She Sucked Him on the Drive Home

Her sneakers made noise in the halls of the airport as she ushered through the crowds. Trolly in one hand, pushing rush before her, backpack strapped on top securely. Her short black dress swished against her thighs and rubbed against her skin, friction against her bare chest underneath. Her nipples pebbled. Her blue jean jacket kept her warm enough, it was ten at night.

Dizzy from a drink on the plane she rushed down the corridor of the luggage claim. Red hair wispy around her face, cheeks glowing with some heat. She passed the exit doors, her eyes landed on him. Her heart stopped half a second as she took him in. Blue shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, immaculate face. Gorgeous.

Her feet pattered on the floor as she ran up to him and flung herself into his arm. The familiar smell of him welcomed her, immediately rising in her nose, as her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. His hands held her pressed against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they squeezed each other strongly. Her luggage rolled past them half a meter, but it was easily forgotten.

"Can I have a kiss now?" He chuckled, but there was urgency in his tone.

She grinned at him, then pressed her lips on his. Her mind emptied and all her thoughts floated away, making room for him. His taste, his smell, his touch.

"Did you have alcohol?" He questioned her and the tips of her ears heated up.

With bright, gloomy eyes she looked into his, warm and dark, and giggled. "Yeeeees..."

He saw it in her face. Flushed, wide grin, something else. "You're tipsy."

She giggled. He nodded again.

"Barely..." she argued, pouting her lips.

He kissed her again. "Your sweet sugar lips. But I can smell it up to here, babygirl."

_Babygirl_. Her eyes became rounder.

He squeezed her once more before letting go. "And no bra, huh..." His eyes wandered over the heart neckline of her dress.

"For you..." She bit her lip. He nodded acknowledging her efforts, visibly pleased.

"Let's go," he said, and took her trolley. One hand there, one hand with her. Holding everything he needed.

She babbled about the flight, the people, the drink she got. Chattering through the night air as they left the airport and made their way to his car. She was only half aware of what she was yapping on about. The other half of her brain was occupied with studying him. His rolled up sleeves of the button down, the way he brightly shined against the blue of his shirt. How was it that he got more handsome with each time she saw him? Her mind spun, aroused and weak for him.

She thought about how his eyes sparkled when he saw her, that wide smile too big for his face. His scent, the softness of his shirt, the taste of his lips, the strength in his arms as she wrapped her hand around it. The way he handled her luggage without question, making her feel cared for instantly.

Her eyes forgot how to blink and she went silent for a moment. Everything stood still as he guided her to his car. Her mind circled around him, heart pounding strong in her chest. What did he do to her?

She sighed, they arrived at his car. He put her trolley and backpack in the trunk, then turned to her. One hand behind her neck, one around her waist, not a second later. He held her against the car and she melted against him, hands grabbing whatever they could reach.

His tongue plunged in her mouth, exploring every inch he hasn't tasted in weeks. Her breath ragged and he gave her another long kiss before pulling away. "What is this...?" His hand found her biker shorts under the dress.

"Safety shorts." She declared. Held her nose high. "I traveled! Could have flashed someone otherwise..."

He clicked his tongue.

She raised her brows, brattiness coming through the little mouth but he kissed her, then motioned for her to get in the car.

But her body had a different plan. Since her lips had landed on his the first time, her pussy was a mess. Wet and messy, pulsating, aching for anything at all. And she knew he would want to touch her anyway.

As he walked around the car, she shimmied down her shorts from under the dress and flung them into the back seat, then took place in the passenger seat.

He sat down. "Oh?" His hand reached out between her legs. "Dress up, baby. Spread your legs."

His tone weakened her knees.

With a dry mouth and hot cheeks she obeyed him, pulling her dress up and spreading her legs. His fingers reached for her and slid over her panties. He could feel the hot and damp fabric. "Oh baby... so wet already..."

She whimpered. His body leaned in and he kissed her neck while his fingers pulled her panties aside. She yelped a little, eyes darting out of the car. But it was night, nobody watched. His fingertips rubbed over her clit, causing whimpers and moans. She arched her back in the seat and lifted her hips.

All her arousal pooled together and she whimpered through the pleasure. She felt alive and wide awake, blood rushing through her body. Despair clung to her core as she felt herself throbbing against his touch. Her fists pressed into the seat next to her thighs and her ears rang with desire.

It didn't take long. Her pussy was starved for his attention. Skillfully, he rubbed over her clit for another minute before she shook and came on his fingers. "Yes... just like that... cum for me..."

Her eyes rolled back and she let out a long moan, staggered breaths followed after. He kissed her sweetly and retreated his hand. "Good girl," his eyes were already focused on the parking lot again. Nonchalant. Casual. She bit her lip and straightened her panties.

