“Such a dick,” I muttered.
We managed to make it through dinner without me calling Brooks a dick or trying to maim him with any of the kitchen appliances or knives. Susan and Christy kept the conversation lively while Brooks and I ate and listened most of the time.
Christy rose form the table and looked over her shoulder at me and Brooks while she rinsed her plate. “Why don’t you and Frankie go out for the night? Susan is here so you don’t need to worry about me, Brooks.”
Brooks shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Nah, we don’t need to do that. Frankie and I can hang out with you and Susan.”
I was fine with whatever Brooks wanted to do. I understood why he didn’t want to leave his mom unless he had to.
“Yeah,” Susan chimed in. “Because you know Frankie loves hanging out with two old ladies and a hottie.”
“Brooks, don’t make me have to kick you out of this house.”
Susan grabbed my plate and winked. She mouthed “have fun,” and I couldn’t help but laugh. While Susan and Christy thought Brooks and I were entertaining, I thought the same thing about her and Christy.
“Last I checked, this was my house, Ma.”
“And last I checked, I was the one who gave you life, so you can take your girlfriend out for a couple of hours and not worry about me,” she insisted. There was that hidden sass.
Brooks looked at me and shrugged. “Wanna go for a drive?”
I couldn't help but laugh. “You drive for a living, and your idea of a good time is going for a drive.” I looked at Christy. “Your son is too much.”
“He’s got a little bit of his father in him. He’s got racing in his blood just like he did.”
Brooks grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. “Since they’re kicking me out of my own house, we’re not going to bring them back ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” I chirped.
“Nothing as good as where you’re from, doll, but it’ll do.” We walked to the front door, and he snagged a set of keys from a hook by the door and pulled it open.
Susan and Christy were yelling about wanting ice cream, and we ducked out the door with the promise of bringing them some back.
“Are we really going for ice cream?”
Brooks pulled me over to his car and pushed me against it. His body pinned me, and he lowered his face to mine. “I don’t give a fuck about ice cream right now. All I want to do is kiss you.”
His lips connected with mine, and I didn’t have a second to think. His kiss consumed and dizzied my thoughts with its power. I wound my hands around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair.
His head slanted, and his lips possessed mine.
I was holding onto him, wishing he would never stop, when his lips released mine. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that mouth.”
My tongue snaked out and licked my lips.
“Shit, you can fuckin’ kiss, doll.” His mouth was on mine again, this time rough and demanding. My hand left his hair and traveled over his neck and down is back. I bunched his shirt up and felt his warm flesh under my fingertips.
I pressed myself against him to feel more and to get more of the kiss. His arms wound tightly against me, and his hand squeezed my ass. My tongue was tangled with his as my hand held his head to mine, and our heads shifted, never able to get enough of each other.
Our tongues danced, our bodies moved, and moans and grunts ripped from both of our lips with each caress and touch.
It was the best kiss I had ever had in my life. With Brooks, everything was different.
Brooks tore his lips away, and I felt his forehead rest against mine before I heard a low growl come from his mouth.
“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” I gasped.
“Shut up,” he whispered back.
“Am I not allowed to talk?” I laughed.
“Not when it’s some shit about you and me not being a good idea.”
I lightly shook my head. “I just meant I don’t think it’s the best idea for you to fuck me against your car in the driveway. Your mom or Susan might be able to see us from the living room.”
Brooks looked at the house and grumbled. “Dammit, you’re right. I was hoping we weren’t really going to have to leave because driving with a raging hard on isn’t really the easiest.”
My hips instinctively pressed into him, and I felt the telltale sign of his long, hard dick. “I might be able to help with that while you drive,” I suggested.
“Was that an offer for road head?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “That was most definitely an offer.”
Brooks’ head slanted again, and he claimed my lips in a third quick and passionate kiss. “Get your ass in the car and let’s see what you can do.”
Never one to have my skills doubted, I yanked open the door to the Mustang and slid in while Brooks rounded the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
I was instantly on him. One hand was on the bulge in his pants, and the other was tangled in his hair holding his head to mine. “Drive fast and don’t stop,” I ordered.
My hand squeezed his jean clad dick, and a groan escaped his lips. “You know I’m so going to get you back for this later, right?” I strained.
I pressed a swift kiss to his lips and smiled. “I certainly hope so.”
He fumbled to put the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life as I slowly pulled his zipper down. He lifted his ass to move his jeans down a bit, and I worked his underwear down his hips. “You’re gonna have to lose the underwear when I’m around.”
“Looks like I’ll be going commando for the rest of my life.”
“Promises, promises,” I tsk.
“That’s a fucking guarantee, doll.”
“Drive,” I ordered.
He shifted the car into drive, and I slid back into my seat, but I kept my hands in his pants. “I have to admit that this was not the way I planned our night ending,” I admitted.
He looked over at me and smiled. “Is that right? You didn’t come over with dinner and the thought of giving me road head? I’m really surprised by that seeing as your hand is in my pants, and I just pulled onto the road.”
