Page 116 of Denial
“Holy fuck.” His fingers fist the hair at the back of my head.
I do it again. Sutton twitches, his nails involuntarily flexing against my scalp.
The third time, I swirl my tongue around the crown. Sutton begins undoing the pearl snap buttons on his shirt. He leaves it gaped open, and I run my fingers over the ridges and valleys of his exposed abs while running my tongue along his shaft.
“Your mouth is heaven,” he groans, closing his eyes. His headthunksagainst the window behind him.
I wrap my lips fully around him, slowly guiding him into the back of my throat. His guttural groan encourages me. It gives me control and makes me feel powerful.
I begin to suck and bob, increasing speed. Sutton’s flexing thighs are my cues. His hand in my hair is the confidence and courage I need to make him lose control.
Saliva drips from my mouth down his dick, coating him in my spit. The glide is impossibly smooth. His salty musk is my newest addiction. Closing my eyes, I get lost in him. I clench my thighs together as his panting breath turns me on.
He stomps his foot, leg shaking beneath me, and he shouts a gritty curse. “Fuck!”
All too soon, he’s pulling me up, dragging me back to his mouth.
“I’d love for you to suck me all night, but I’m afraid we don’t have that kind of time, and I need to be in you when I come.”
My stomach jolts at his voice. At the pure desperation. I feel the same way. Once was not enough. Twice? No chance. I don’tthink either of us wants to be done with this until we both get our fill.
With Sutton’s help, we drag off my jean shorts together. The denim gets caught on my ankle, dangling from one side. He sinks back into the seat, holding his cock in one hand and pulling me onto his lap with the other.
My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders as I swing one leg over both of his, settling my knees around his hips. I slip them beneath his shirt, and I hover just over the tip of his cock.
Sutton reaches around my hip, hooking my thong in his fingers and yanking the material to the side, exposing me to the night. If anyone walked by the front of the truck at this exact moment, they’d see everything.
The thought gives me a pleasant shiver.
“Sit on my cock,” he grits out.
Reaching between us, I take control of his cock. Spitting in my hand, I wrap my fingers fully around him. It jumps beneath my touch, and Sutton’s eyes slam shut.
“Fuck, baby. Your hand feels so good.”
I pump him a few times before pressing him flat against my palm. My slick pussy glides over him as I begin to rock my hips.
“What are you doing, Alice?” Sutton’s voice snaps like his threads of control.
I release a breathy sigh as I grind my clit against the head of his cock. “Warming up.”
Suddenly, he grips my hips, fingers digging in as he slows my movements. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to warm me up all over your lap.”
Palming the back of his head, I bring us together until our foreheads touch. A smirk touches my lips. “I might enjoy making you lick it off.”
Sutton shudders from my words. Or maybe it’s my pussy soaking his cock that elicits the reaction.
“Next time,” he grunts as I slowly glide backward.
I tilt my head. “You’d do that?”
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. “Baby, I’d do anything you asked if it means I get my cock in you.”
“Beg.”
His blue eyes glint in the distant lights of the restaurant.
“You want me to beg?”
