The rain drummed against the window like a metronome, slow and steady at first, then faster, harder, until it felt like the whole world was shaking. I sat in the passenger seat of Fernando’s sleek black Audi, my fingers drumming against my knee, my body thrumming with something I couldn’t name. We’d been circling the block for ten minutes, the city slick with neon and rain, the streets glistening like the skin of some wet, willing creature.
“You’re nervous,” Fernando said, his voice low, amused. He reached over, his fingers brushing my thigh, sending a jolt straight to my core. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“I’m not nervous,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just thinking.”
“About what?” His hand slid higher, fingers teasing the hem of my skirt, making my breath hitch. I should’ve worn pants. Or a dress that wasn’t quite so short. Or hell, anything that didn’t make me feel like prey.
“About how wet I am,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Fuck, I was losing my damn mind. Since when did I just *say* shit like that?
Fernando’s laugh was dark, rich, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers finding the damp fabric of my panties. “Let me feel.”
I gasped as his fingers slid beneath the lace, his touch rough, demanding. “Fernando—”
“Shh,” he said, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “You’re thinking too much. Just feel.”
I bit my lip, my head falling back against the seat as his fingers worked me, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did. He was older, experienced, the kind of man who knew exactly what he wanted—and exactly how to get it.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice a growl.
I nodded, my hips lifting involuntarily, chasing his touch. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
He chuckled, low and wicked. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”
His fingers left me then, and I whimpered in protest, but he just grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt and shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock. It was thick, heavy, already glistening at the tip, and my mouth watered just looking at it.
“Suck it,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I hesitated for half a second—old habits died hard, and I’d never been all that into the idea of cock in my mouth before. But then I remembered the way he made me feel, the way his touch turned my brain to mush, and I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at his tip.
Fernando groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me forward. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it.”
I wrapped my lips around the head, my tongue swirling, my mouth stretching to accommodate him. He was big, bigger than anything I’d ever had before, and for a second, I panicked, my gag reflex flaring. But then he thrust up, just a little, and I relaxed, letting him slide deeper.
“Fuck, Elena,” he groaned, his hips jerking. “Just like that. Take it all.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I took him deeper, my throat working around him. He was hitting the back of my mouth, and I could feel my eyes watering, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to hear him groan like that again.
“Goddamn,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re a natural.”
I pulled back just enough to gasp, saliva dripping from my lips. “I never thought I’d develop a taste for sucking cock,” I admitted, my voice husky. “But I love it. I love making you cum.”
His eyes darkened, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Then do it,” he ordered. “Make me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I moaned around him, my pussy clenching at his words, and I took him deeper, my throat fluttering around his length as I swallowed him down. He was close, I could tell—his hips were jerking, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his cock swelling in my mouth. I pulled back just enough to let him finish, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft as I took just the head between my lips.
And then he was coming, thick ropes of cum spilling onto my tongue, salty and hot. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as I swallowed every drop, my own arousal dripping down my thighs.
When he was finished, I pulled back, my lips swollen, my mouth glistening with his cum. I stuck out my tongue, showing him, then leaned in to press a filthy kiss to his lips, sharing the taste of him.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “You’re insatiable.”
I grinned, my fingers trailing down his chest, my own body aching for release. “Only for you,” I whispered.
He smirked, his hand sliding up my skirt again, his fingers finding my clit with ease. “Then let’s see how many times I can make you cum before we get home.”
I gasped as his fingers worked me, my body already teetering on the edge. “Fernando—”
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Come all over my fingers like a good girl.”
And I did.