32. Montana

My clit was still throbbing and I felt like an addict.

Even so, I was certain that I had survived the night until we went outside and I noticed that the windows of his car were tinted. Of course, my mind had registered it earlier on when he’d come to the school, but as I stood staring at it now, I couldn’t believe the insane ideas that were rushing into my mind. I didn’t want to have sex. Way too dangerous with my father just shouting distance away. I just wanted to see his gorgeous cock again.

He threw the trash bag into the bin, then stopped to look at me. “What”s so interesting about my car?”

I dragged my eyes away and looked at him. “Why do you drive such a deliberately ordinary car?”

He seemed surprised by my question. “It”s what I can afford, I guess.”

I didn’t need to see the slight amusement in his eyes to know he was playing with me. I gave him a look of disbelief.

He shrugged and turned to glance back at it. “It has all the bells and whistles of a sports car. I guess I just wanted to see what I could do with such an old model. More interesting than a new one, isn”t it?”

“Can you give me a tour of the inside?” I asked, not believing what was coming out of my mouth.

He narrowed his gaze at me then looked toward the house, and nodded. “Let”s go.”

I didn’t dare look up. My father”s room was on the side that faced the backyard, but still, I didn’t want to imagine that he could see. I was probably going to piss my pants if I thought he was watching. Still, the windows were tinted.

I got into the passenger side.

“We’re just talking,” I said as soon as I shut the door.

He smiled and activated the locks. “Sure. We’ll be using our mouths most definitely.”

I stared ahead quietly for a few moments, and then he did that thing I absolutely adored. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft and sweet, and in seconds, I lost myself. All I could do was feel the rush of red, torrid lust filling my veins, and listen to my heart raging inside my chest.

The added danger of the thrill of the possibility of getting caught was definitely part of the equation. I tried to control my breathing, tried to control how much what he was doing affected me, but it was no use. At the back of my mind, I understood we couldn’t go for long, because of Anya. I grabbed the buckle of his belt

“Keep talking, Montana,” he said, and adjusted himself, inclining his seat and leaning back comfortably.

I was hyper-focused on what I wanted to the point of it being an obsession. I needed ... needed to see his gorgeous cock once again. I felt as if I was spiraling out of control and I could never have believed that this incredibly promiscuous side of me existed. The side that I couldn’t even wait to find somewhere decent first to fulfil my lust.

As the flushed, pulsing head of his cock was revealed, all of my doubts vanished like smoke into thin air. I watched it, mesmerized and hungry, leaned down and took the broad head in my mouth.

“Hmm,” I savored it with a deep moan, sucking and licking across it with my tongue.

I could feel his reaction in the harshness of his breathing and the way his back was now straight as a rod against the back of the seat. In that tiny space, it was impossible to miss the intensity of what I was doing to him. Sounds filled the space and echoed around.

I committed all of it to memory.

Pulling away, I gazed greedily at the glistening, clean tip. When I lifted my eyes up to him there was something akin to wonder in his eyes. I relished the moment, but I needed more of him, so I lowered once again, and this time, I tried to take him all the way to the root.

It was difficult though because he was fucking big. Perhaps even bigger than I had judged. And so, I had to adjust, taking him all the way back to my throat to see where he would end. I soon found out, but it was difficult to take, so I pulled out.

In love, I rubbed the entire rock-hard length and felt it swell even further at my touch. I urged spills of pearly precum back to the root, then I leaned forward once again with my mouth to suck him weak. He moaned softly, his hand gripping the steering wheel handle, and his head thrown back, his face to the ceiling of the car.

I watched the Adam”s apple on his strong, brown throat bob convulsively. I sucked and pumped him even harder. With both my hands grasping the base of his shaft, my mouth worked in tandem to ensure that he forgot his name. Perhaps he did because for the next several moments, only mine fell from his lips, in soft pants almost as a warning to himself, in adoration, in hunger.

Each of them spurred me on as I went even faster, my singular focus to have him unravel in my hands. He always seemed a bit too composed, I realized. Too in control, impossible to be flustered. And so, I loved the fact that I could make him lose control.

Holding my head gently, he pumped softly into my mouth, and I increased the strength of my suction. Groaning, he collapsed back into the seat and tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you”re good,” he praised. “Too good. Fuck.”

I was sucking a man”s cock outside my father”s home. I couldn’t believe it, yet at the same time, it made me so incredibly excited. Shutting my eyes, I milked him of every ounce of pleasure until my jaw ached, until he grabbed me and warned me to stop because he was coming.

Ignoring him, I held on, and his release flooded my mouth. It shot down my throat and I took it all. I lapped up the strands of semen around my lips and made sure to lick up and down his still-hardened rod. I loved the sight of him oozing out, still pulsing and greedy, and so I pulled him into my mouth again.

I sucked in until I could no longer remain in the position, bent over, aching. I straightened and turned to the man beside me, who still had his eyes shut, his cock out, and his chest heaving. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

“I’m going to send Anya out,” I told him. “Is that alright?”

It took him a few seconds, but soon he opened his eyes and turned his iridescent irises towards me.

“Yeah, thank you,” he replied, more softly than I had ever heard him speak before.

I smiled, but just before I turned to go, he grasped my hand, angled his head, and caught my lips in the slowest, sweetest, most sensual kiss.

It was as though he was trying to solidify this moment between us in my memory. As though he was trying to ensure that no matter what, I never forgot it. But how was it even possible that I would?

About a minute later, he pulled away, and there was absolutely nothing to say between us. In fact, it was almost dangerous at the moment to speak, as I had no idea what nonsense would spout. Perhaps I would get on my knees and ask him to marry me because right then, it was all I could think about.

Thankfully, I was able to compose myself albeit on shaky feet as I pushed the door open and got out of the car. I headed back into the house and, to my surprise, found the little girl on the porch. Her bowl of ice cream and brownie was finished, and she had fallen asleep on the cushions of the swing. Cuddled in her little arms was Tolstoy, which was very surprising because Tolstoy hated strangers. He hissed and avoided them as much as possible.

Anya looked so sweet and angelic against all that white fur that I couldn’t help but wonder once again about her mother. Where was she? Who was she? I had been merely curious before, but now I really wanted to know in a way that was overwhelming.

But I had to wait for her father to tell me. Gently, I lifted her into my arms and took her back out to meet her father.