Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

each carried a bag of groceries back to my car, which was parked near the back of the lot.
    “You’re absolutely cruel,” I told him as we put the bags in the back seat, and he laughed again. We got in, but before I could start the car, he took my keys from me. “What are you doing?” I asked.
    He leaned over and put his lips against my ear. One of his slender hands went to the buttons on my jeans. “I’m making up for being cruel,” he whispered, and I felt his tongue move over my ear.
    I had been partially erect for most of our time in the store, and that was all it took to get my full attention. Still, we were in a parking lot. At the grocery store. “We can’t do it here,” I said in a hoarse whisper, and his laughter was soft in my ear. He had my pants undone already, and his hand slid inside of them, caressing me. After the torment in the store, it felt unbelievably good, and my breath caught in my throat. But I was still worried about being seen. He pulled my briefs out of the way, exposing my erection. His soft fingers slid over the end, where wet beads were forming.
    “Honey,” he said softly, “you’re always so uptight. Just this once, try to relax .” And then, before I could answer, he put his head in my lap, sucking me deep into his warm mouth.
    The world seemed to spin. I was torn between the pleasure of what he was doing to me, and the anxiety of being caught. I glanced around the parking lot. There wasn’t anybody too close to us, and the people I could see weren’t looking our direction. But what if the people parked next to us were the next ones out of the store? And then—then he did something with his tongue, and I was no longer capable of caring. I could not possibly stop him now.
    I had a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. I closed my eyes, and I thought about the smell of strawberries. And the image of whipped cream on his dark skin. And the feel of having his thin body underneath mine. All of the desire I had felt for him as I followed him through the store, I quit fighting it. I let it fill me and reveled in the release he was giving me. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, and he sped up, moving his head up and down on my shaft. I could tell by his soft moans that he was almost as turned on as I was, and that made it more intense. Nothing turned me on as much as hearing him get off. I wished
    I could somehow do something for him, but in the tight space of my front seat, it would have required a level of flexibility I definitely wasn’t capable of. He had one arm around my waist, and his fingers were digging into my back in a way that was almost painful. He was using his other hand to hold my pants out of his way. I pushed it away so that I could hold them myself, freeing him to use that hand in other ways. He immediately used it unbutton his own pants enough that he could slide it inside. He wasn’t quite stroking himself, but he ground against his own hand as he sucked me, and his moans got louder.
    I was so close already, and part of me was still worried enough about being caught to want it to happen quickly. But mostly I just wanted to keep feeling his warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my length. Mostly I just wanted to keep hearing the frantic sounds he made as my own breathing sped up. In the end, of course, I had no real control over it anyway. I felt myself peaking. I hung on tight to the steering wheel with my free hand so I wouldn’t be tempted to push his head down when it happened. His soft lips moved over my head again, and that was all it took. I came hard, felt his fingers digging into my back as I did, and knew by the guttural sound he made around my cock that he was climaxing too.
    I opened my eyes, still breathing hard. There was one person walking past the front of my car, looking at me suspiciously. It was a woman, probably in her sixties, wearing a muumuu and flip-flops, with curlers in her hair. I put one hand on Cole’s head to keep him from sitting up right at that moment, and I waved with my other hand, grinning like an idiot. Her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly turned away, shuffling to her car in the next row.
    And then, before I could help myself, I burst out laughing. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Not just the blowjob, although that was part of it too, of course. But all of it—it was so liberating: being with him, trusting him, and letting myself relax. And laughing. The laughter felt almost as good as the sex. He was right. I