Erotic Fiction: Roadside Romp
Something is exhilarating about going on road trips during the summer. Rolling down the window as the wind blows through your hair, blaring your favourite songs from the radio, and that unshakeable sense of adventure as you move from one place to the next. This trip was an unforgettable one, with Leo and I exploring Spain for three months, the country that he was born and raised in.
It was a late July afternoon, and we had been taking turns driving for the better part of six hours. Leo pulled the rental over to the side of the road, vehicles passing by us quickly. I turned to him with a questioning look, unsure of what was happening.
“We ran out of gas,” he said.
“That’s impossible! I checked the—” He chuckled, waving his hand.
“I’m just teasing.” Leo leaned over to the passenger’s seat, combing his fingers through the back of my hair as he cradled my head in his hand and pulled me closer to him for a kiss. My mouth was laughing against his, lips parting as my tongue crept to him. When he pulled back, his eyebrow raised. “Wanna get into the backseat?”
Yes. That was my first instinct, but the idea of someone stopping to see if we needed help, only to find our naked bodies in the back of the car made me feel nauseous with anxiety.
“Someone might see.” Leo looked around. In truth, there was hardly anyone driving by on this backroad highway of sorts, but nothing was an impossibility. Especially when you’re out in the open without tinted windows. “What if we get arrested?”
“But what if we don’t?” He made a good point. Besides, just the thought of having sex with him in the back of the car was already making me wet. The thrill of risk, the sheer hotness of it. When would I ever have the opportunity to do this again? Travelling in a different country and happening upon a relatively empty road wasn’t exactly a common occurrence in my life.
I slid out of the passenger’s side and opened the back door, moving the small blanket we kept back there to the side to perch myself on the leather seat. Leo was quick to join me, slipping into the space beside me and continuing to kiss me like we’d never stopped.
His hand slipped beneath my shirt, fingers trailing along my bare skin as they moved across my belly to cup my breast. When I reached between his legs, feeling the space between his thighs, he was already hard as a rock. I began trailing kisses down his body, over his shirt. From beside me, I grabbed the blanket and covered myself with it, squeezing into the space between Leo and the front seats.
He helped me with his pants; as he lifted his hips up, I unbuttoned them and pulled them to his ankles in a single motion, taking his briefs along with them. To suggest he act natural was pointless.
I took his dick in my mouth, feeling it stiffen to its full potential between my lips.
It began with small bobs, my head moving up and down on him, the head pushing up against the roof of my mouth and pressing into my uvula as I went deeper. I gagged a bit, breathing heavily through my nose to regain composure as I took the base of his cock in one hand and the balls in the other. My tongue flicked against the shaft, and I found my way around him blindly, under the darkness of the blanket. Above, Leo’s palms pressed against my shoulders, his moans muffled through the fabric as I circled the tip of my tongue along the top of his dick’s head.
I could taste the pre-cum dripping down the back of my throat, a salty-sweet flavour that always turned me on. He whispered my name over and over and over again, the sound of it filling my ears and intermingling with the thrumming of my pulse and cars driving past us. I took him in my mouth fully again, my lips slipping hungrily down to the base of his dick. He was throbbing inside of me, the slight bulge of the veins impressing on the insides of my cheeks.
The thought of someone stopping and checking us out terrified me. Truthfully, there could be someone standing just outside the window now, and I would have no clue from where I crouched, obscured by the blanket. There was a possibility that even Leo might not know, if his eyes were closed and he was entirely focused on what was happening between his legs.
His hand tightened on my shoulder, the other cupping the back of my head and guiding me gently. I dipped my mouth back and forth against him, choking as he swelled for a moment before completely releasing. His semen was warm as it ran along the back of my throat. I swallowed it, pulling back from him slightly and licking up the last remnants of cum and my saliva before emerging from the blanket and gulping in a breath of fresh air.
“Whoa, that was good.”
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