Invisible Strings

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"No, you don't." I said with a laugh. "Then again, Layla and Ryan are too. I was the only one in the forend group that wasn't getting it on every chance I got."

"Oh baby, I plan on changing that. May even give Chase and Amanda a run for their money." He lifted out connected hands to his lips again. This time, instead of placing a kiss on my knuckles, he let the tip of his tongue trail over my skin, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Add to that the effect his words had on me and I was ready to tell him to pull the truck over so I could ride him right here and now.

I was just before giving into the urge of telling him to pull over when he lowered my hand and squeezed it tightly. "And what else did Amanda have to say?"

"Well, I said something to her about you and I not being together and she said that we were. Said that you and I were just as much together as her and Chase minus the wedding rings and marriage license." I said, not sure if I wanted to tell him that she was always manifesting that Brantley and I would be married one day too.

"She was right."

"Well, I know that now. But at the time, when she and I were talking, I didn't know exactly where you and I stood."

"Well, not to toot my own horn or anything but I think I successfully shut down any doubt you had about where you and I stand."

"You did." I said with a giggle.

"And since I made myself clear, I guess that only leaves one question..." said Brantley, causing me to look over at him curiously. When I did, he was looking directly at me.

"What's that, B?"

"Are you staying over tonight or amI taking you home after keeping my promise to have you screaming?"

"Will I even be able to walk?"

"Not if I can help it."

There was a cockiness in his tone, one that spoke of how confident he was that he could keep that promise. And if the soreness I already felt between my legs was any indication of how capable he was of leaving me unable to walk straight, I was in for one hell of a night. The fact that I was going to be walking funny the next day was fine by me. But I wanted to make sure that I gave him just a little bit of the same treatment. If I was going to walk funny, he wasn't going to be able to ever sit in the seat of this truck again and not think about what I was about to do.

With a boldness that I only felt when I was around Brantley, I flipped up the center console and unfastened my seatbelt. I shifted so that I was leaning across the seat.

"What are you doing babe?"

"You'll see."

I didn't wait for him to say another word before I quickly found the zipper of his slacks. The zipper sounded loudly in the quiet cabin of the truck. But maybe it was just me that thought it was loud. Once the zipper was down, I slipped my hand inside the opening and pulled his cock from his boxers and slacks. I was elated to see that he was already semi-erect. But I knew what to do to make it grow to its full length.

I licked my lips as I looked up at him, his eyes looking wildly between me and the road. I was still looking up at him as I wrapped my lips around his cock, taking him deep into my mouth; so deep that he touched the back of my throat, making me gag.

Anytime I had done down that far on Alex, I had immediately pulled back. But with Brantley, I wanted to have all of him fill me. I didn't care if he cut off my wind supply. I didn't care that I would most likely have a sore throat from the way the wide crown of his cock stretched my throat muscles. All that mattered was the fact that I was giving him some of the pleasure that he had given me.

When I pulled back closer to the crown, one of Brantley's hands fisted in my hair at the same time as his hips bucked upwards.

"Oh fuck, Lanney." he said, my name a moan on his lips when I let the tip of my tongue glide over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock. I then swirled my tongue around the tip letting the very tip of my tongue press against the slit at the end of his cock. I was rewarded with the tiniest taste of his juices, the flavor exploding on my tongue and making me desperate to have more of him, to have him ejaculating down my throat.

I began to bob my head faster, taking him further into my mouth before sliding back up to the tip. I hollowed my cheeks out as I sank back down. The sounds of Brantley's breathing and the throbbing of his engorged cock told me that he was close, that he was loving what I was doing to him. And it made me want to give him even more.

On the next upwards glide, I let my teeth just barely scrape over his length. The hiss that came from Bantley was heedy and it spurred me on.

Then I began to bob my head faster. Within moments, Brantley's hands were tangled tightly in my hair and he was growling deeping as his hips thrusted upwards. Then, his seed was benign emptied into my mouth, filling it so full that I had to swallow multiple times to make sure I had every drop.

When I was sure that I had sucked every last drop of his salty-sweet seed from his cock, I sat up and back into the passenger seat, using the pad of my thumb to wipe the spit that had come from my mouth as I'd sucked him off.

"Fuck, baby." he said, panting. "I asked if you wanted to stay the night. Well now, I'm not giving you the choice. Call your parents. Tell them you won't be home. Because baby, as soon as I put this truck in park, I'm going to fuck you seven ways from sunday and then some."