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Jack parks the company issued car in a nondescript spot, glancing over his shoulder as two drunk Pandoran natives lurch out of the bar and set off the proximity alert. You follow his glance, worry touching your features when you notice that one of them happens to be quite large...and carrying an equally massive gun.
"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," you mumble, fear curbing your arousal despite the sexy man sitting next to you.
John (who prefers being called Jack) is new. NEW new. He's only been with Hyperion for a month, but he's already impressed most of the higher ups with his programming finesse. His only downfall is his ego, but despite that he's managed to impress you as well. Flirting, complimenting, and gently advancing until you'd agreed to a surprise date.
It'll be fun, he'd said. One for the records!
But so far it looked like the only record this date would land you on is the company morgue log.
"Relax punkin, this beauty can withstand the force of a moonshot," he says with a roguish wink, smacking the steering wheel and shifting to get a better look at you.
You shiver as his eyes graze hungrily over your form, which is explicitly flaunted by your tiny dress. He looks for all the world like a starved doberman who's just been presented with a ribeye.
"Y-yeah, you're right," you whisper in slight discomfort.
He senses your trepidation and lets his arm slide back down to his lap, giving you a friendlier smile and restarting the engine.
"Look, babe, if you wanna go back I'll take us, I really didn't mean to scare you," he offers with a nervous chuckle. "I uh...I know my idea of fun can be pretty extreme. Especially the skag chasing."
Eased by his respectfulness, you glance back over at him and consider. He IS right; these company cars are nearly indestructible. You could go back to his dorm apartment and have some fun...
But you've never given head in a car, or a public place.
And you've never given it to someone this hot.
All three of those at the same time WOULD make a truly memorable night, wouldn't it?
"No....no, I wanna stay," you respond with renewed confidence, shrugging off your jacket to give him the full view of your cleavage. He stares appreciatively, and you bite your lip as your eyes flick from his face to his bulge and back. Christ, he's an Adonis.
His mismatched eyes follow your glance and he gives you a filthy smirk, reaching out to caress your ear as your breathing quickens.
"Can I give you head?" you blurt without warning, triggering a genuine laugh. His attractive tenor voice fills the car as you wiggle around to face him; breasts brushing his arm as you readjust yourself.
"Only if I can eat you out," he purrs in response.
Suddenly insecure, you bite your lip and shrug, noncommittal. You'd just started your period this morning...just your fucking luck.
"Um...I'm on my period," you warn, but he doesn't balk or look grossed out like your last boyfriend. In fact, he looks excited.
"Hey, I like my meat rare," he replies, wiggling groomed brows as you blush at the clever humor.
"Sounds like a deal," you giggle, leaning forward to undo his pants.
Your heart is thudding in your chest and your pussy is slick with arousal. Ever since his first day, you've been sneaking furtive glances at his sizable bulge, fantasizing and desiring. He's most definitely caught you looking more than once.
You FINALLY get to see what he looks like. Is he long? Or is his main attraction girth? Maybe he's both? Is he cut or uncut? All of these questions race through your disorganized brain as you unzip him with a trembling hand, licking your lipstick covered lips and pushing two fingers into the slit of his briefs.
You can't help but moan as your fingers make contact with his hot, erect skin. Your fingertips graze over a veiny shaft and drastic coronal ridge, pulling away ever so slightly to lift the slit open.
He grunts as you pull him out, reaching down to caress your cheek as you stare. He's everything you'd hoped and more, thick and long, reaching most of the way up to his navel.
"Holy shit...I've never sucked a guy this big before," you breathe as he watches you through heavy lidded eyes. "Sorry in advance if I'm sub par..."
"Awww, don't sweat it kitten, I'm not gonna judge you. Besides, there'll be plenty more dates for you to sharpen your skills," he reassures with a gentle smile. "I mean....if you want more dates of course."
You nod and finally lower your head, resting a hand on his strong thigh and your other one on his soft abdomen. A droplet of precum glints enticingly up at you from the widely flared head, so you flick out your tongue to swipe it off. Jack bites his defined lip and jolts at the sudden contact with his sensitive tip.
"Fuck...I gotta admit, it's been too long since I've popped so don't be shocked if I blow in 30 seconds," he snorts as your soft lips close around the head.
You let your eyes slide closed as you taste him. His salt, warm skin, and faint tinge of musk. He's clean, and you can't thank him enough for that. Going down on a piss flavored cock isn't your idea of a good time.
A large hand comes down to rest on your head, but he doesn't push you. Instead he strokes, admiring your hair and jewelry as you work your mouth down further and circle a hand around his girthy shaft. He whimpers as your tongue swirls across the head, and your cunt responds by throbbing against your panties. You're sure he's getting some teeth alongside the tongue, but his small noises indicate that he must be enjoying it.
