Terry was nervous.

I could see it in the set of his jaw, and it showed in the way the divot between his eyebrows deepened — so deep that I felt like I could slide a coin into it.

“Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

Patting his arm, I said, “Oh, I can see that by the way your shoulders are all the way up around your ears.”

“My mother is a difficult person.” He piloted our giant SUV through the cramped airport parking garage. It was enough to make me stress, how narrow all these turn lanes were.

then, nudging me backward, told me

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “We’ve been together a year. I’m adorable.”

He actually laughed at that last part before putting his hand on my upper thigh. He always does that; it’s an innocent gesture of affection, but it always turns me on. I keep waiting for it not to turn me on… thankfully, I’m still waiting.

“You are adorable, my love, but she is not. She’s sort of like… an angry honey badger.”

I snorted, giggles overtaking me as we continued our journey through the parking structure. “That’s awful.”

“Do you think I’m a terrible person?” he asked as we continued to search for a convenient parking spot.

“Of course not.” Who wants to tangle with a badger?

“Then why haven’t I seen my mother in the whole year we’ve been together?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because you’re busy?” Too busy to be badgered, at least.

“Nope. Because I don’t want to. That either makes me a terrible son or… ”

“Or… you have your reasons.” I added, giving voice to the thoughts already in my mind.

“Damn good reasons. She is a very difficult person.”

“It’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with difficult people before.” I put my hand on his and moved it higher on my thigh so the tips of his fingers brushed the
“V” between my thighs.

“Why don’t we just go home now, pretend we forgot about her, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name?”

“We can’t do that. But you do need to relax.”

“Not gonna happen.” He finally spotted a space and pulled in.

“I can help.”

He put the SUV in park and then cut the engine. “No, you can’t. No one can.”

“Oh, I think I can. I think only I can.”

I leaned across the console and unzipped his jeans.

“Babe — ”

“Shh, trust me.”

His cock was already growing hard, and after only a moment in my hand, it became fully erect. I stroked him for a moment and then leaned into his lap and brushed my tongue across the salty tip of his dick. He groaned, and I took that as my cue to suck his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it gently. When his breath became gruff, I sucked him into my mouth fully, driving my lips down his shaft until I felt his rough pubic hair. Then I did it again, and again, until his hips began moving up from beneath me.

I gave him a few more good sucks and then sat up. “Zip up,” I said.

“What?” He looked baffled.

“You needed to be distracted. I’ll give you more shortly. But for now we head toward the pick-up area.”

He gave me a suspicious look as I got out of the car, but I just laughed. “Come on. Trust me, will you?”

He took my hand, and we hurried across the lot, finding the stairs because the elevator refused to come. Having descended two flights, I stopped suddenly and looked around. Terry practically ran into me.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just this.” I cooed invitingly, pushing him hard enough that he stumbled and his back hit the stairwell wall. I squatted in front of him and unzipped his jeans, drawing out his cock. I listened intently for the sound of feet coming and heard nothing. I felt confident that we’d have a few minutes to ourselves.

“Jesus. This is a bad id — ”

That’s as far as he got before I slipped my mouth down his cock, silencing him. I felt his muscles tense beneath my palms as I pressed my hands against his thighs. I sucked his dick, bobbing up and down and letting it brush the back of my throat. Ignoring my gag reflex, I breathed in through my nose and pushed my lips down to the very base of his shaft. Then I played my tongue up one side of his dick and down the other.

His hands strayed to my hair as he thrust into my mouth. I sucked just the tip until he was groaning. Then I pushed myself up and smiled at him. “Zip up. Let’s go.”

He looked flabbergasted, and I had to swallow a giggle.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned but obeyed — barely managing to tuck his erection into his jeans before zipping up.

“No. I’m distracting you.” I took his hand once more, and we descended the rest of the stairs. We walked into the terminal and examined the huge area, trying to find where we needed to go to meet his mother’s flight.

I gently squeezed his hand, and Terry smiled at me. He leaned toward me and whispered in my ear. “My cock is still as hard as a rock, by the way.”

“I figured.”

“I could pound nails with it.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“No, you’re not.” He tugged me along, and I followed him through the crowd.

“No,” I admitted. “No, I’m not.”

