Relinquish(12)

“All right,” I whisper weakly. “But no sex.”

Chasen smiles like the devil as he starts his truck, while my mind and body battle a war of lust over logic.

He drives down the road, turning between two tall buildings that lead into an alley, driving up to a dirty green dumpster. The fit is so tight I couldn’t open my door if I wanted to without it slamming into the brick building.

“Well, this is fancy,” I respond sarcastically, watching a large rat scamper across a green dumpster. Chasen laughs, scratching his blond hair.

“It’s not fancy, huh?” He glances at me from the corner of his eye, his chest lifting as he does so. “I think I should start calling you that. Fancy.” He chuckles, turning the truck off.

“Yeah, no,” I clip seriously, making him laugh harder. I swipe at the sweat trickling down my leg slowly, the heat inside the truck becoming unbearable from the lack of air conditioning.

“So, you said no sex,” he states, resting his arm along the back of the seat.

“Yeah, not happening,” I respond, shifting in my dress nervously.

“What about a blow job then?” he questions. My head whips in his direction from his forwardness. He doesn’t hold back, does he?

His head tilts to the side, making him look sexy. I smirk, peering out the window and debating if I should do it or not.

My skin sprouts with little bumps of unease, but my sex throbs with excitement. I close my eyes, conflicted with my thoughts. It’s just a blow job. He’s sexy at least, and if anything, I do owe him. My cheeks flush with longing, and my heart beats sporadically when I realize… I want this. I want to feel desired. All my life, I’ve been pushed to the side by pretty girls whose parents had money. Caring for kids of the foster system kept me from being scandalous and venturous. But there’s a part of me, the sexual part of me, I’ve never experienced before because of it.

“I mean, I’ve never—”

“It’s simple. Open your mouth as wide as you can and suck my dick as hard as you can.” He chuckles and I bite my inner cheek, embarrassed.

He pushes his ass off the seat, using his feet in the floorboard and his back against the seat to hold his weight. He undoes his torn jeans and slides them down to his knees, pulling his cock through the hole of his black boxers.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, eyeing the long, pinkish shaft and swollen head completing his package. He slides his hand up and down himself, causing it to grow harder. My cheeks warm with the way my body ignites with arousal, shadowing any thought that giving head in an alleyway might be wrong. In fact… it’s hot. I mean, we could be caught at any second.

“Come here, Charlie,” he whispers huskily.

My breathing spikes with his words, my mouth watering to taste him. My legs tighten to try and smother the pulsing vibrating in my core. I slide across the seat, getting closer to him, my thighs sticking to the leather seat from the heat.

“That’a girl,” he mutters, slipping his hand into the back of my hair. I slide my finger up his length; it’s silky and veiny beneath the pad of my finger. I’ve never touched a penis before. There’s something about touching it that has my body warming and my panties wet. I hover my face over the tip of his dick, preparing myself. I’m so turned on I might just give in and have sex with him.

“Fuck me with your mouth, Charlie.” He anchors his hand on the back of my neck and plows my face into his crotch. I have no choice but to open my mouth and take him whole.

My tongue thrashes against the bottom of his cock, taking in the taste of musk and salt. It’s not bad, though. In fact, I like it. I tilt my head to the side and slide my tongue along the ridge of the head, my eyes peering up at Chasen. His head is resting against the back glass of the truck, looking down at me with a haze of pleasure fogging his eyes. I sheath my teeth with my lips, not wanting to nip him, and take the top of his head into my mouth, sucking it in with force.

“Suck me harder,” he whispers, thrusting his hips upward. I hold him at the base of his length and perch my lips over the head of his cock. I suck as hard as I can, taking him to the back of my throat. I bob my head slowly, not rushing the experience. He hisses between his teeth, pushing my head down every time I come upward.

“Just like that,” he moans, clenching his hands into my hair painfully. My jaw begins to ache, and my gag reflex starts to quiver with the urge to puke as he continues to f*ck my mouth. You’d think I would hate this, that I would plead for him to stop. But to see him so undone, at my complete mercy just by something as simple as my mouth… it’s empowering. I love it.

Drool escapes the sides of my mouth and my sex pulses with tingling waves. I hear Chasen moan, and his head hit the truck’s back window from falling backwards. He suddenly tenses, stilling my head in place. His body trembles beneath me and warm, salty fluid spills into the back of my throat. Loud, guttural groans fill the cab of the truck with his release as he stiffens beneath me. He untangles his fingers from my hair, letting me up. As I sit up, I notice a big, wet circle soaking his boxers around his cock from my spit.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he pants. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and notice how sore it is. I work my aching jaw back and forth as I eye him.

“Good?” My voice is muffled with lust.

He lifts his head off the back of the glass and exhales loudly.