The implication hung heavy. He wasn’t asking—he was telling.
Ann’s pulse quickened, but she didn’t argue. She had chosen this path, and she would see it through. She gave a knowing smile, her hand sliding across the gearshift before resting it on his thigh. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to his core.
She shifted closer, her body pressing against his, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ll get what you want,” she purred, her fingers pressing into his leg in a way that left no doubt about her meaning.
Her breath was warm against his skin, her words a siren’s call he couldn’t resist. Especially when she leaned closer, He could feel the heat of her skin even through the fabric of his pants.
For a brief moment, his eyes drifted down to her hand with its manicured nails, painted a deep red that matched her lipstick.
“Uhh…Ann,” he said as her hand began to slowly slide up his thigh.
“Uhh…Mat,” she mimicked. She didn’t stop moving. Her fingers continued along his leg, scraping it with the tips of her nails. Every inch they moved sent a tingle up his spine.
When her fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his pants, he inhaled sharply, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. Her fingers caressed their way up his leg again.
Matthew swallowed hard as her hand finally reached its destination. She squeezed him, applying just enough pressure to make his breath catch.
Then she worked to undo his belt buckle. The clinking sound of the metal echoed in his ears. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror and then to the vehicles on either side.
The elevated position of his SUV offered some protection from any prying eyes, but the risk remained.
Ann’s fingers worked his zipper down, the sound of each metal tooth sounded loud in the quiet interior of the SUV. A quiet moan escaped his lips as Ann’s hand slipped inside his pants.
“You know you like it,” she whispered, her lips close to his ear as she leaned across the center console.
He silently nodded. Her fingers traced the outline of his swollen shaft through his underwear. Matthew groaned softly as her touch became more purposeful and his hips shifted to press against her hand. The sensation of Ann’s fingers now slipping beneath the elastic band of his boxer briefs and pulling them down.
Matthew’s attention now fully captured by the sight of Ann leaning over the centre console, her braided hair fell forward as she lowered her face toward his lap. The first touch of her warm breath against his exposed skin made his body shudder.
He had thought she was only going to use her hand, but then her tongue made a long, slow lick from the base of his cock to the tip. He almost couldn’t believe she’d done it and glanced down to confirm. Ann looked up at him, grinning. She gave him another lick from tip to base and then back up.
Matthew swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that he’d been holding his breath. His eyes darted left and right and into the rearview mirror. Ann shifted awkwardly over the center console, adjusting into a position that gave her easier access to him in the confined space. Her mouth enveloped him completely, warm and wet, with her tongue swirling around his shaft.
He had to bite down hard on his lip to stifle a groan as Ann’s mouth began to move, driving him crazy with anticipation every time her lips slid up or down his cock. She hummed along as she sucked, sending vibrations that echoed through his bones and made his toes curl in his shoes.
Despite the glorious feel of Ann’s mouth, he shifted in his seat and tapped her on the back. “Someone might see,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
Ann responded by taking him deeper, her lips sliding down until he felt his tip against the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck!” Matthew’s hips jerked involuntarily and lifted slightly off the seat.
She flicked out her tongue and traced the underside of his shaft. He took in another sharp breath as she found the sensitive spot just below the head.
Before he had a chance to enjoy it, she shifted again. Matthew watched as she lifted and turned herself so that she was kneeling on her seat and leaning over the centre console with her ass in the air toward the passenger side window.
Her skirt had ridden up, and from his angle, he could just barely see the curve of her ass.
One of her hands disappeared between her thighs, and her shoulder began to move as she returned her mouth to his cock.
She wrapped her hand around his balls and massaged them as she sucked his cock. Savouring every salty drop of pre-cum that oozed into her mouth and trickled down the back of her throat. Her moaning, as loud as it was, was almost drowned out by the sounds coming from him too.
Matthew watched for several seconds, dividing his attention between the garage space and what she was doing. Ann’s motions became more enthusiastic, her head bobbing faster in his lap as her own excitement grew.
The scent of her began to fill the air and make his mouth water. She opened her mouth slightly and allowed the saliva pooled in her mouth to slide down his cock before loudly slurping it back up. The noise made him take another glance into the rearview mirror and to the sides.
He slid one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Ann’s head, applying gentle pressure and taking care not to mess up her hair.
He guided her further down onto his cock, drawing a muffled moan from her. The muscles in his thighs tensed up. “I’m close,” Matthew said, barely able to manage the breath to speak.
Ann didn’t slow down or pull away. If anything, her head moved faster, and the suction from her mouth became more intense.
At the same time, she was practically rocking on the seat as she frantically pleasured herself with her fingers buried deep inside her cunt.
Every thought and care in the universe focused down to that one spot where they were joined, her mouth to his cock.
For Matthew, all that mattered was the gallon of cum he was about to unload down her throat, as his teeth clenched down and he prepared to let loose, a particularly loud horn blast from somewhere nearby snapped them back to their surroundings.
Ann suddenly pulled away, leaving him throbbing on the edge with his wet cock standing tall and bobbing in the vents’ cool air.
Before he had a chance to fully process the loss of her warm mouth, she had moved from the centre console back to her seat, and her hands were under her skirt, grasping for the waistband of her panties.
He groaned as he saw her pull her black lace panties down her legs. Bracing one hand on the dashboard, Ann lifted herself partially over the centre console, straddling it.
Her skirt rode up, revealing the curve of her ass and a glimpse of her pussy, which was practically dripping wet. His cock twitched in anticipation, still rock hard and glistening with her saliva.
She climbed across the centre console and positioned herself in front of him. Ann straddled his lap with her back to his chest, facing the windshield, her dress riding up her thighs as he leaned to the right to see around her. The driver’s seat sank slightly under their combined weight.
