Contrary to popular belief, it didn’t get easier with time.
Her jaws locked, her face heated up but he still kept on pumping. His hips were going up and down, his head kept bumping into the back of her throat and it was all she could do not to jerk back. She’d never been prone to throwing up and it was a damn good thing too. Between that and his hands heavy on her head, she was seriously considering giving up.
But finally, the moment arrived. He stopped thrusting, jerked up one last time and emptied himself into her mouth. A loud roar rang throughout the car but she ignored it, too caught up in trying to swallow it all.
Damn man could have at least warned her! Wasn’t that what polite men did? She was pretty sure she’d read it in Cosmo or something.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands letting go of her hair as he slumped backwards. “That was good.”
Chloe licked her lips then frowned when she tried to sit up. Her back ached, her legs had cramped up. Everything was peachy! Doing her best to ignore him as she smoothed her clothes, she sat up and looked outside. The world had kept on going without them. No one was staring at the car as if they’d been noticed. People walked by or entered Starbucks as if everything was normal.
Except it wasn’t. And it never would be again.
She’d given her boss a blowjob.
She finally looked at him from the corner of her eyes and noticed he hadn’t moved. He looked drained, as if he’d run a marathon instead of having received some loving.
Shaking her head, she beeped the door open and slid out. Walking around the car, she opened his door and said, “Scoot. I’ll drive.”
“Uh?” He looked up, his eyes unfocused.
“Scoot to the passenger seat. I’ll drive you home.”
“Oh. ‘kay.” He did as asked and barely managed to snap his seatbelt closed. She forced herself not to comment and instead focused on the road. She wouldn’t think of earlier. Nuhuh. “Thanks, C.”
Damn it, James! “You’re welcome,” she replied, unsure of what etiquette dictated on such an occasion. I’m glad I sucked you off?
“I feel much better.”
“I’m glad,” she snapped back.
He was silent for a little while but she could feel his eyes on her. “You look a little tense. Did I hurt you? I was a bit out of it at the end, I think.”
You think?? “Nope.”
“You don’t sound okay.”
“I already said yes, James!” she snapped once more.
“You never talk to me like this, baby. You’re not fine. Is it because of what happened? Because you’d said yes and I really couldn’t wait any longer. And, you know, you were the one who suggested going down on me—”
She cut him off, “I know! Now can we please stop talking about it? I’m trying to drive here!”
“Uh, okay. Let’s discuss it as soon as we’re home then.”
“Ahhhh!” she finally exploded. Veering to the right, she slowed to a stop and nearly upended a pole. Her turn to hold onto the steering wheel with clenched hands.
“I told you you weren’t fine.” She closed her eyes but no, he kept on talking. “Why did you tell me yes if you didn’t want to go through with it? I would never have touched you otherwise!”