They said they were out getting it washed and waxed. The previous day, Owen had spilled an entire can of some energy drink on the bonnet, and it had eaten into Ianto's wax job, and the look he had got when they'd come back from the field had made him fear for his life when the coffee was set in front of him. His instincts had been proven right when, after eyeing the steaming cup, he'd stuttered out an offer to go get the car professionally cleaned, and Ianto had whisked the coffee off his desk, simply saying, "You don't want that. I'll get you a fresh one."
Jack had handed over the keys with a wry smile that either said, 'Smart move escaping the laxative coffee,' or 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Perhaps both.
Anyway. Right. The car was sliding down the automated rollers, and the brushes were swiping the sides. Waves of foam rolled down the windows and Suzie's hand was in his pants, her fingers sinfully working his foreskin, her mouth attached to his in a manner that made him wonder just how many different simultaneous directions she could turn her spine. He had his hands under her shirt, but he had to pull back when she lowered her mouth to his crotch, her free hand twisting the undone seatbelt around and around her wrist as if she wanted to anchor herself there. The buckle finally stopped her, and he watched, a little fascinated, as her fingers asphyxiated into pink and then red while her tongue worked his cock, woah, tongue and a little teeth.
He wasn't sure just when he came, because both of his hands were wrapped in Suzie's hair when the car came out of the wash, and the steering wheel, which had recently been straight, was at an angle. As soon as the car left the conveyor, it began to listlessly roll to the left sharply, and Owen had to tug his hands back out of Suzie's hair just as she swallowed around his cock, the back of her tongue lathing the side in a way that made him wonder if she was also part cat.
The cat thing was a little creepy.
"Park it," she said when she came up for air, and then he was skidding the SUV into the spot farthest from the wash, farthest from anyone, and hiking up her skirt as she laid back against the bucket seat, pulling the recline lever. He crawled into the foot space, thinking that all this could have been easier it they would just move to the backseat, but when Suzie was in the mood, delaying was not a wise option.
He didn't even bother pulling down her knickers, just yanked with two fingers, pulling them aside from her crotch and burying his nose in it, smelling the wetness of her, soft curls brushing his chin when he lapped at her clit, tongue delving into her off and on, his other hand pressing and rubbing wherever his mouth wasn't at the moment. Suzie reached back with one arm and grabbed the headrest, her other petting him, purring, saying things like "oh god, slow down, no, wait, yeah, yeah there, oh Jesus, no. Oh right there, pet." One of her feet flipped over his shoulder and propped itself up on the dashboard.
He brought her off with his fingers, his tongue lazy, tip of it swirling about her clit, mouth clipping the labia in little grabs –he didn't like teeth nearly as much as she did—before pressing a few insincere kisses against her thighs and crawling back to his side of the front.
Owen/Suzie, SUV, Part 1
Jack had handed over the keys with a wry smile that either said, 'Smart move escaping the laxative coffee,' or 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Perhaps both.
Anyway. Right. The car was sliding down the automated rollers, and the brushes were swiping the sides. Waves of foam rolled down the windows and Suzie's hand was in his pants, her fingers sinfully working his foreskin, her mouth attached to his in a manner that made him wonder just how many different simultaneous directions she could turn her spine. He had his hands under her shirt, but he had to pull back when she lowered her mouth to his crotch, her free hand twisting the undone seatbelt around and around her wrist as if she wanted to anchor herself there. The buckle finally stopped her, and he watched, a little fascinated, as her fingers asphyxiated into pink and then red while her tongue worked his cock, woah, tongue and a little teeth.
He wasn't sure just when he came, because both of his hands were wrapped in Suzie's hair when the car came out of the wash, and the steering wheel, which had recently been straight, was at an angle. As soon as the car left the conveyor, it began to listlessly roll to the left sharply, and Owen had to tug his hands back out of Suzie's hair just as she swallowed around his cock, the back of her tongue lathing the side in a way that made him wonder if she was also part cat.
The cat thing was a little creepy.
"Park it," she said when she came up for air, and then he was skidding the SUV into the spot farthest from the wash, farthest from anyone, and hiking up her skirt as she laid back against the bucket seat, pulling the recline lever. He crawled into the foot space, thinking that all this could have been easier it they would just move to the backseat, but when Suzie was in the mood, delaying was not a wise option.
He didn't even bother pulling down her knickers, just yanked with two fingers, pulling them aside from her crotch and burying his nose in it, smelling the wetness of her, soft curls brushing his chin when he lapped at her clit, tongue delving into her off and on, his other hand pressing and rubbing wherever his mouth wasn't at the moment. Suzie reached back with one arm and grabbed the headrest, her other petting him, purring, saying things like "oh god, slow down, no, wait, yeah, yeah there, oh Jesus, no. Oh right there, pet." One of her feet flipped over his shoulder and propped itself up on the dashboard.
He brought her off with his fingers, his tongue lazy, tip of it swirling about her clit, mouth clipping the labia in little grabs –he didn't like teeth nearly as much as she did—before pressing a few insincere kisses against her thighs and crawling back to his side of the front.