“Yes to the dinner, but I honestly had no plans of getting my mouth on your dick tonight.”
“But you did hope that it would happen at some point, right?”
I lightly stroked his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “It might have crossed my mind a time or two. Though, in my defense, I never thought it would happen.”
“So this is like a fantasy coming true for you?”
More or less. While the thought of sucking Brooks off while he drove was sexy as hell, I hadn't thought about it until he suggested we go for a drive. “You’re gonna have to hold my hair back.” Damn, the one time I forgot to grab a hair tie.
I got up on me knees on the seat, leaned across the center console, and stroked his cock.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned.
Yep, this was going to be amazing. All I needed was for him to say my name while he groaned, and my life would be complete.
My head bobbed up and down as his dick slid in and out of my mouth and all over my tongue. His hand gripped my hair and gently tugged when he wanted me to pull up off of his dick. “Fuck yea, just like that.”
My hand cradled his balls and squeezed while my mouth sucked him off. He let go of my hair and draped his arm over my back and squeezed my ass. “Oh yeah, let me fuck that mouth, doll.”
The wet, hot, heat between my legs pooled, and I rubbed my hips together trying to get some sort of relief.
“You like when I talk about my dick in your mouth?”
I moaned at his words and sucked his cock deep, down my throat.
Brooks could be reciting the damn alphabet to me right now, and I would be hot as hell for him. The fact this guy who was normally a well-behaved racer had a dirty mouth when his cock was shoved down my throat was more than I could
handle.
While I bobbed up and down, my hand found the zipper of my own jeans, and I tugged it down.
“Whoa shit,” he groaned. “You can’t do that right now. You’re gonna make me pull this car over and fuck that sweet ass, Frankie.”
That was exactly what I wanted.
I didn’t care that we were in a car.
All I wanted was to feel Brooks in my mouth, and when he was done coming down my throat, I wanted to sink my pussy onto his dick and ride the hell out of him.
My fingers found my core, and I matched the speed of my mouth to the flicking of my clit.
I felt the car veer to the left, and then Brooks’ foot moved from the gas to the brake. The car came to a jerking stop, and he slammed the car into park.
He pulled the lever on his seat and fell back to give me better access. I got higher up on my knees, and he helped to pull my pants over my ass and down my thighs.
“Christ, Frankie. We shouldn’t be doing this in my car.”
I couldn’t answer since his dick was in my mouth, but I moaned low, letting him know I was completely fine with being in his car.
His hand glided over the bare skin of my ass, and he squeezed. “You know every time you call me a dick, I’m going to picture spanking this ass of yours.” He swatted my ass cheek, and I gasped.
“Do it again,” I whispered. I pulled back and watched my hand stroke his cock.
Brooks spanked my ass, the bite of pain sending chills through my body. “I’m gonna fuck you, Frankie. In my car on the side of the road. I’m not going to be able to move until I know what your pussy feels like wrapped around my dick.”
I sunk my mouth back down around his dick and sucked hard.
His fingers played with the entrance of my pussy and teased my clit. I was dripping wet, and my need for Brooks was taking over.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he growled. His hands grabbed me around the waist, lifted me completely out of my seat, and planted me in his lap. “I gotta fuck you.”
That sounded like the best idea I had ever heard. I managed to plant my knees on either side of the seat and raise myself up far enough to slip his cock into my pussy, and then I slowly sunk down. “Oh…my…shit,” I moaned.
The walls of my pussy gripped Brooks’ cock, and I closed my eyes to feel every sensation coursing through my body. His hands pushed up my shirt, exposing my breasts. He wasted no time pulling down the cups of my bra, and his mouth latched onto my nipple.
I rose up and down while his hips thrust up. “Brooks,” I gasped. Everything was happening so fast, and I wasn’t sure what to feel first.
His hand on my breast.
His mouth on my nipple.
The feel of his rock hard cock plunging in and out.
“You gotta come for me, doll,” he coaxed. His hand slid from my breast and down my body straight to my clit. “Come around my dick,” he groaned.
“Brooks” I moaned again. His name was the only word I could get out of my mouth. His thumb flicked my clit, and I went off like a rocket. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder. He thrust his hips, plunging his dick deep inside me before he moaned loud and emptied his cum inside me. His arms wrapped tight around me, and I buried my face in his neck.
“I’m such a dick,” he mumbled.
I cracked one eye open and wondered for a second if he had just felt the same thing I had. “Uh, I think this is the one time I’m going to have to disagree with you.”
“I just had you suck my dick while I drove and then fucked on the side of the road for the first time.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “That was totally my first time ever doing that.”
“Not what I meant, Frankie.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I’m really not sure what you mean, then. Either explain or stop talking.”
“Are you serious right now?”
I leaned back and looked down at him. “The things that are coming out of your mouth are super confusing to me right now, especially since we just had mind-blowing sex. I’m gonna need at least fifteen minutes and a pint of ice cream to halfway recover from what just happened.”
