Wrangled

He chuckles at the idea. It’s as strained and tight-throated as his words, like he’s hiding an excited nervousness underneath.

If I didn’t already know better, I’d say he’s egging me on.

I give his crotch a harder squeeze—harder than I’ve given yet.

Chad responds beautifully with a groan that sobers up his face and casts stars into his pretty blue eyes. His lips hang open as his dick throbs in my hand.

Without warning, I lean over the seat—causing his hand that was rested on the gear shift to rise up in the air in surprise—and I drop my hungry face to his crotch. My lips envelop the tip of his huge, hot pink bulge, where I start to suck firmly, like some openmouthed, angry kiss. Even through the jock’s material, I can feel the shape of his thick mushroom head.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Goodwin,” he squeezes out, gasping.

I keep kissing and sucking on him, making some kind of sweet love to that hot pink bulge of his. I hear his other hand slap to the steering wheel, followed by the groan of the engine as his truck picks up speed.

I lift my mouth off his dick. “You’d better be driving safe.”

He lets off the gas. “You’re fuckin’ wild.” He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road. “Fuckin’ wild.”

I guess none of his Fairview hookups gave him road head.

Honestly, I kind of like being his first.

And judging by his adorable, slightly hysterical overreaction, I’m doing a number both on his dick as well as his mind.

I grip the waistband of his jockstrap, yank it enough to free his huge, throbbing dick, then wrap my warm, wet lips around his big mushroom head.

I hear Chad suck in air over my head.

I can’t tell if he’s looking down at me or up at the road.

I swallow down some more of Chad, gently easing his dick further and further into my mouth.

It responds by flexing desperately, its meat pressing against the soft flat of my tongue.

I come up, kiss the head, then go down again. The sucking grows into a rhythm of slow, tasty strokes with my hungry lips.

I feel a hand gently touch the back of my head. He grips me, strokes my hair, then starts to guide me up and down on his dick.

It changes from gentle to ravenous in seconds.

His fingers tangle into my hair, gripping with urgency, as he coaxes me to speed up, sucking him more rapidly, more forcefully.

It’s so fucking hot, I’m hard and throbbing in these shorts of Vanessa’s brother’s. There is very little to restrain my hard-on.

While I suck him hard, I feel his hand sliding down my side, where he greedily cups my ass, giving it a squeeze.

I groan against his dick, desperate for him to keep touching me. I want his free hand all over me, wherever it can reach, taking whatever it wants.

His hand grazes over my hip, then lands right at my crotch where, like a goddamned flagpole, my unrestrained boner rages with a vengeance, tenting the soft material.

He grips it firmly. A rush of electricity surges through my body just at his touch, and at once, I’m his.

I thought I was taking charge, descending on his dick while he drives.

Now he’s turned this whole thing around, making me feel like I’m sucking his dick fast because he demanded me to with his dominant hand. He’s got his big, strong fingers wrapped tightly around my cock through these shorts, as if staking his claim, as if to remind me who’s really in charge.

The ride gets bumpier. The road has changed to gravel.

I lift my head to the sight of his guesthouse, in front of which he lets go of me to swiftly park the truck.

“Get out of the truck,” he tells me, then kicks open his door.

I’m out of the passenger door in seconds. I quickly round the truck to find Chad coming at me twice as fast. Our lips crash together, and our raging hard-ons press against our bodies.

Hands hook beneath my legs, and suddenly he’s got me lifted off the ground. I throw my arms around his thick neck, kissing him blindly.

My back slaps against the door, which he quickly kicks open. I don’t even hear it shut before he’s carried me through the messy room, down the short hall, and into his bedroom.

He drops me on the bed on my back, then continues to assault my mouth with everything he’s got. I feel his hands all over me. My shorts slip right off me. With a tug, I get him the rest of the way out of his pants. His hard cock bounces freely as he moves around, still hanging out of the hot pink jockstrap.

I feel like a ball of yarn he’s unraveling with ease.

A spool he’s recklessly spinning, all my thread on the floor.