The in and out of her the toy was almost enough to push him over, her breasts swaying gently with the motion, her eyes half closed, but still watching the screen for his instructions.
“Feel good?” He managed to type.
“Oh fuck, baby, it’s so good in my pussy!” Her hips lifted as she fucked herself.
“Gimme more! Please! Please!”
He bit his lip, squeezed his cock hard, and did as she asked, turning it up, up, hearing it buzz in his ears as it took her closer to orgasm.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” She rocked, eyes closing, gone to him now, but it didn’t matter. His cock jerked in his hand as she watched her come, her face and breasts flushed with it, the toy buzzing mightily in her cunt as her pussy gripped its slick, pink surface again and again. His cum splashed hot, white heat against his bare belly and he imagined aiming his cock against her throbbing clit, covering her with his cum.
The sweet sounds of her coming back down filled his ears, and his cock jerked to life again for a moment when she pulled the toy from her pussy and sucked off her juices. My god, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“God, I missed you Ralph. Where were you last night?” she asked, leaning up on an elbow and looking right at him. Last night. Right. Last night he and Dee had argued well into the wee morning hours about their upside-down mortgage and how they were going to consolidate their credit card debt.
He didn’t tell Julie any of that. Instead, he typed, “I missed you, too.”
“Oh damn.” She tossed the wet toy aside, frowning at her laptop screen. “I’ve got someone else who wants to go private. I’m sorry, sweetie.” His heart sank, but he typed, “I understand.”
“See you tomorrow night?”
“Of course. G’nite, baby.”
She blew him a kiss, and that was it. The screen was dark. The clock on his computer told him it was eleven-oh-three. Too short. There was never enough time to spend with her. And at $5.99 a minute, he knew Dee would have something to say about how much time he was spending when this month’s credit card statement finally came.
He sighed, slipping his boxers off and using them to wipe himself off before closing his laptop for the night. Some part of him knew there would be consequences to pay in the end, that his time with Julianne was a sort of escape, but another part of him didn’t care.
It was worth it, he told himself. She was worth it. And she thought he was, too.
She told him she missed him. She looked forward to being with him. She made him feel…hell, she just made him feel. That was enough. More than enough.
Who wouldn’t pay $5.99 a minute for that?
ROAD TO NOWHERE
“I need the map.” I shook her shoulder as gently as I could. Susie opened one eye and stuck out her tongue, turning toward the passenger door. “Can you get it? It’s in my bag.”
“Do I smell chicken?” Both eyes were open now and she sat up, blinking at the brightness.
“Yeah.” I nodded at the bucket on the floor. “I need to know which exit.”
“Did I really sleep through you stopping for chicken?” She yawned, leaning carefully over the seat and fishing through her bag.
“You slept through half of New Mexico, doll.” I admired the swell of her behind as she stretched over the seat, pulling the map out of my bag and putting it down between us.
Susie settled herself in the front seat again, digging through the red and white bag on the floor and pulling out a tub of coleslaw. “Oh, evil temptation!” I steered around something in the road. “What exit does it say to take off this?” Susie looked at the hand-drawn map and carefully printed directions. “Sixty-three.” She put her bare feet up on the dashboard, pulling a white spoon/fork combination out of its plastic and studying the eating utensil. “I bet the guy who invented the spork is going to be a millionaire.” I noticed her toes, painted a deep, blood red.
“Hey, are you still hungry?”
“Nah. I had a couple wings.” I nodded to the greasy red and white bucket on the floor, leaning over and squeezing her slim leg through her sun dress. “Although…I could go for a thigh.”
“Bad!” She poked my knuckles with her spork.
“Watch it!” I put my hand back on the steering wheel, smiling.
“Oh right, like I could take you with a spork?”
“You just like saying spork.”
“Where are we, Mark?” Susie tapped the spoon against the dash to some invisible beat. “There’s nothing to see out here but sand and more sand.”
“Not true-look, there’s a cactus!” I pointed, using the diversion to grab the utensil out of her hand. Susie rolled her eyes but rewarded me with a small smile. I held out the modified spoon. “Wanna spork?”
“Bad!” She groaned, but took it back. “I’m so tired of being lost. How did we end up heading to a town we couldn’t even find on the map?” I glanced over to see her pulling the lid off the bucket of chicken and peering inside.
I shrugged. “Maps don’t know everything.”
“If it isn’t on the map, it doesn’t exist.” She gave me a Susie-look, the one that said, ‘I know everything, even if you think I don’t.’
“Well, let’s hope you’re wrong.” I watched her use the rubber band around her wrist to pull her long, dark hair back into a ponytail and sighed.
“Never happens.” She flipped on the radio with a delicate flick of her small wrist.
I smiled, slipping a hand behind her neck, massaging. “You’re so smug.” She slid all the way across the Malibu’s bench seat-even with the air on, her long legs stuck to the vinyl-and snuggled up beside me. “Mmm. I think I found something better than chicken.”
“Susie…” Her fingers did the walking up my leg, dancing across my crotch. “I’m driving.”
“So drive.”
There was no stopping a determined Susie, and she was determined now, unzipping my fly, her small hand finding my already-hardening cock through the gap in my boxers.
“Oh Christ.” Her mouth was warm and wet, licking me into a swelling state of hardness as I leaned back in the seat, giving her more room to work. The soft, hungry noises she made from my lap were maddening, and the road seemed to melt, a fading mirage in the orange glow of the setting sun, as my eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured around the length, her lips coming up red on the tip.
“Now this is what I call a tasty meal.”
I tried to control myself-my breathing, the pressure of my foot on the gas pedal, the play of the steering wheel in my hand-but my hips moved all by themselves, thrusting my cock into her willing mouth. She made a fist around the shaft and stroked me fast as her tongue circled the head. I knew she could taste my precum, just mere pennies compared to the payoff her hard work was going to give her in, I gauged, probably less than a minute.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I whispered, grabbing onto her ponytail-the perfect handle-
using it to pump myself into her mouth, feeling it building, a deep well, a fountain ready to burst. The speedometer read a steady fifty-five, and that was good. Don McLean was crooning a goodbye to Miss American Pie, and that was good, too. The road was straight and even, the yellow lines stretching upward as we began to crest the top of a hill, and I was riding high toward my own summit, Susie’s mouth working its magic between my legs.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s coming!” I moaned, the shove of my hips forcing my cock deep into her mouth as she swallowed-I heard her throat working, trying to take the full load of my cum-and it was in that moment of unimaginable heaven I saw the flash of lowbeams converging with the blacktop as we came to the very top of the hill.