Chapter 4: Roadside Throating
The engine’s purr was a low vibration through the leather seat, syncopated with the rhythmic thump of tires on asphalt. Streetlights strobed through the windshield, painting Nicole’s profile in flashes of gold and shadow. Her jaw was tight, her knuckles pale on the steering wheel. The furious energy from the alley had condensed into a dense, silent intensity that filled the car.
Jenny watched her, the sticky dampness between her thighs a persistent, shameful thrill. She saw the pronounced bulge straining against Nicole’s zipper, the denim stretched taut over her hard, nano cock. It was a relentless presence, a piece of Nicole’s will made flesh. The sight of it, after feeling it so utterly possess her, sent a fresh, aching throb through her sore core.
Without a word, Jenny unclicked her seatbelt. The mechanism’s retraction was loud in the quiet car.
Nicole’s eyes flicked to her, then back to the road. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Jenny’s voice was husky. She slid across the smooth leather, the dress riding up her thighs. The center console was a minor obstacle. She wriggled over it, her body aching, until she was half-crouched in the passenger footwell, facing Nicole. The headlights of passing cars illuminated her determined face.
“Jenny, for fuck’s sake, I’m driving.”
“You can drive.” Jenny’s fingers found the button of Nicole’s jeans. Her hands were shaking, but her intent was steady. She popped the button, dragged the zipper down. The released tension was audible. Nicole hissed as her cock, thick and hot, sprang up against her abdomen, freed from the constricting denim.
The smell of them—sex, musk, the alley—rose between them. Jenny leaned forward, her breath ghosting over the slick head. She didn’t tease. She opened her mouth and took as much of the crown as she could, her lips stretching impossibly wide.
“Christ!” Nicole’s foot jerked on the gas before steadying. Her right hand left the wheel, tangling in Jenny’s wild black curls. Not to guide, just to hold on.
Jenny worked her mouth, using her tongue to probe the slit, tasting the sharp, clean essence of Nicole there. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, before pulling back with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to the glistening tip. “You taste like the alley,” she murmured, her eyes dark and upward. “You taste like you owned me against a wall.”
“I did own you,” Nicole growled, her hips shifting minutely in the seat, pushing her cock towards Jenny’s mouth.
Jenny took her again, deeper this time, forcing her jaw to open wider. She breathed hard through her nose, focusing on the weight on her tongue, the way the veins pulsed against her palate. She reached up with one hand to cradle Nicole’s heavy balls, rolling them gently. With her other, she pushed the dress strap off her own shoulder, exposing her breast. She pinched her nipple, the sharp pleasure mingling with the strain in her jaw.
Nicole watched, her breathing ragged, her eyes darting between the dark road and the obscene, beautiful sight in her lap. “You love this fucking thing, don’t you?” she muttered, her voice thick. “You love choking on it.”
Jenny pulled off, gasping for air, a line of spit dripping from her chin. “I love you,” she panted. “And this is you now. This gorgeous, hard fuck of a cock is part of you. I want to worship it.” She bent again, taking Nicole even deeper, until her nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but didn’t retreat. She swallowed convulsively around the intrusion, the muscles of her throat fluttering against the sensitive head.
Nicole moaned, a raw, unfiltered sound. Her hand tightened in Jenny’s hair. “That’s it. Take it all, you greedy slut. Swallow me down.”
Jenny fucked her own face on Nicole’s shaft, setting a rhythm made clumsy by the car’s motion and her own desperate need. Drool slicked her chin and neck. The world narrowed to the stretch of her lips, the taste of salt and skin, the guttural sounds ripping from Nicole’s throat, and the hypnotic sweep of headlights across the roof.
She felt Nicole’s stomach muscles clench. The hand in her hair became a vise. “Jenny, I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Jenny nodded, her head bobbing on Nicole’s cock, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. She wanted that, too. The final claim.
But Nicole suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her off with a wet, sucking sound. Jenny whimpered in protest, disoriented.
“No,” Nicole breathed, chest heaving. “Not there. Not yet.” She pushed Jenny gently but firmly back toward the passenger seat. “I want it in your pussy when I come. I want to feel you clenching around me. Belt up.”
Jenny collapsed into her seat, her lips swollen and wet, her mind hazy with unmet need. She fumbled with the seatbelt, her body singing. Nicole tucked herself back into her jeans with a wince, the massive outline still clearly visible.
The rest of the drive was a tense, silent countdown. Jenny’s hand rested on Nicole’s thigh, feeling the muscle jump under her fingers. They pulled into their apartment’s parking garage, the sudden dimness feeling like a privacy screen. Before the engine was off, Nicole was out of the car, striding around to Jenny’s door. She opened it, pulled Jenny out, and pinned her against the cool metal of the car’s frame. Her kiss was brutal, a claiming of Jenny’s mouth that tasted of her own spit and Nicole’s desperation.
“Inside. Now,” Nicole ordered, breaking the kiss.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom. The apartment door had barely shut behind them, locking them in the dark foyer, before Nicole pushed Jenny to her knees on the carpet.