The headlights from a car bounced across us. “Frank, get up, doll. A car just pulled over behind us.”
“Oh shit.” That didn’t even cover half of the panic that rocked through my body. Brooks and I were about to be caught with both of our pants down in his car on the side of the road.
I managed to scramble off him, and Brooks catapulted the back of his seat forward. I heard the slam of the car door behind us, and I tugged my jeans up. Thankfully, I hadn’t taken Brooks’ pants completely off and all he had to do was work them up and pull his shirt down over the zipper he didn’t have time to work up.
The person knocked on Brooks’ window, and I patted down my hair, hoping it don’t look like I just had wild monkey sex with Brooks Cummings in his car.
Brooks rolled down the window and peered up.
“Holy fuck. If it isn’t Frankie Jensen and Brooks Cummings.”
My chin dropped to my chest, and I closed my eyes. There was no way in hell this was happening. What were the odds that the person who would be driving down the road at the exact same time that Brooks and I were having sex would be Jay.
“Uh, what’s up, Jay?” Brooks asked.
“Oh, you know. Just driving down the road when I see my boss’ car on the side of the road. I decided to be a good Samaritan to make sure you were okay, but lo and behold, I find you boinking Frankie.”
“Did he just say boinking?” I whispered.
“Sure as shit did, Frank.”
I opened my eyes and turned to look at Jay who had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Please just go away.”
He shook his head and took the toothpick out of the side of his mouth. “I just don’t think that is going to happen like you want it to. I mean, you guys should be thankful it was me who spotted you two and not the cops or Bigfoot.”
Brooks looked over at me. “Did he really just say Bigfoot?”
I drew an imaginary line across my lips. I was not going to have anything to say about this. At least, not with Jay.
“What’s it gonna take to keep this on the down low?” Brooks asked him.
Oh Lord, this was going to be a disaster. Jay reminded me so much of Ash when it came to blackmailing people. It was as if he didn’t even have to think of something that would work to get everyone to do the work for him. “I’m gonna need next weekend off and tickets to the concert in Gurney.”
“Gurney? What the hell concert is there?” I demanded. It was over four hours away, and there was no way in hell he knew anyone there.
“John Mayer, and I can see your ass cheek, Frankie.”
Brooks moved to block me from view. “The weekend is yours and let Harlyn know to get you tickets. You speak of this to no one.”
I couldn’t see Jay, but I knew he had a smug look on his face. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Brooks. I’ll see you at the shop later.”
Brooks stayed in front of me until I heard the slam of Jay’s door, and his car flew past us. “Did that really just happen?”
I looked at Brooks and busted out laughing. “That totally just happened,” I wheezed.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Brooks demanded. He reached over and tickled my stomach which sent me off into a completely new round of giggling.
“Stop, stop,” I insisted. I finally got a hold of his hand and moved it away from me. “You don’t play fair, Mr. Cummings.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “And neither do you, Miss Jensen. I do believe you were the one who had suggested road head to begin with.”
He had me there. “You could have said no.”
“Name one man who would ever say no to the suggestion of getting road head.” He sat back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. “I’ll just wait while you make up some ridiculous name.”
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br /> I finished snapping the button on my jeans. “Don’t you think we should get back on the road and not talk about things that don’t really matter?”
Brooks shook his head. “You’re pretty good at avoiding arguments you know you’re going to lose, doll.”
I was not going to lose that argument. “There has to be at least one guy in this whole world that isn’t into receiving road head at the drop of a hat.” I was not going to concede defeat.
Brooks shook his head and finished zipping up his pants now that Jay was gone. “You wanna get ice cream and head back to the house?”
“Are you now ignoring me ignoring the argument?”
“It seems like the best idea right now. You’re in a good mood. I’m in a fucking fantastic mood, so I figure I’ll try to see if I can go a day without you calling me a dick.” Brooks started the car and put his blinker on to merge back onto the road.
“I think I called you dick three times over dinner, so you might want to try the whole nondick thing another day.”
He pulled back onto the road and headed into Leeds Square. “So, tomorrow when we wake up, you try not to call me a dick.”
“Uh, how about you try not to be a dick, and then I won’t have to call you a dick.”
He looked over at me and smiled. “I think I’ll just skip this idea completely. If you don’t call me a dick, I’m going to feel like I’m not doing something right.”
“Wait,” I called. “You said tomorrow when we wake up as if you think I’ll be spending the night with you. I never agreed to that.”
He flipped on his blinker and came to a roll at a stop sign. “You will be waking up with me tomorrow because I know you’re just like me.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“It means we may have just had sex, but you and I both know we want more.”
“Hmph.” I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “We’ll just see about that.”
He ended up being right, and we both fell asleep in his bed together after having ice cream with his mom and Susan then sex twice in his amazingly plush mattress.
I hated he was right, but I had to admit it felt pretty damn good to fall asleep in his arms.
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