Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Big Ben :; Blowing His Horn

He’ll teach her how to play, but can she handle the game?

When Jillian Welch learns that golf courses have become the new singles scene, she convinces her editor to let her research the phenomenon for her Dating Diva column -- never mentioning what she really wants to do is fan an old flame.

 There’s something wildly enchanting about the columnist who arrives at Ben Cannon’s golf resort. Ben’s felt this magnetic pull only once before, for a bespectacled brunette who was nothing like this platinum blonde from New York. Confident, poised...  and hitting on him like crazy– is she really interested in him, or merely seeking fodder for her Dating Diva column?

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 “We invited them into the situation, Willy.” Focusing his eyes on the road, Ben spoke to both the cell phone and the woman plastered against his side. “We have to finish what we start.”

Silent laughter jostled his side, Jillian’s breath hot against his ear as she began to nibble at his neck. Her lips made a slow journey over his cheek, chin, neck. Amazing how he could feel, but not hear, how careful she was not to make a sound or block his view of the road.

Her body sprawled between her seat and the center console. He felt her hands under his shirt, around his cock, but he couldn’t watch. And he liked to watch. This was worse than being blindfolded. It almost made him lose his concentration on the conversation. Almost.

Biting back a groan, he shifted again on the leather. He was buying a leather couch for the living room. Next time he’d enjoy this sensation properly. Now he had to conjure the images in his mind so he didn’t get them both killed.

The pressure on the head of his cock could only be her lips, kissing it. Soft, but not wet. Firm, but not hard. Her gentle fingers moved his cock towards his stomach, soft kisses trailing from tip to base while her other hand fondled his balls.

Pull over! screamed his logical mind, but another part of him wondered if this would work. If driving, the phone call would give him the edge he needed to get off. His spine tingled. From her touch, the idea. Ben ran a hand across her back, up and down, encouraging her on.

Finally she shared the hot wetness of her mouth with him. Her tongue made long licks. Slow, torturous licks. She shivered but she didn’t make a sound. Ben even managed to explain to Willy why they had to cooperate with the biologists.

Her tongue flicked and wiggled, rubbed back and forth teasing the ridge. Letting her play, he concentrated on the conversation, the road, anything but how she’d wrapped her lips around him, and took him inside the heat of her mouth. How her tongue worked magic, but only on the very tip. And he wanted more. Now.

He grabbed at her hair, the edges of her metal barrette cutting into his hand. Darting his gaze to the contraption, he figured out how to get it off and tossed it at the floorboards. Another silent laugh jostled against his body, this time intensified by his position inside her mouth.

Awareness of the situation heightened his arousal. He was having a conversation with Willy, cars were passing by a few feet away, and Jillian had his cock in her mouth.

“We need to be thorough.” Ben wrapped his hand around Jillian’s now-free hair and applied the slightest pressure to her neck. He wanted to urge her, but he couldn’t risk making her gag. Not when she was barely a foot away from his cell phone. “The situation may look taken care of on the surface, but it’s best to go deeper. Just to be sure. We can’t look too deeply into this. Best to make sure the thing’s done right.”

Now he was just being an idiot. If Willy weren’t so worked up about the biologists, he’d surely notice the babbling.

Jillian did. Her body rocked slightly as she started to work him with her mouth. She took more with each pass, but only a little more. Was she trying to draw this out? Drive him crazy so that when they made it home he’d plow right through her?

She added pressure and picked up the rhythm, more and more of him finding pleasure within her every time. Her tongue danced on the shaft as her mouth glided along. She sucked deeper and deeper until he could feel the back of her throat.

Her movement stilled, her mouth and throat contracting and releasing around his deeply planted cock. Jillian jolted back until just the head of his penis remained in her mouth. Wrapping her hand tightly around the base, she began again. Ben loosened his grip on her hair. He’d gotten lost, pushed too far.

“Ben, you still there?”

“Yeah. I must be going through a dead patch. Let them take the birds and another round of samples. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.”

“You sure? Because I don’t think—”

“I’m sure. Make them a copy of the tape. They’re there to document the incident completely.” Ben grit his teeth as Jillian worked him with a fevered pace. She knew he was ending the call, so she was trying to end him first. “I’ll make sure our name doesn’t end up in whatever journal they print it in.”

Ben rolled his neck and tried to focus on driving. Being this turned on was not a good idea on the open road. He set the cruise control and looked around, scanned for a place to pull over but saw nothing. Only a stretch of shoulderless highway he knew well enough to realize there was no place to stop until that first stoplight into Bandon. Just like there was no way to stop Jillian, even if he wanted to.

Is this what she wanted? To get him off while people could watch, could listen? She had no way of knowing he’d never been able to come when someone went down on him before. But he would this time. He was starting to get lightheaded, all of his blood wanted to be where the party was. And he felt his balls getting tight.

Her hand started to work in time with her mouth. A car passed close enough for Ben to feel the booming bass of the stereo. His cock throbbed at the thrill.

Jillian took deeper. Her lips slid, her tongue wiggled and her mouth pulled the orgasm from him. He exploded, the warmth heating further as he spilled himself inside her. She took more of him in as he throbbed and twitched within her, her tongue still dancing in the side of the shaft while he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He whispered her name, running his fingers through her hair, brushing the strands away from her face until he could almost make out her profile in his stolen glances. She swallowed him down, accepting him. Pulling the last of his need from him as her lips slid up his cock, over the tip, to end in a gentle kiss.


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