Suddenly, he jumps; the loud proximity alarm scaring both of you. You gag on him and he apologizes, breathing a sigh of relief as you glance around fearfully. You freeze when you see the Psycho standing right outside his door, pale hands and mask pressed against the window to get a better view.
"We got company," he chuckles, but you shrug and lean back down to continue the blowjob.
Not even a Psycho is going to ruin this for you.
"Mmmmm you kinky bitch," he murmurs as you increase your speed, brow furrowing in concentration. Saliva is dripping down his shaft as you suck and gag, cheeks hollowing every time you focus on the gorgeous glans. Your lipstick is everywhere now, staining the pale skin of his cock and only getting him more worked up.
"Spit on it," he breathes.
You pull off and let the spit dribble down your chin, working some up and obediently spitting it down onto the tip. He chokes out a groan, cheeks pink and eyes slitting. The Psycho outside the window is masturbating now, probably about to give the car a special new paintjob. You switch it up and start to jerk him off, reveling in the wet smack every time your fist hits the base.
"Oh, oh, punkin I'm close," he babbles quickly, reaching down to take over on the masturbation. You keep your lips clamped around the head, eager to swallow him no matter his taste.
Fuck, you'd still swallow if he jizzed battery acid.
He tenses and you feel him twitch, warmth flooding your tongue as he sobs out a broken groan and thunks his head back against the seat.
"Yeah, yeah, swallow me baby!" he whines in a higher pitch.
His adam's apple stands out in the neon glow of the bar signs, a faint sheen of sweat setting off his flawless tan skin. He bucks up into your mouth, finally going soft as you milk him for every last drop. You give the tip one last kiss before his masculine hands nudge you away. The Psycho outside finally cums, yelping repeatedly as he spills and slumps against the car window, scurrying away when Jack smacks the pane of glass.
"And you said you wouldn't be any good," Jack breathes as you sit back up.
"Sorry about the teeth," you apologize with a sheepish smile, just in case.
"Nah I like it, so long as you're not chewing on the tip like a candybar," he chuckles, working himself back inside and zipping up. "But I DO got a thing for biting," he adds with a mischievous grin.
You giggle in return and his clear eyes fix you with that hungry stare again, cocking a brow and grinning widely.
"Now...my turn," he growls, causing goosebumps to pop up all over your body.
He helps you maneuver into the back seat, broad shoulders filling your view as you pull the top of your dress down.
"A-fuckin-plus, kitten," he praises, leaning forward to latch his warm mouth over your left nipple.
"Jack!!" you exclaim breathlessly as he attacks you, squeezing and pinching you in all the right spots. At this rate, you're definitely gonna cum fast too.
Your date wastes no time, pulling your legs apart and reaching down to hook your panties on his pinkie finger. They're off and on the floor of the car in seconds, quickly followed by your tampon. You gaze up at him with wide eyes at he towers over you, a dark figure outlined by both the light of the moon and bar.
He's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
You gasp as he yanks your hips forward, leaning down and plunging into your wetness like a man dying of starvation. A slick tongue fucks you roughly while a strong nose stimulates your clit; this is a man who knows what the fuck he's doing.
You're wailing his name when he comes up for air, handsome face streaked red and dripping with your blood. He looks terrifying. But even more so, drop dead gorgeous.
Should you pinch yourself to make sure you aren't dreaming?
He's back at it before you get the chance, nestling his defined face into the cradle that your labia makes for him. He's licking, biting, sucking. It's so much stimulation all at once; you don't know how much longer you can last. And sure enough, you start to feel the telltale ebb of an orgasm deep in your abdomen.
"I'm cumming, Jack, oh six sirens I'm CUMMING," you squeak, reaching down to claw at his scalp as he only gets rougher.
He sends you flying into your ecstasy with a triumphant laugh, careful not to overstimulate your clit as you buck and wiggle down against him. He eagerly laps at the blood pushed out by the orgasm while you pant in relief, gently pulling at his hair until he finally withdraws. Your fluid and blood is all the way up past his eyebrows and halfway down his neck when you finally climb up into the front seat.
"I've never had a guy eat me on my period before," you whisper as he restarts the engine and grins slyly at you.
"Well, thanks for giving me my red wings. Now let's head back for some drinks that won't poison us."
"Welcome," you giggle as he tears out of the parking lot, cackling madly as a group of Psychos fire a rocket launcher at you. The bomb fills your vision with burning white light, but Jack's ECHO system successfully navigates you through the explosion.
As you outrun the pursuants and return to the loading vessel (after chasing a few skags; Jack couldn't help himself), you can't help but join in with his laughter. He cranks up the radio and you smile up at the moonbase, giddy with endorphins and residual arousal.
Jack has DEFINITELY earned another date.