Ch. 2 - Road Head & Raising Stakes

Inside, the air smelled faintly of leather and cologne. Familiar. Masculine.

Nate settled into the driver's seat. One hand on the wheel, the other loose on his thigh.

Rachel sank into the passenger seat. Her jeans stretched tight across her thighs -- the denim warm now from the teasing in the brewery.

They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. Not awkward. Just charged.

They both knew the car had a stereo, but neither reached for it.

The low hum of sexual tension filled the space louder than any song could have.

Rachel rested her hand in her lap, fingers flexing without thinking. The buzz from the brewery hadn't faded. Neither had the warmth from Nate's hand on her thigh.

She glanced at him. He looked calm. One hand firm on the wheel. Focused on the road. Like he wasn't even thinking about what came next.

"What's going through your head right now?" she asked, voice low.

He smiled, eyes still on the road. "Just wondering why you wanted to ride home with a stranger."

"I think we passed 'stranger' when I made you hard and you made me wet at the brewery." She smirked. "And besides... Dave is behind us. It's not like you're going to kidnap me or anything."

She let the next line hang just long enough.

"Maybe you're the one who should be concerned."

Nate chuckled softly, but his voice betrayed just a hint of nerves. "You... uh... noticed that, eh?"

Rachel didn't answer right away.

She just traced a finger slowly along the bulge beneath his jeans. "This guy is... kind of obvious."

She smiled, fingers tracing higher. "And also the main reason I wanted to be in this car. A little pregame... if you will."

She let her touch linger, pressing a little firmer against him.

"But that's your call, Mr. Nate. Do you want this to be a boring ride home... or something else?"

Nate's breath caught. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel.

"Something else," he said quietly. "Definitely something else."

Rachel grinned. That was all the confirmation she needed.

Her hand stroked him slowly through his jeans. Then a little firmer. Feeling him grow under her touch.

"Something else it is, then. So glad we're on the same page."

She unfastened his belt. Unzipped his jeans. Reached in.

His cock sprang free into her hand -- thick, heavy.

The perfect combination of soft skin over hard flesh.

She smiled.

"Oh... this'll do just fine."

Then she leaned down.

Took him into her mouth.

His groan filled the car. Deep. Strained. His knuckles whitened around the wheel.

Her lips wrapped around the head. Tongue curling underneath. She sucked deliberate and slow. Letting him feel every inch as she worked him deeper.

Her hand stroked the base. Spit slicked the rhythm.

She moaned around him. Soft. Wet. Appreciative.

Nate grunted. "Jesus--"

She took him deeper. Gagged once. Recovered. Took more.

It felt like wave after wave of relentless warmth.

She pulled back for just a moment, lips shiny, breath warm against his skin.

"Seems like someone's getting close."

She gave the head a slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue. Just once. Enough to keep him hovering on the edge.

Nate swallowed hard, breath shaky.

"I was trying to hold back."

Rachel smiled. "Oh?" Her tongue traced a lazy circle again. "Was?"

"Yeah. Past tense. Now I'm just enjoying that mouth... and hoping I don't crash."

Rachel didn't give him time to reconsider. She leaned back in without waiting.

The next minute blurred into slurping, gagging, licking, and confident strokes. He twitched in her mouth. His hips lifted without permission.

"I'm gonna come."

Half exclamation. Half desperate warning.

She didn't stop. No hesitation. She buried herself down on him, taking what she could -- not porno deepthroat, but enough to make him feel engulfed.

She felt the pulses first in her lips. Then came the heat. Three big bursts, each filling her mouth, heavy and thick.

That feeling -- knowing she'd pulled it from him -- was power.

She didn't swallow right away.

Instead, she cupped her tongue, letting it pool. Stuck it out to show him. Gulped it down like the last lick of an ice cream cone.

Nate tried for words.

But the look on her face scrambled his brain.

Rachel wasn't done.

She leaned back down. Started sucking again. His now-softening cock twitched helplessly.

The sound he made was almost inhuman. Desperate. Strangled.

She knew he was too sensitive.

One last swirling lick around the head. Then a gentle pat.

"Okay," she said, half dismissive. "I'm done with that for now."

She buckled her seatbelt.

Nate just stared. Stunned. Spent.

Rachel smiled like she'd only just warmed up.

It was a short drive and probably only a minute or two passed before they were at the house.

Perfect timing, she said to herself, almost as if she wasn't the one who controlled it anyway.