my keys so I can get the hell out of here?”

He pushed off my car and came to stand in front of me, and handed me the keys. And then he shocked the hell out of me by sinking to his knees and reaching for my belt. “What are you doing? Are you insane?” I gasped as he unfastened the buckle and unbuttoned my pants.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he said as he slid my zipper down.

“This is completely crazy,” I said, glancing frantically around me. The little side street was deserted, but I knew that someone could come around the corner at any second.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured, sliding my jeans down my hips to reveal that embarrassing thong. He rested his palms on the back of my thighs and gently mouthed the tip of my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear.

I gasped and ran my fingers into his thick black hair, even as I said, “We can’t do this here.”

He tugged on the front of the thong, pulling it below my balls, and my hard-on popped out brazenly, clearly demonstrating how much I wanted this man. He ran his tongue down my shaft before whispering, “Then tell me to stop.” He took the head of my cock between those gorgeous lips and sucked me, and my legs shook as I moaned with pleasure.

“We’re going to get arrested for public indecency,” I managed between gasps.

He pulled his incredibly skilled mouth off my cock for a moment, stroking my shaft with his hand as he looked up at me and said, “I don’t hear the word stop anywhere in there.” And then he went back to sucking me while continuing to stroke me with his hand.

“Oh God, Dmitri, just not here,” I mumbled before pressing my eyes shut and moaning. Then I said, “Let’s go back to your club. Anywhere. Just not out here on the street.”

“You’re too close, baby. You’ll never make it all the way back there,” he told me. Then he reached for the keys that were pressed into my palm and unlocked the car with the push of a button. He swung the back door open, then quickly and gracefully pivoted me to sit sideways on the back seat, my feet resting on the curb. He slid his hands around to my ass, then deep throated me as he knelt between my legs on the sidewalk.

I threw my head back, fighting the urge to cry out as blinding pleasure washed through me. “Christ you’re good at that,” I muttered between clenched teeth, again sliding my hands into his hair. I fell back onto the seat, trying not to thrust into his warm, wet mouth, panting and writhing. And soon I exclaimed, “Oh God, I’m about to cum.”

I was sure he’d pull off me. But instead he squeezed my ass with both hands, took my cock deeper into his mouth, and began sucking me harder and faster. In the next instant I was exploding down his throat, struggling not to scream as he brought me to the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me.

And when finally I was spent, he released my cock and rested his head on my stomach, shaking slightly (or maybe that was me) and gasping for air. I stroked his hair as my breathing and heart rate gradually returned to normal.