As we walked, I scanned for an area where we could be alone. I needed to keep my distraction going. Soon, we passed a cordoned-off waiting area. Just lines and lines of empty chairs. An empty desk. A blank screen. I quickly glanced around for security and found none. Cameras would probably be present somewhere, but there was nothing I could do about that. I pulled him along after me as I dodged the velvet ropes that served as no deterrent whatsoever.

“What — ”

“Just follow. Fast.”

There was a huge potted plant, and I practically shoved him behind it. Then I dropped down on the gray utilitarian carpet and went back to work. He was still incredibly hard, and I licked a drop of pre-come off the tip of his cock. The salty flavor flooded my mouth, and I sighed as I drove my mouth down his shaft again. I pushed my fingers into his jeans and cupped his balls.

Terry moaned, and I mumbled around his dick, “Keep a lookout.”

“If I can process information I will. You’re kind of distracting me.”

He thrust into my mouth, grunting in a way that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I loved when he sounded more animal than man. I swallowed him down as best as I could, loving that he seemed so out of control.

“Someone’s coming,” Terry whispered and pulled out of my mouth.

I stood quickly as he put himself together. We’d already started walking when someone stopped just behind us and didn’t say anything other than, “Kids.”

I held my laughter until we were back out in the fray and then lost it. “He thought we were horny teenagers.”

“We’re kind of acting like it,” he said. But Terry was grinning. He held my hand and was swinging it. The tight lines around his mouth had relaxed as had his brow. This was a good thing.

“I sucked his dick, bobbing up and down and letting it brush the back of my throat.”

But nearing the pick-up area for his mother, I could feel his tension creeping back. I saw a maintenance worker pass through a door, and before it could swing shut I snagged it. I peeked through the doorway in time to see the man disappear down a hallway. I hustled Terry in, and to our right was a supply closet. I pushed him in and pulled the door shut behind us.

“You need to relax.”

“I — ”

“You need to relax,” I repeated and got down on my knees. This time the deed would be finished.

Terry didn’t wait; he unzipped for me and presented his dick. I licked the tip and traced the ridges. I sucked lightly and then harder. I held him in my hand and jacked his shaft while my tongue swirled around his cockhead. I kept working him with my fist as I licked my way down to his balls, finally sucking one into my mouth.

He hissed and arched against me. “Don’t stop,” he said.

A thrill curled through me. Any time I could push him beyond the bounds of his reserved nature was a good time for me.

I pushed my hand down into my leggings as he bucked toward my face.

“What are you doing?” He slowed, and I could tell he was looking down at me.

I broke away and smiled at him. “Getting you off gets me off. Let’s get off together. Right here. Right now.”

He let his head tip back and groaned like a wounded man. But he began to thrust between my lips again, holding my head as he fucked my mouth. The salty taste of him grew stronger, and I knew he was close to climaxing. I slipped two fingers into my pussy and ground my fingertips against my most sensitive places. I pushed my clit against the heel of my hand and found myself whimpering around his driving dick.

“You’re making me nuts,” he said, as the tempo of his hips increased and his breath grew shorter.

Outside the hustle and bustle of the airport continued, but in this tiny dim closet time had stopped.

“You love it,” I managed to utter before he held my head steady and thrust deep, filling my throat and forcing me to inhale deeply.

The first flickers of an orgasm hit me, and I moaned around his cock which only made Terry move faster.

I pushed my fingers deeper inside myself, forcing my clit against the heel of my hand, and when he grunted like a beast, fucking my mouth, I came. My cries were stifled by the fact that I was swallowing his shaft at the time. But he could hear them.

“Jesus. Fuck. Christ,” he growled.

Then his come was flooding my mouth and his moans were filling my ears.

He held out his hand, helping me stand and we hurriedly put ourselves right. We slipped back out into the corridor and found the restrooms to freshen up.

My face was flushed in the mirror’s reflection. I smiled at myself, fixed my hair and washed my hands before rejoining him outside.

When we found his mother, she was waiting. Impatiently. But Terry looked calm, and that was all I cared about.

“Why are you so late?” she demanded not even acknowledging me.

“Sorry,” he said, trying not to laugh. “We got distracted.”

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