A Castle of Opportunity - FREE

Chapter 9

When we reached the car, Theo opened the door for me to climb in. He got in the other side and slid his hair out of the band holding it, and started the engine.

I was out of breath from the kissing and the brisk walking. I was still so turned on. I wanted to crawl in the back seat, get naked, and see what he would do. But the parking lot was well lit and people stood outside the restaurant smoking. Public s*x kind of turned me on, but I didn’t feel it was appropriate. Plus, I wanted no inhibition, no holding back, and he makes me scream. I thought with the teasing that just went on, the next time we have each other it’s going to be even more intense.

We drove the back ways, the same way we came. It was dark and there were fields all around. The moon in the sky was bright though, and illuminated everything just right. Every once in awhile, Theo would look over at me and his eyes would still be emitting light. With him drinking plus being turned on, I wondered how long they’d stay like that. They turned me on too, so I didn’t mind.

While staring at the moon, I felt a hand on my knee. I looked down and relished in the feeling of his cool hand on my skin. He started rubbing my leg up and down, seemingly focused on the road. I watched the way the moon casted shadows on the curves of his face, his hair effortlessly shaping his face into perfection. His hand was starting to move my dress up millimeter by millimeter every time his hand traveled back up, until it was up enough to see my underwear. He started to only rub the upper part of my thigh. I stopped watching him drive, and started watching his fingers trail against my skin, giving me goosebumps. I leaned back against the seat, feeling the wetness grow in my panties. He felt so close yet so far. The edge of his hand would reach the edge underwear on my thigh, and he would squeeze a little. I refrained from moaning until he stuck his pinky finger out on the way up and brushed against my p***y. He would do that every few passes up my leg, just teasing me. I felt like closing my eyes, anticipating the next time he would touch me there, and soon enough, he stayed. His thumb and other fingers gripped my thigh lightly while his pinky finger moved up and down the front of my underwear, ever so lightly. I let out quiet little gasps and he started to look over every once in a while instead of staring straight forward. He had a smirk on his face. I scooted over against the middle console, getting closer to his touch. He let go of my thigh and put this whole hand between my legs sideways, rubbing the edge of his hand against me, he increased the pressure. I slipped my arm under his and gripped his bicep. He seemed to like this because he started moving his hand in small circles. I reached down with my other hand and pulled my panties to the side, something I felt really bold about. What if he just wanted to tease me? He was about to get me off anyways. I watched him bite his lip as he flattened his hand against me.

“You are soaked..” he said, as he started back up the circles. I was moaning now, opening my legs wider. I wanted him to pull over.

He put a finger in and I gasped, closing my eyes and leaning my head against the seat. He started to slide his finger in and out, making his own quiet noises and mumbles.

“c*m for me, baby girl. I want to feel you tighten on my finger.” That’s all I needed. I let out a moan that got louder the longer it went. I continued to moan loudly. I felt my muscles contract on his finger, making him moan too. I squirmed in my seat as he continued to move his finger back and forth inside of me, not leaving until I was done yelling out.

When my breathing started to slow, he very slowly pulled his finger out of me. He stuck the tip of his finger in his mouth and sucked me off of him. He did this quickly and looked down at me, I had closed my legs but I felt like a sticky mess. I reached to get my bag. He put a hand on my arm and stopped me, “Stay wet.” He always went from so polite and gentlemanly to so dirty when he was turned on. I sat back in my seat. When I looked over at him, he was trying to adjust himself in his pants. They were obviously too tight for what was happening to him.

“It doesn’t fit in there, just take it out.” I told him. He looked at me curiously, I had caught him off guard. “You do It.”, he smirked. He put both hands on the top of the wheel and passed a few glances at me while I got on my knees, turned sideways, leaned over, and started to unbutton his pants. They were really tight against his b***r and it was a struggle to get them unzipped. It popped out of the crease, still held in by his underwear. I found the hole, moved it on top of his d**k and grasped it, pulling it out. As soon as I made contact he moaned under his breath. I Held him in my hand. “You do not have to do anything with it, babe. You were right, it did not fit.” He looked at me. I did want to do something with it, I just hadn’t before. I decided not to look at him and just follow what my body wanted. I wanted to get him off the same way he had just done me. I started to trace my finger up and down the shaft, adding another finger until I was grasping it again. I stroked it gently up and down, adding my other hand. I knew I had to get it wet, so I leaned forward and licked it, leaving a glob of spit on the side. He groaned. I used my hands to massage it around and started stroking again. I put one of my feet back on the floor for balance and licked it again. He moved his hand from the steering wheel to the back of his headrest, giving me more room. Everytime my head went back down, he would breath heavier. I knew what he wanted, and I was willing to try. His noises were turning me on and I wanted them to get louder. I licked the tip before putting my lips around it. I heard him suck in his breath, I started slowly pushing my head down, fitting half in my mouth. He released his breath with a long moan. I lifted back up and went slowly back down again, putting as much as I possibly could in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, he moaned out, “Oh fuck.”. I started going faster, with one hand at the base. He took his arm down and put it in my hair, starting to guide me to a rhythm. “f**k, Brenna, oh fuck.” He hit the back of my throat again, which made me gag. “Goddamn, Brenna, fuck.” I was soaking wet again listening to how much I was pleasing him. I felt the car turn and I feared we were home and I wouldn’t make him orgasm. I started going a bit faster, twisting my hand around the bottom. He put the car in park and and started lifting his hips to meet my face. Him f*****g my face made me moan, which apparently he could feel because it made him groan.

“f**k, Brenna, baby, lift up, ..fuck, we’re not going home until I get to be inside you.” I lifted my head up until just the tip was in my mouth and made eye contact with him. I felt warm liquid start to fill my mouth. He jerked and grabbed the side of my face, closing his eyes.

I licked the tip when he was done and sat up. We weren’t home, we had pulled over onto a service road. He must’ve seen my confusion, “I pulled over so I could f**k you, but then I saw your face, with your lips still wrapped around my c**k, and I couldn’t stop, but I’m not done with you yet, come here.” He slid the seat back and propped the steering wheel up. He pulled his d**k out of his waistband and watched me climb over to him. I straddled him and started to pull my panties to the side. He rubbed the tip up and down me before finding the hole, grabbing my hip and pulling me down on top of him. I gasped at the sudden fullness. He looked me up and down slowly before grabbing my hips and lifting me back up, and down slower this time. I moaned and started unbuttoning his shirt. He kept guiding me up and down, faster and faster, before I started grinding and yelling out. He moved his hips to meet me and watched my face, making a lot of eye contact. I had came twice, grasping his shoulders, nails digging in. Everytime, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. When my legs started to get tired and I was slowing down, he leaned the seat all the way back so that he was mostly laying down. I got my feet on the seat so that I was squatting. His muscles were tense and sweaty, he helped guide me all the way up and back down, so he could watch himself go in and out. All the way to the tip, and all the way back down. His mouth was open and he looked in awe and ecstasy. When I reached down and started touching my c**t in rhythm with his slow game, I felt him start to twitch beneath me. “f**k, baby.” And he squeezed my thighs tight, orgasming for the second time.