Chapter 22

“I’m going to come,” you groaned.

“Mmm-mmm mmm,” April hummed and moaned, not taking her lips off your cock. She had both hands on it still, jerking you off near the base and middle of the shaft, while she kept her lips sealed around the ride of the head and used her tongue like made. You couldn’t actually see a whole lot due to night having fully fallen, but it felt stupidly amazing. You also weren’t sure exactly what she was trying to say with those sounds even though there had been some inflexion in them. April didn’t stop blowing you though.

“Oh my God, April,” you groaned. “I’m really going to come ... Nnng.”

She didn’t stop, and you lost your battle with yourself and felt your nuts tighten up as the hot surge of your orgasm raced up your shaft and unloaded into April’s. You could feel her mouth filling up - she’d said last time that you shot pretty big loads, so she knew what was coming - but then she was swallowing as you kept coming, her hands still stroking your shaft like she was trying to massage the orgasm out of you and get ever last drop.

When it ended you let out all the breath in your lungs in a long exhalation, your whole body feeling like it had been emptied.

“Oh ma’ Ga’” April was laughing as she pulled her lips from your cock. She wiped at the corner of her lips and then made a big show of swallowing what she still had in her mouth before wiping her lips again. “Fuck, Ollie,” she said. “God, that’s so hot.”

“Sorry,” you chuckled softly.

“Stop being sorry, baby,” she said, rubbing her hands on your thighs. “Big dick, big loads - you’re like a hentai character come to life. You’re not hiding any tentacles somewhere too, are you?”

You snorted and shook your head. Then you sat up, having been uncomfortably leaning back against the middle console. “OK,” you said. “Your turn.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, looking up at you as she was still on her knees in the grass.

“If I’m not allowed to apologise for things, you can’t keep asking me if I’m sure I want to make you feel like you make me feel,” you said. You offered her a hand and she accepted it, standing up and getting out of the way so that you could get up out of the car as well. She smirked a little as you stood fully, her hand snaking out and grabbing your cock which was still half-hard. Her fingers felt so fucking good, wrapping around your girth.

“Stop teasing,” you said with a little smile, reaching around her to give her butt a little smack over her dress. She laughed playfully at that and you put both hands on her waist, turning the two of you around so she was backed up to the car. “Sit,” you ordered her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, doing so, mirroring how you had been sitting with your legs out the door. “I like it when you’re more forceful.”

“I know,” you said. “And I’ll try to do it more.” Getting down to your knees wasn’t the most graceful process, but you managed not to look like an idiot and slip, and soon you were looking at her in the dark, your eyes about level with her tits. You put your hands on her bare calves, rubbing her smooth legs, and then up higher under the dress to feel her thighs again. “I’ve never done this before either,” you admitted. “So I want you to help me be the best I can be at it for you.”