Ann reached between for his cock and guided it toward her entrance, as she began to lower herself onto him. His hands moved to her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
The heat of her body was a momentary shock to his system after being covered in the icy air conditioner for the past few moments.
Matthew gasped as she took him inside her, inch by inch, her wet tightness spreading around him as she sank down. Her scent enveloped him, a mix of perfume and something undeniably feminine. For a moment, he forgot where they were and moved his hands to her hips.
The car seat creaked beneath them as she settled onto his cock. Her pussy fully engulfed him. For a moment, neither of them moved. They sat silently, breathing hard as they adjusted to the sensation. Ann leaned forward and put her hands on the dashboard around the steering wheel,l and began moving.
Matthew let out a heavy moan against her shoulder blade. “God, you feel so good.”
As if physically responding to his words, she began to rock on his lap. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through his body. He managed to keep his eyes on the garage space, but they kept going out of focus with each rise and fall of her hips.
Matthew reached around her and turned the air conditioning to maximum. The contrast between the cold air blasting on his face while being inside the boiling heat of her body added to the strange dual mental state he was experiencing.
Her movements became more pronounced as she began rising higher before sinking back down onto him. “Touch me,” she said breathlessly as she leaned back against his chest and braced her hands on the door and centre console. She rolled her hips in small circles, slipping and sliding around him, her movements urgent and unapologetic.
Matthew groaned, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he urged her closer. The confined space of the car only heightened the intensity.
“Tell me you’ll do it,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Tell me you’ll get rid of Esan.”
Matthew’s hands gripped her waist, his voice hoarse as he replied, “I’ll do it, Ann. Just… just don’t stop.”
She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. Matthew’s hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin as he urged her faster, his hips thrusting upward to meet her.
Matthew didn’t give it a moment of hesitation. While dividing his attention from the road, he moved his right hand from the wheel to her knee and slid it along her thigh under her skirt. His fingers glided up, feeling the increasing heat until he found her clit, swollen and slick with her juice. He circled it and gently touched it, knowing exactly the right amount of pressure she loved.
Her muscles clenched around him, and her breathing hitched as she let her head flop back onto his shoulder. Matthew wanted to kiss and lick her neck, but the angle and his need to watch the garage made it impossible. Instead, he kept strumming her clit.
“I wonder if anyone around us can tell what we’re doing,” she said through gasps. “The way the car is rocking……”
Her mention of other people sent a spike of anxiety through him. Matthew glanced in the rearview mirror and then at the empty vehicles on the sides. He thought of his wife and his three kids. What if Ann had set him up to blackmail him?
Gosh! Why didn’t he think of that since…..? Especially with the speed at which she had accepted his proposal.
Ann increased her pace once again, rising and falling on his cock with renewed urgency. The slapping sound of their bodies moving together echoed more loudly. He had to repeatedly adjust their position, sliding his hand from between her legs and up her body to her breast, cupping it through her blouse.
Her nipple was as hard as a diamond against his palm. Matthew gave it a gentle pinch, making her moan and squeeze him with her pussy muscles again. Finding the sensation amusing, he gave her nipples another pinch and received another squeeze in response.
The feel of her wet heat gripping him and the sound of her moans pushed him toward the edge.
The scent of sex mingled with her perfume, creating a dizzying combination that only heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. Ann leaned back against him again and tipped her head back while turning her head toward him.
Matthew took the opportunity to try to kiss her but could only manage an awkward meeting of the corners of their lips. Still, the touch made him throb inside of her. While Ann drove herself up and down on him harder.
The car rocked with their movements, the windows fogging up as their passion filled the confined space. Ann’s moans were now loud, uninhibited, her body trembling as she chased her release. “Harder,” she gasped, her hands held the dashboard tight. “Fuck me harder, Matthew.” He didn’t need to be told twice; his hands gripped her hips as he lifted her, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscene.
Ann’s climax hit her like a wave, her body convulsing as she cried out, her walls clenching around him. Her release only fueled his own, his hips snapping upward as he followed her over the edge, his groan muffled against her neck.
They collapsed against each other, breathless and dishevelled, the aftermath of their passion leaving them both trembling. Ann’s back rested against his, her chest heaving as she whispered, “Don’t forget what you promised.”
Matthew’s hands stroked her groped her breasts, his voice soft as he replied, “I won’t, Ann. I’ll talk to the director first thing tomorrow.”
She smiled, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “Good,” she murmured, sliding off him and adjusting her dress. “Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Ann adjusted her skirt, smoothed her hair, and stepped out into the quiet garage. The sky had grown darker, the first drops of rain dotting the pavement. She felt the faintest shiver as she closed the door, but it wasn’t from the weather. In her chest, triumph swelled.
She got into her own car immediately and zoomed off.
The next day, the memory of their encounter still lingered in Matthew’s mind as he dialled Ann’s number.
He had rehearsed what he wanted to say to Ann several times that morning, and each time he did, he realised how much trouble he had sunk himself into. He already had an idea of what her response would be like; what he didn’t know was how extreme it would get.
“Ann,” he began, his voice low, he continued quickly “I spoke to the director about Esan.” There was a pause on the other end, the silence heavy with anticipation.
“And?” she prompted, her voice sharp.
“He refused,” Matthew felt his stomach sinking as he heard the anger in her voice already. “The director said Esan’s performance has been satisfactory, and he doesn’t see any reason to let him go.”
Ann’s response was immediate, her fury palpable even through the phone line. “Satisfactory? That’s bullshit, Matthew! You were supposed to handle this!” Her voice rose, her frustration spilling over, her heart hammered in her chest, fury heating her skin. “I held up my end of the deal, and you couldn’t even get rid of one lousy employee?”
Written by Tito
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