Page 55 of Playing With Fire

She swallows my tip and I feel her tongue lap up the precum pouring from me. Humming her approval causes my balls to draw up tightly.

She pulls me in deeper and I can’t hold back my groan. Completely lost to the sensations of her mouth, I’m about toembarrass myself with how fast this is going to end. I only manage to make it another thirty seconds before I give her the warning.

“Baby, I’m close.”

I feel her hands clamp down on the backs of my thighs as she pistons her mouth back and forth on my cock, holding me to her.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Shannon, I’m—”Going to drown you.

I can’t help the way my hips thrust forward as I spill my release into the warm heaven of her mouth. My orgasm goes on for eternity. Rope after rope of cum shoots from me. With this much volume, you’d think I hadn’t gotten off in a year.

When my world stops spinning a minute later, I look down surprised to see Shannon’s ponytail wrapped around my hand, her tongue slowly lapping at my softening cock. Not sure when I gripped her like that, I use it to tilt her head back so she looks at me.

“You are fucking incredible. Thank you.”

I help her stand up right as my radio crackles to life.

“Truck forty-eight, safety check. Truck has been stationary for twelve minutes.”

“Shit. I forgot to clock out for lunch,” I answer, reaching over the boxes to grab for my radio.

“Hey, Lisa, sorry, all good here. On my lunch break. I forgot to clock out.”

“Hey, Hud, no problem. I’ll correct the timecard. Start time?”

“Twelve-fifteen.”

“Not a problem. Can you switch to channel four?” she asks.

“Switching now,” I confirm before clicking the button to switch to get off the company’s main dispatch channel. Channel four is by no means private, but dispatch can see howmany radios are on it and it’s used for driver-specific communications.

“GPS says you’re in that bougie neighborhood. Just make sure they don’t complain about you eating there. You know how uppity they can be about that shit.”

My eyes swing to Shannon, ready to apologize, but she just cocks an eyebrow and shrugs a shoulder, as if she’s agreeing.

“Yeah, will do.”

“You want to grab a beer after work?” Lisa asks.

Our dispatch team works in the building where our trucks are kept so everyone knows each other. Lisa’s always been friendly, not just to me, but to all the drivers…but Shannon doesn’t know that, and her eyes narrow with possessiveness when Lisa asks the question.

Unsure how to answer, I just go with the truth. “Actually, I’m having dinner with my sister tonight, but maybe another time.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Sounds good. See ya, Hud.”

“Bye, Lisa.”

I hang the radio back up and turn to Shannon who’s wearing a coy smile and an arched brow.

“Maybe another time?” she says, mocking me.

She doesn’t look pissed…just…amused?

“What should I have said instead?” I ask, leaning back on one of the bigger boxes, crossing my ankles in front of me.

She shrugs like she doesn’t have a care in the world. “That you’re seeing someone.”

A bark of laughter rips through me. “Ha! So I could be hounded about it when Lisa runs her mouth to Angelo or Scott, or any of the other drivers? And what about the company barbeque? Do I just keep lying about why my girlfriend never attends?”