Deck His Balls (Spice and Seduction)

Chapter Seven

Joel

My heart pounds as Tricia pulls me towards the car, her eyes sparkling in the dim parking lot light.

“Undo your pants before you get in,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Tricia just smirks and slides into the passenger seat. Glancing around to make sure we’re alone, I quickly unbutton my slacks before settling behind the wheel.

As soon as I start the engine, Tricia’s hand is on my thigh, inching higher. “I’ve got an early Christmas gift for you,” she purrs.

My breath catches as her fingers deftly pull my cock free of my boxers. I grip the steering wheel tighter, torn between watching the road and watching her.

“Tricia, what—” I start to ask, but the words die in my throat as she wraps her hand around me.

“Mmm,” she hums appreciatively. “Even better than I imagined.”

I can’t help the groan that escapes me as she starts to stroke. “You’ve been imagining this?”

Tricia laughs, low and sultry. “Oh honey, you have no idea.”

She leans in closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Keep your eyes on the road, CEO. I’m about to make one of your fantasies come true.”

My imagination runs wild as Tricia unbuckles her seatbelt. Is she really going to…?

The first touch of her lips against my shaft sends a jolt through me. I bite back a moan, trying desperately to focus on driving as Tricia plants soft kisses along my length.

“Jesus, Tricia,” I breathe.

She chuckles, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “Just getting started, baby.”

Her tongue traces lazy circles around the tip and I have to force myself not to close my eyes in pleasure. We hit a bump in the road and Tricia pulls back with a giggle.

“Oops,” she says, not sounding sorry at all. “Better be careful, Mr. Mitchell. Wouldn’t want to crash before I finish my gift-giving.”

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as Tricia resumes her ministrations. Her mouth envelops me, warm and wet, and I let out a low moan.

“Eyes on the road, Joel,” Tricia teases, pulling back for a moment.

I struggle to keep my focus on driving as Tricia’s tongue swirls around me. My right hand instinctively moves to rest lightly on her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

“God, Tricia,” I breathe, “you’re incredible.”

She hums in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel her smile around me as she continues, alternating between gentle suction and playful licks.

The streets of Serenity County blur past as I navigate on autopilot, my mind consumed by the sensations Tricia’s creating. She’s relentless, varying her rhythm and pressure in a way that has me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me deeper. “I’m close, Tricia.”

She increases her pace, and I can feel the tension building. Just as I’m about to lose control, I realize we’re pulling into her driveway. With herculean effort, I manage to park the car.

The moment we’re stopped, I gently pull Tricia up to me, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste myself on her, and it only fuels my desire.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, dark with want. “Inside,” I growl. “Now. And strip.”