One last look at her with a naughty smile and he licked her juice off his fingers, then started the car and maneuvered them on the road. "You taste so good, babygirl... I'm going to eat you first thing when we get home." He promised.

She shuddered in response. The praise hit her core, melting another part of her brain. His desire fueled her. She squirmed in the seat.

"Want to make me feel good until then...?" He teased.

Her eyes wandered from his handsome face to his crotch and she bit her lip. "Mhmm yes." Oh, they had talked about it.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other on his pants, he opened his jeans and free his cock. Her hands reached over to his seat and palmed him. The first moan slipped out of his mouth.

With excitement and eagerness she started stroking him, moving her small hand up and down, feeling the soft, hot skin from his hardness. "God... I missed this..." she whispered. She missed the way his cock felt in her hand, the way her fingers slid up and down, how hard and swollen he got for her.

He leaned back in his seat, giving her more room, while he concentrated on the road. It was an hour long drive home. His breath came in hard as she stroked him, he could feel himself twitch against her hand every few seconds. He needed her.

"Come here, babygirl..." he murmured, angling his arm to invite her.

She adjusted her seatbelt before leaning over the middle and lowering her head into his lap. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and ran her tongue over it.

He moaned deeply, gripping the wheel a little stronger. "God, baby... fuck..."

With a smile on her lips she lowered her head more, taking him deeper inside her warm mouth. Then she started little motions, sucking his cock while her hand held him angled towards her lips.

His moans grew and she played around, sucking faster, then slower, licking over the head and up and down his shaft. One hand gently settled on her back, caressing her, then holding her hair out of her face.

She loved his noises, his strong breathing and little moans. Her tongue played with him and she enjoyed the feeling of his cock. The little pulse, the heat, his taste. The soft skin against her soft tongue.

Minutes passed, she shifted in her seat when the position became too much for her neck. Took a little break, jerking him, then diving back. Her lips wrapped tightly around him and she sucked and licked, making him moan and grunt. His hand wandered down her back to her ass, gently fondling her as far as he could reach.

Fifteen minutes, twenty, thirty, she spent taking care of him. Until her body couldn't hold her anymore in this position. It had been a long travel day after all. Classes all day, ride to the airport, waiting, flying, now working head.

But she didn't let go of him when she settled back in her seat. Her left hand jerked his cock slowly, pushing up and down while they chatted or just enjoyed the quiet. Her arousal flooded her again, weak knees, wobbly feet, chest heaving with deep breaths. Her mouth went dry and she eyed him. Her attraction him jolted through her body and bundled in her center, causing her clit to throb against the damp material of her underwear once more. She suppressed a little squeak.

Her hand worked his cock and she felt ridiculous for how her body pulled towards him. Every look, every flick of his tongue, every sound of his voice, every quirk of his brow, every touch of his hand set her on fire. And she almost felt silly for it. If she didn't know he felt the same. But her raspy breaths, soft touches, her body, her looks, every movement of hers made him internally groan. It took him a lot of concentration to keep driving through her touches.

But it was so hot. Her hand, her mouth, while they drove through the night. It made him feel like a god, the way she trusted him to get them home safe while she worshipped his cock. She gave him so much pleasure and fulfilled his fantasies. And he knew he would give her everything back and more as soon as they would cross the threshold of his door.

Only when they were a few minutes away from home, he stopped her and stuffed his cock back into his pants. No cumming. He needed to be inside her first.

Her panties were soaked when she crawled out of the car, the cool air of the basement garage making her more aware of it. Her blood pumped through her and throbbed in her pussy, making her cheeks and ears burn hot. She was hazy from the lust. Needs. Desperate. That one orgasm wasn't enough. She needed him inside her, eating her, fingering her, fucking her. Making her lose her mind with pleasure and orgasms until she couldn't remember her own name. On shaky legs she walked aside and waited for him.

He parked then took her luggage and her, pulling her into the elevator up to his place. As soon as the doors closed he was on her, one hand tight behind her neck and the other pushing up her little dress.

"Nooo... not here...!" She squirmed under his touch and tried to close her legs. But his hand pressed against her wet panties and he gave her a stern look.

"Yes, here..." He kissed her hard, then let his hand slide down from her neck to pull her dress slightly away from her chest. He peeked inside and licked his lips as he saw her hard nippled standing against the material.

"Babe!" She protested, squirming out of his grip. She saw them in the mirror, her flushed face and the hunger on his.

The elevator binged and he let her go, walking backwards out the door. He opened his apartment and carried her stuff inside, took his shoes off, she shrugged off her jacket and slipped out her sneakers.

The jacket barely hang on the rack when his hands grasped her waist, pulling her towards the bedroom. She giggled and slid her hands up his arms and shoulders, playing with the collar of his shirt. He kissed her hungrily, then pushed her backwards on the bed. He waited for this all damn day.