Y’all are just jealous.
Enzo
Y’all? This is New York, not Alabama.
Sully
But I love a reverse cowgirl.
Enzo
You continue to prove my point.
Yee haw.
Chuckling to myself, I tap the button on the side to put my phone into sleep mode, lowering it from my line of sight. As I do, I’m surprised to find Norah on the floorboard, kneeling in front of me. My eyes move to the partition, which I now see is up, closing us off from the driver. I hadn't even seen her move, or heard the partition rise, which proves how little I’m invested in this evening.
“What are you doing?” I ask, hoping my assumptions aren’t true. But the way she’s settled back on her legs, looking up at me as she attempts to slyly press her breasts together, tells me exactly what she’s doing.
She’s trying to seduce me.
It’s not working.
In fact, my flaccid cock feels even more limp than normal.
“You seem stressed, Sly. I’m sorry your family needs you and we can’t finish our date.” Again, her hands inch up my thigh, and I gently push them away.
“All will be fine, don’t worry,” I assure, but she’s stopped listening.
It’s startling how quickly she can move when she is trying. Quicker than I can process, Norah has undone my belt, lowered my zipper, and has taken my cock into her hand.
“Norah, please—this is not necessary.” My hand covers hers as I attempt to pull her fingers away. She mistakes my touch for encouragement, though, and begins to stroke me.
“Shhh, let me make you feel good,” she says, and before I can tell her no again, her mouth descends.
Her warm, wet tongue licks up the underside of my cock as she repositions her hand at the base. Pushing further onto her knees for leverage, she takes it in her mouth completely, bobbing up and down as she uses her fist to tug and twist in a way that is meant to be pleasurable.
Watching her go down on me sobrazenly goes against every fiber of my being. It goes against everything I stand for as a lover.
Igivepleasure. And I receive it only when my partner can no longer take any more. It does not matter if it takes three orgasms or twenty. Giving pleasure bringsmepleasure.
This girl's mouth on my cock brings me nothing.
Letting her continue, I watch out the window as we drive down the busy Manhattan streets, trying to get into the mindset where I can mildly enjoy what Norah is doing.
Fisting her hair, I turn to look down at her as she moves up and down my cock, concentrating on the task at hand. Her face is concealed, hidden behind a mass of wavy light brunette tendrils that she kept loose.
My mind drifts to a deeper hue. Thick, wavy, deep brown hair, cascading down. Long, languid strokes of her tongue followed by playful swirls and flicks to the slit at the tip.
Instantly, I feel myself harden between her lips, and a heady moan floats from her as she hums with approval.
I wind my hand tighter in her hair and begin to guide her movements, tilting my head back against the seat of the car and closing my eyes. Envisioning blazing gray-blue irises looking up at me, I groan appreciatively as her lips suction around the head of my cock, then slowly push down toward the base while her tongue massages every place it touches.
Breath hisses past my teeth as I lose myself to hermovements. “Fuck,” I mutter, then my eyes jolt open as I realize the name that almost came out of my mouth after that curse.
Vincenza.
It’s been the thought of her—herhair,hereyes,herlips—that’s gotten me so hard. That’s brought me to this point. Anger slowly blooms inside my chest.
