So good, in fact, that she suddenly got an idea.
Zoe glanced at her phone. 10:04 p.m. She had about fifteen minutes until they got to her house. Challenge accepted. She quickly undid her seatbelt – his truck’s so old it doesn’t have seat belt detection to protest – and moved his hand off her thigh.
Sam glanced over, curiously. “Whatcha up to?”
“Nothing.”
She pulled her legs up underneath her, kneeled on the bench seat and leaned over, back arched. She could feel Sam’s eyes on her and she smiled at the thought of him trying to focus on the road. She was suddenly really glad she wore leggings instead of sweats. Zoe ducked under her boyfriend’s arm and started palming him through his jeans.
“Uh, Zo?” Sam sounded nervous. “Probably not a good idea…”
She tugged his zipper down.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” excitement was creeping into his voice and she grinned. “What if I crash?”
She tugged his jeans down a little more, and then pulled out his dick – which was getting hard fast. She flattened her tongue against the side in one long, slow lick. “Don’t crash.”
Sam cussed and she wasted no time wrapping her warm, wet mouth around his shaft. She quickly found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his cock. She sucked hard and drooled and moaned like a porn star, pulling off for seconds at a time, just to replace her mouth with a spit-slickened palm. And then she’d get right back to it. Moaning with a mouthful of hard cock, taking him as deep as she could go.
She forced herself to relax, to fit every inch she could down her tight throat. She could feel the familiar stretch and tears pricked her eyes. Everything was quiet except for the lewd sounds of her sucking and gagging.
Sam was white-knuckling the steering wheel and from her view below, Zoe could see his throat working and his breathing get heavier. She caught his eye for the briefest of seconds and so she gazed up at him, all innocent.
Well, except for the spit covered dick which rested on her face – exactly the way Sam thought was really hot. His cock touched all the way from her chin to her eyebrow.
“I love sucking your cock,” she murmured, soft lips pressing and slipping against the hard lines of his dick. She let bubbles of spit dribble out from between her lips and massaged it into the base of his dick, leaving soft, little kisses along his shaft. She took him back in her mouth and guided his dick so it bulged out of her cheek.
Sam groaned loudly and placed a hand on the back of her head.
Encouraged, Zoe threw dignity aside and went back to deepthroating him with newfound enthusiasm. She couldn’t believe she ever used to think guys liked pretty blowjobs. All dainty kisses and sweet, shy licks.
The first time Sam fucked her throat, she never expected it. Like, yeah, he was a horny guy, but she really thought the sloppy, degrading, kind of blowjobs you see in porn was just that – strictly for the Hub.
Zoe thought about that hookup – when they were watching a movie in Sam’s basement and she got bored, so she got on her knees. He must’ve been really horny because as she gently licked along his cock and looked up at him through her lashes, his hips suddenly bucked wildly, hands gripping the edge of the couch. He shoved his dick past her lips and down her throat, and she whimpered in surprise, before pulling off with a cough.
He’d apologized right away, hips stuttering, but she could tell he’d really wanted it. And…she really liked how he was looking at her, all desperate. It was insanely hot. Plus, she was curious now. How deep could she take it if she tried?
So, Zoe had grabbed his hips and took it as Sam fucked her mouth. Her theory on him being horny must have been correct because she only had a few short minutes bouncing her head on his dick before he pulled out and spilled his cum across her face. An hour later, she was in bed at home. Her throat was sore but in a good way. She could feel the weight of him against her lips.
Zoe shifted around the truck, propping herself up on her elbows to get more leverage. She knew she probably looked like a slut. Ass in the air, mouth full of cock. She could even feel herself getting wet. But she really didn’t care how slutty she looked. In fact, she really loved being a slut where her boyfriend was concerned.
Zoe deepthroated him. Tears leaked out of her eyes and her plush lips stretched to take his girth. She gagged and choked and spluttered all over his cock. Embarrassing, obscene sounds fell from her mouth, muffled by heavy cock.
Sam moaned profanities and strings of encouragement – “fuck”, “god, you’re hot”, “that feels so good” – and his fingers tangled in her hair, tugging hard. He kept one hand on the wheel, jaw hard, and moved the other from her head to her ass. He groped and grabbed and teased the damp fabric between her thighs.
“Fuck. I’m coming.”
Zoe sucked even harder, laving her tongue up and down his dick. He throbbed and she worked her mouth, milking every drop. There was so much cum, she couldn’t swallow it all right away. Some of the thick cream leaked from her lips and dripped down Sam’s spent dick. She eagerly lapped it up.
Zoe sat up and composed herself. She laughed when she discovered that they were still in Sam’s neighborhood – he’d been driving in a big circle. She kissed him.
Sam tosses his backpack and soccer bag in the cab.
“Jesus. It’s freezing.” He says. “Hop in and we can do something fun.”
Zoe silently makes her way to the passenger door and climbs in, as Sam starts the engine and lets the truck idle.
“Okay, wait,” she says. Shit. No going back now. “Um. I need to tell you something.”
His eyes go wide.
“Are you pregnant?”
Zoe balks. “No! Ohmygod, why does everyone think I’m pregnant?”
Sam relaxes, a smile tugging at his lips but uncertainty still lingering in his dark eyes. “What is it then? And why are you all the way over there?”
In one quick motion, he reaches across the bench, hooks his hand over her hip and hauls her closer, pressing against his side the way they normally sit when driving around in his truck. Not that they’ve done it for a while.
“It’s cold. Gotta conserve body heat, right?” He teases. When Zoe just nods, he tilts her head up to look at him. “Hey. What’s up?”
Like a band-aid.
“I had phone sex with Sam McCall.”
Sam doesn’t react at first, clearly processing what she just said.
“I’m really sorry,” Zoe offers, lamely. “I…I don’t know. I sent him nudes–on accident! Totally an accident. And I only had his number in the first place because Grant wanted me to text their mom after guard class and I thought it was you, Sam, not him, and–”
“Zoe.”
“Yeah?”
“I really don’t care,” Sam exhales. “Like. Okay, sorry. I know I should. That probably makes me sound like a dick. But…I don’t know. You didn’t actually fuck, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, then. Okay?”
“But…”
“But what?” Sam runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem all that different from porn or something, to me. It was an accident, you were horny, we haven’t seen each other in a long ass time…I don’t know, I kinda get it.”