“You wanted to worship it?” Nicole’s voice was a dark promise above her. She unzipped again, freeing her cock. It bobbed, angry and ruddy in the sliver of light from a streetlamp outside the window. “So worship. Get my dick slick and ready for your cunt.”
Jenny obeyed, taking Nicole into her mouth with a renewed fervor, no longer hindered by a moving vehicle. She could use both hands, one to pump the base, the other to cup and knead Nicole’s balls. She licked and sucked, a dedicated, messy preparation. Nicole braced one hand against the wall, her head thrown back, her throat working as she watched.
When Nicole was panting and slick with saliva, she pulled Jenny up. “Bedroom. On your back. Legs spread. I want to see that ruined pussy in the light.”
In the bedroom, Nicole turned on a single lamp. The direct, unforgiving light made Jenny blush as she lay back on the sheets, obediently spreading her legs. She was a spectacle—her lips puffy, her thighs streaked with dried and fresh release, her core a swollen, glistening pink.
Nicole stood at the foot of the bed, just looking. Her gaze was scorching. “You’re demolished,” she said, almost to herself. “And I did that.” She climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Jenny’s thighs. She didn’t enter her immediately. Instead, she leaned down and spat, a thick glob of saliva that landed directly on Jenny’s clit.
Jenny jolted. “Nicole!”
“Lube,” Nicole said simply, and used her fingers to work the spit into her, circling her entrance, pushing two fingers inside to coat her walls. “My turn to open you up.” She added a third finger, scissoring them, stretching the tender flesh. Jenny cried out, a mix of pain and overwhelming arousal. She was so sensitized that every touch was magnified.
“Please,” Jenny begged, her hips rolling. “Please, just fuck me. I need it. I need you inside.”
Nicole withdrew her fingers. She positioned the broad head of her cock, pressing it against the loosened, weeping entrance. “You need this monster splitting you open again?”
“Yes! God, yes, I need it. I need your monster. I need your cum.”
With a deep, growling groan, Nicole pushed forward.
The penetration was smoother this time, her body already trained to accept the girth, but the depth was still devastating. Nicole sank in with a steady, relentless pressure until their hips met. She held there, fully sheathed, letting Jenny feel the complete, throbbing fullness.
“It never gets soft,” Jenny gasped, amazed, her inner muscles fluttering helplessly around the unyielding hardness. “It’s always here. Always ready for me.”
“Always,” Nicole confirmed, her voice strained. She began to move, starting with slow, deep rolls of her hips that rubbed every inch of her cock against every sensitized nerve inside Jenny. It was less frantic than the alley, more deliberate, a purposeful re-mapping of her interior. Each withdrawal was slow, each thrust a measured, bottoming push that made Jenny gasp.
Nicole leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of Jenny’s head. Their faces were inches apart. Sweat dripped from Nicole’s brow onto Jenny’s collarbone. “This is mine,” Nicole whispered, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “This. Tight. Little. Cunt. Mine.”
“Yours!” Jenny sobbed, her hands scrambling at Nicole’s back. “Always yours!”
“You’re gonna come just from me saying that,” Nicole breathed, her pace increasing slightly. “Aren’t you? My good little bitch comes when she’s told whose pussy this is.”
It was true. The crude ownership, the intense eye contact, the relentless fullness, tipped Jenny over an edge she’d been teetering on since the car. Her orgasm crashed through her, a deep, internal convulsion that made her cunt clamp rhythmically around Nicole’s shaft. She screamed, her back arching off the bed.
Nicole rode out the contractions, her thrusts becoming harder, losing their measured control. “Yeah, milk me. Squeeze my cum out. You want it? You want me to flood you?”
“Fill me up!” Jenny wailed, already hurtling toward another peak as Nicole’s thrusts grew savage. “Breed me, Nicole, please, fill my fucking womb!”
The words unleashed something feral. Nicole’s hips became a blur, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and wet in the lamplit room. Her orgasm tore through her with a shout that was almost a sob. Jenny felt the hot, pulsing release, jet after jet pumping deep into her core, a flooding saturation that felt endless. It triggered another climax for Jenny, this one weaker, a shuddering echo that left her twitching and limp.
Nicole collapsed on top of her, spent, her cock still pulsing weakly inside her. They lay entangled, slick with sweat and come, breathing in ragged unison. After long minutes, Nicole gently pulled out. A rush of fluid followed, a warm spill that soaked the sheets beneath Jenny’s ass.
Nicole didn’t move to clean up. Instead, she curled her body around Jenny’s, pulling a blanket over them both. She kissed the nape of Jenny’s neck, her arms a protective cage.
“I love you,” Nicole murmured into her skin, the words muffled and raw. “I love you so much it turns me into a animal.”
Jenny, drifting on a tide of exhaustion and profound contentment, turned her head. “I love the animal.” She reached back, her hand finding Nicole’s hip, holding on. “Don’t ever put it away.”
In the quiet dark, Nicole’s hand slid down, her fingers splaying over Jenny’s lower abdomen, pressing gently into the softness there. A silent, possessive acknowledgment of the heat and wetness and potential churning within. Jenny covered Nicole’s hand with her own, and finally, slept.