going from the store had access to the show? A small risk, considering the late hour, but a possibility nonetheless. Somebody could catch them. They might slow their walk to stare a bit, might even stop and watch. Heat pooled between her legs. Part of her wanted that.
“Let’s go to your place.” He shifted, made a move to put things away.
She stopped his hand, shook her head. “I’m not done here.”
“Andie—” Whatever sweet thing he was about to say died when her lips closed over the head of his cock, slowly slid to the base, then sucked him hard all the way to the top. “Do that again.”
She repositioned herself on the bench seat, on her knees, ass in the air. And sucked. Slow and hard at first, like he wanted. The more he vocalized his enjoyment, the hotter she got and the faster she went. His cock thickened. Got steel hard. His hand fisted in her hair and she nearly came from wanting to.
“Babe, stop.” He used his hold on her hair to angle her head to the side. She looked up with his cock still filling her mouth. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are with those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes? I need to be inside you.”
She took her time releasing him. He watched each inch as it eased from her mouth. Nobody had ever looked at her that way, consumed by hunger for what she gave.
As soon as he was free, he grabbed the bag that had fallen to the floor. Plastic and cardboard went flying. He ripped the packet with his teeth, then smoothed the condom down his length while she watched, riveted. Sex with a condom was a thing from her distant past. And sweet heaven, it had never been a sexy show like this.
“My turn to watch. Jeans off. Now.” His eyes followed her hands as she worked the zipper and shimmied out of the denim. “Leave the panties on.”
“They’re not as nice as the ones I left in the alley last night.” She rose to her knees beside him, the sound of his laugh working like a magnet on her hips.
“I don’t mind owing you a pair, but these look pretty great in my opinion.” He trailed one finger across the front of the skimpy blue thong, let it slide lower, back and forth over the strip of fabric covering her clit. He pushed the material aside. Dipped his finger inside her and gently urged her closer. “C’mere. Ride me.”
She swung her leg up and over. The goal—a sexy transition to straddling his lap. The reality—whacking her right foot against steering wheel.
“Ow, crap. Shit. My ankle.” She crumbled onto the seat beside him, throbbing foot cupped in her hands, half crying from pain and half laughing at killing the mood, klutz-style. “Do I have the moves, or what?”
“You really do.” A huge smile lit his face. He patted his lap, right next to his cock. “Foot. Let me take a look at it.”
“It’s just bruised. It’ll be fine in a minute.” She tried flexing it and winced.
“I’m the doctor here.”
“You’re an animal doctor.” Mason had her right foot across his thigh before she could blink. “God, you move fast.”
“I’m always quick with the feisty ones,” he said while checking her ankle with a series of gentle pokes and stretches.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind if we ever make it past the oral sex stage.” She toed him in the ribs with her left foot. With her panties still askew and her legs slightly parted, Andie was well aware of the mostly naked view she’d be providing if he looked her way. And, bingo. She had his attention. A couple of adjustments to the seat and tilt steering, that’s all it’d take, he could cover her with his body and slide inside.
“Can you sit up yet?”
So he still wanted her to ride him. Okay by her. “Yup. Good to go.” This time, she’d lose the attempt at sexy flair. Eyes on the prize.
“Then buckle in. We need to be at your house five minutes ago.”
Mason breathed a sigh of relief when Andie wiggled into her jeans. Driving across
“Let’s go to your place.” He shifted, made a move to put things away.
She stopped his hand, shook her head. “I’m not done here.”
“Andie—” Whatever sweet thing he was about to say died when her lips closed over the head of his cock, slowly slid to the base, then sucked him hard all the way to the top. “Do that again.”
She repositioned herself on the bench seat, on her knees, ass in the air. And sucked. Slow and hard at first, like he wanted. The more he vocalized his enjoyment, the hotter she got and the faster she went. His cock thickened. Got steel hard. His hand fisted in her hair and she nearly came from wanting to.
“Babe, stop.” He used his hold on her hair to angle her head to the side. She looked up with his cock still filling her mouth. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are with those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes? I need to be inside you.”
She took her time releasing him. He watched each inch as it eased from her mouth. Nobody had ever looked at her that way, consumed by hunger for what she gave.
As soon as he was free, he grabbed the bag that had fallen to the floor. Plastic and cardboard went flying. He ripped the packet with his teeth, then smoothed the condom down his length while she watched, riveted. Sex with a condom was a thing from her distant past. And sweet heaven, it had never been a sexy show like this.
“My turn to watch. Jeans off. Now.” His eyes followed her hands as she worked the zipper and shimmied out of the denim. “Leave the panties on.”
“They’re not as nice as the ones I left in the alley last night.” She rose to her knees beside him, the sound of his laugh working like a magnet on her hips.
“I don’t mind owing you a pair, but these look pretty great in my opinion.” He trailed one finger across the front of the skimpy blue thong, let it slide lower, back and forth over the strip of fabric covering her clit. He pushed the material aside. Dipped his finger inside her and gently urged her closer. “C’mere. Ride me.”
She swung her leg up and over. The goal—a sexy transition to straddling his lap. The reality—whacking her right foot against steering wheel.
“Ow, crap. Shit. My ankle.” She crumbled onto the seat beside him, throbbing foot cupped in her hands, half crying from pain and half laughing at killing the mood, klutz-style. “Do I have the moves, or what?”
“You really do.” A huge smile lit his face. He patted his lap, right next to his cock. “Foot. Let me take a look at it.”
“It’s just bruised. It’ll be fine in a minute.” She tried flexing it and winced.
“I’m the doctor here.”
“You’re an animal doctor.” Mason had her right foot across his thigh before she could blink. “God, you move fast.”
“I’m always quick with the feisty ones,” he said while checking her ankle with a series of gentle pokes and stretches.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind if we ever make it past the oral sex stage.” She toed him in the ribs with her left foot. With her panties still askew and her legs slightly parted, Andie was well aware of the mostly naked view she’d be providing if he looked her way. And, bingo. She had his attention. A couple of adjustments to the seat and tilt steering, that’s all it’d take, he could cover her with his body and slide inside.
“Can you sit up yet?”
So he still wanted her to ride him. Okay by her. “Yup. Good to go.” This time, she’d lose the attempt at sexy flair. Eyes on the prize.
“Then buckle in. We need to be at your house five minutes ago.”
Mason breathed a sigh of relief when Andie wiggled into her jeans. Driving across
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