The Husband Game

I’ve never trusted a guy enough to be sure he’d keep driving while I did something like this. But Charlie is nothing if not in control.

Something he perfectly demonstrates in the next second when he tells me, his voice low and filled with command, “I want you to put my cock in your mouth, Lila.”

My pussy throbs at the sharp commanding tone. And I obey, shifting so I’m right above him, my mouth poised over his waist. Then, slowly, I lower myself, my lips pursed tightly, then pressed hard around his shaft as I lower my face toward his lap, letting his cock slide over my tongue, inch by slow inch.

Finally, when his cock has reached the back of my tongue, and I can’t go any further, I stop and start to pull back up. Before I can, though, I feel Charlie gently bring one hand to rest on the top of my head, and he slowly pushes me back down onto his cock.

“More,” he says, still in that low, commanding tone. “I want my cock in your throat, Lila.”

My pulse speeds up. I’ve never deep-throated a guy before. I’m not even sure if I can. But Charlie’s already pressing me back down, and all I can do is obey.

He must sense my hesitation, because his hand curls in my hair. “Relax,” he murmurs.

I do. I let my jaw go, relax every muscle in my body, as far as I’m able.

“That’s it,” he says softly, his breath hitching a little as I feel the tip of his cock brush against the back of my throat. I suck in one last quick breath, and then he pushes my face toward his lap, pushes the tip of his cock past the point I thought I’d need to stop at. Turns out, I’m better than I thought.

My body tenses at one point, and I choke a little, but Charlie just eases up, lets me pull back up off him. I obey the motion of his hand now, slide my mouth all the way back up the length of his shaft to the tip of his cock, then tighten my lips around him and press all the way back down again, one slow motion, his hand on the back of my head guiding me.

“That’s it, my naughty girl. God, that fucking sexy, tight little mouth of yours is—fuck,” Charlie hisses, as yet again, the spongy tip of his cock brushes the back of my throat, goes deeper.

Before long, we find a rhythm, and I’m pumping up and down him, while Charlie’s hips thrust up off the seat of the car, until it feels like he’s practically fucking my mouth, we’re moving together so quickly, at a steady pace. I can feel ropes of my saliva sliding along his shaft, and he groans in the back of his throat, encouraging me.

“That’s my good girl, my sexy fucking dirty girl. Lila…” He whispers my name, then starts to pull me up and down, faster. “Take it all, that’s it. Take my fat cock in your mouth, fuck…”

I moan around his shaft, the words turning me on so badly that my pussy, already wet at the start of all this, feels like it must be drenched by now. I curl my tongue upward to drag it along his length as he pumps in and out of my mouth, and that draws another sharp inhale from him. This time I really do feel the car lurch slightly around us, before he curses and rights us, and I know he’s right there at the edge, I can feel it in every inch of his throbbing, desperate cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to… Lila, I’m…”

But I already know. I purse my lips around him, suck hard, just as he comes inside my mouth. I swallow, tasting him, every flavor I’m used to after days of us hooking up, but so much stronger, more concentrated. Like a potent drug, a taste of him that I’ll never get tired of, salty and savory and a hint of sweet and smoke all at once.

I swallow a second time, then lick and lap at his shaft, the tip of his cock, cleaning every drip from him. His cock tenses and jumps as I lick him, sensitive now, and I grin, tilting my face to smirk up at him.

He glances down at me with hooded eyes, his expression half-gone somewhere else. “You are… dangerously fucking good at that,” he finally manages to murmur, and the words curl through me, settle in my belly like a note of triumph.

Eventually, I slide back over to the passenger seat to buckle myself back in, feeling accomplished for the afternoon.

He hands me a napkin without a word, and I laugh as I lean in to wipe my lips gently in the side view mirror. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little easily distracted,” I admit, grinning.