Chapter 381: Ten Percent Tint

Lucas looked down.

Rechelle’s hand was already on him, rubbing slow through his jeans. No rush. Just firm strokes along the hard length of his cock, base to tip and back again, like the road had nothing to do with her.

"You keep looking at the road," she murmured. "And at me. You can’t do both forever."

Lucas snapped his eyes forward. Lane lines. Distant traffic. The BMW’s steady hum. Then his gaze dropped again to her hand. The car drifted toward the marker before he yanked it straight.

"I’m driving."

Rechelle did not stop.

She pressed the heel of her palm against him and rubbed once, harder. He thickened under the denim until the shape of him was plain against the cloth. A small breath left her when she felt him twitch.

"You handled that race like a madman," she said. "I believe you can handle this too."

Lucas’s grip tightened on the wheel. He should have told her to stop. Instead he sat there with heat building low in his gut while she watched his face and found what she wanted.

She took his zipper between her fingers.

The metal split open in a short, sharp sound over the engine. She drew it down slowly, one section at a time, until his jeans parted. Then she hooked the waistband of his boxers and pulled.

His cock sprang free at once.

Thick. Fully hard. The head flushed dark, the shaft tight in the open air of the cabin. It stood heavy between them, and Rechelle’s lips parted as she stared at it, caught for a second by the size even though she had clearly expected him to be ready.

Lucas’s breath caught.

"People can see us."

Rechelle was already gathering her hair, twisting it up into a quick bun. She checked the windows once, then looked back at him with a small smile.

"Ten percent tint. Nobody sees anything unless they’re pressed against the glass."

She bent down.

Warm spit hit the head of his cock. Then her mouth closed over him. Just the tip at first, lips tight, tongue moving slow under the ridge. Lucas’s hands locked on the wheel.

"Ahh~"

The sound slipped out before he could hold it.

She went lower. Slow at first, taking him inch by inch, then deeper in one push until her mouth stretched around the shaft and the head pressed into her throat. Wet heat swallowed him whole. She pulled back with a slick sound, then sank down again, tighter this time, sucking hard enough that his stomach clenched and his hips almost lifted off the seat.

Lucas tried to keep the car straight.

He failed in small, dangerous ways. The wheel drifted left. His foot eased off the pedal without him noticing. Every time Rechelle hollowed her cheeks and dragged her mouth back up his shaft, a wet sound filled the cabin, thick and filthy, louder than the engine.

She moaned around him.

"Mmm... ahh..."

The vibration ran straight through his cock.

Lucas’s jaw clenched hard. Rechelle pulled off him just long enough to move. She yanked her jacket off and threw it into the rear seat, dragged her top up over her chest, and stripped her bra loose in one impatient motion. Her breasts spilled free, full and bare, and when she bent down again they brushed warm against his thigh.

She took him back into her mouth deeper than before.

One hand braced on his leg. The other shoved between her own thighs. Her fingers rubbed over her pussy while she sucked him, hips rolling on the seat, chasing friction she clearly wanted from him instead.

Lucas’s control snapped.

Traffic thickened ahead. He should have pulled her off. He did the opposite. His hand locked on the back of her head and pushed her down harder, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. His hips lifted off the seat in short, rough thrusts, driving into the wet heat of her throat.

Rechelle gagged around him and moaned through it, saliva spilling down his shaft and over his balls. Lucas’s other hand grabbed her ass, squeezed hard, then spanked her once. The slap cracked sharp in the cabin. She jerked, choked on him, and sucked tighter like the sting only made her hungrier.

"Fuck~"

The light was already red.

Horns exploded behind them. Lucas cursed, forced the BMW through the second the lane opened, and slammed the gas. The car surged hard. Rechelle never lifted her head. She stayed bent over him, mouth locked around his cock, sucking through the acceleration like the road and the city outside the glass did not exist.

He was past holding back.

His hips snapped faster, short and rough, driving into her mouth. The wet sound of it filled the cabin, louder with every thrust.

"Yes...yes...I’m about to cum~"

Rechelle only went harder. She took him to the base, throat tight around the head, spit running down his shaft. With his cock still stretching her lips, she forced the words out broken and muffled.

"Cum... in my mouth~"

Lucas’s hand fisted in her hair.

He broke with a rough groan. Thick, hot cum pumped over her tongue in heavy pulses and ran straight down her throat. Rechelle swallowed around him again and again, moaning as she took it. She stayed on him through the last spurts, licking the head clean, sucking the sensitive tip until his cock twitched hard against her lips and his breath came ragged over the wheel.

Rechelle stayed down a second longer, tongue slow over the head of his cock, cleaning what was left of him while Lucas tried to get his breathing under control. His hands were still tight on the wheel. The road ahead looked normal again. Ordinary traffic. Ordinary speed. For a moment it almost felt like nothing had happened in the car at all.

Then she sat up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and settled back into the seat like she had simply finished a private thought.

Lucas glanced at the mirror.

Only then, through the fading rush in his head, did he notice the lights.

Police lights.

Behind them. Following.