“Stop!” I screamed with a childish laugh as I tried to create more distance between Charlie and I. I don’t care what your age may be, playing tag or hide and seek never gets old.

“Not a chance, “ he called out after me, “we have to get going. We’ll be late,” He was trying his hardest to be stern with me.

“And?” I retorted, not really needing a response. We had been all over each other five minutes ago. I was sitting on top of him. I could feel the bulge through his faded grey jeans. I kept riding him hoping for a good quickie, maybe on the edge of this couch, before we needed to meet both of our future in-laws for dinner.

I was trying to wear him down. But his caressing of my hair had gone from pleasant foreplay to him pulling my head back away from him and declaring we needed to stop.

He had picked me up off of him because I refused to move. So when he grabbed his keys, I had slipped out of my four-inch nude peep-toes and ran.

I ran around his living room and the wall that separated the office, kitchen, and den. He was going the opposite way, but I heard the clicks of his dress shoes turn around and come right towards me.

I made a sharp left to his horribly carpeted stairwell leading to the loft and stopped to look over my shoulder. He was too close and too fast. I made my way up three fourths of the stairs and tripped.

I turned around letting the weight of my body rest on my elbows and ass. He walked up towards me. I was wishing that he would carry me back down the stairs and lay me on the couch or throw me up against his front door taking me from behind.

Instead he stood over me with his crotch just over my head and resting his hands on his hips. His over sized blue button down shirt was scooped up underneath his wrists.

“Are you ready to go now, Ella?” He asked without really asking.

“Do I have to be?” I turned my eyes down to the very obvious bulging he still had going on in his jeans.

“You’ll have to wait for that. We’re late,” Charlie let his hands off his hips and turned to walk down the stairs.

He stopped at the bottom of the steps and searched his pockets for his car keys. I placed my tiny hands on the side of his waist as I approached him gripping him while I stood on my tippy toes to bite his neck.He leaned back in ecstasy resting his back into my chest, “You’re not gonna get me that way,” he darted through the front door.

“I think I already have,” I giggled and grabbed my heels to walk out to the car with him.

We briefly recapped our days until Charlie merged his forest green Toyota truck onto the secluded two-lane road that would cut around to the city.

We had often taken this route coming home from date-nights. There were quicker ways to get to our destination though, such as the main roads.

“Is there traffic?” I glanced at him to question his intentions.

“I didn’t check,” He stared straight ahead at the dimly lit road, but I could see the corner of his mouth turn up.

“So I’ll take that as your way of saying it’s okay to do this?” I took his hand that had been holding mine and licked his index finger before sucking the whole length. When I felt him twinge I moved onto his middle finger, and then his ring finger.

He used his other hand to pull on his jeans. He was getting riled up again and needed more room. I finished my teasing with the lightest nibble on the tip of his index finger.

I turned to him and gave him a sly smile, “So now that we have the time it’s okay to do this?” I grabbed him through his jeans before undoing them. He groaned.

“I’m going to make you pay for this,” he muttered out through his gritted teeth as he worked to keep his eyes on the road.

“I think I can handle that,” I pulled my self out of the top of my seatbelt and turned towards him, now sitting on my knees. I had to work to keep my large ass out of window view.

I pulled his thick shaft through his boxers and tightened my grip around his base. “I’m not su…” he started to talk but it turned into another groan as I placed my tongue on his tip and began to stroke him.

His veins created the most beautiful ridges and his head had grown to the size that often frightened me until I felt how good it was in me. There wasn’t enough time for some of my finer work, but I was going to get him off just as well.

I traced the path of a ridge with my tongue stopping at the top to blow some cool air on him. I gave him a tight pump and traced another path, this time taking all of him in until he reached the back of my throat.

I felt the car swerve the slightest bit. He flattened his palm on my back. I kept him right where he was in my mouth, rotating my tongue, until he regained enough concentration on the road.

His fingers were working their way into my skirt to feel how wet I was. I let him explore as I began to stroke and suck him faster. My lips were tight around him. I sucked all of him, bobbing my head up and down to meet the rhythm of his fingers working their way in and out of me.

I let out a moan around him allowing him to feel the vibrations of my satisfaction.

I pulled off of him until I was sucking hard only on the tip. I stayed there for a long time moving my hand up and down his cock and flicking my tongue across the end of him.

I abruptly took all of him in again. As much as I could, I wanted all of him in my mouth. He moved his busy hand up my back to rest on my neck. He started to moan wildly and raise his hips to be deeper in my mouth.

He was close. I tightened my grip a little more trying to reach around to fondle his balls at the same time. He made a fist in my hair and gently pressed down. I was trying to breath around him, but the thrusting of my lips had been too much and he was beginning to explode.

His moans became deeper sounding like smooth grunts. A sound I treasured. His sweet liquid hit the back of my throat and filled any empty space in my mouth. I pulled off to his tip again in order to swallow what he had given me. I glanced up at him with a smile in my eyes and gave him a few more pumps.

He was becoming weaker. I eased off of him licking the last drop, before tucking him away. We were approaching city lights. Charlie always had good timing.

He rubbed his eyes then turned to give me a quick smile and laugh with relief, “no, no I don’t think you will be able to handle what I want to do to you.”

I tugged my skirt down and combed my fingers through my hair, “Well don’t think about it too much. We’re just about there and you need to be on your best behavior,” I kissed the back of his hand.

“Not a chance, Ella. Not a chance.”

 

Originally Published: November 8, 2015