Flirting With Destiny: Aedyn Book 1

Chapter 1

Aedyn 

"That's it baby, keep going." 

My finger jammed the electric button on the side of the leather car seat. It buzzed quietly as it slid back, giving the girl between my legs more room to work. Seeing a girl's head bobbing up and down and hearing the slurping sounds as her wet lips pulled around my hard cock—the visual alone sent my blood skyrocketing. Yea, this was the dream and I was living it. The seat hummed and so did she as the two of us glided backward in unison. She didn't miss a stroke.

 "Great god almighty, babe." I sucked in air through my teeth and fumbled for another button to recline the seat a bit too, just for good measure. I pushed the girl's head down farther. I wanted to get the most out of her gargling my balls. 

 The girl—Rachel or Rhonda—whatever the hell her name was. She told me. I couldn't remember. Formalities, such as names, went out the window at a time like this. All I knew was that I had a monumental hard-on buried deep in her throat and an uncontrollable, and barbaric urge to call her, "bitch"—"Yea, take that bitch; let me fuck your mouth, bitch." I didn't even know where that came from. God, I was a dog and with a dirty mind to prove it. Only a bikini car wash could cleanse my soul now. Maybe.

 The girl shifted her body in the cramped space of the front seats, arching over the center console of my BMW, maneuvering for a better grip on my massive hard-on. I had just recently purchased my sleek black Beamer and this was the best way to break it in, in my estimation.

 "Fuck yea. Take all of it, baby. Suck it." 

I tossed my head against the red leather headrest and closed my eyes, tuning out all thoughts except the glorious one of me exploding a load into this girl's mouth. The two of us had been headed to my place from the club for some serious pussy pounding, but damn, the girl couldn't wait. I was down for that. 

Then two things happened at the same time. I heard the dull click of high heels scraping across the black asphalt parking lot and felt the car give a jerk, followed by a thud. 

 "Raquel!"

Oh, that was her name. The word came out sharp and quick as a female voice broke through my blissful concentration. To my disappointment, the head between my legs stopped moving, her lips became unattached to my hard cock, and her long curls were lifted in the direction of her name. 

"What's up?" said the woman hovering above us with an eagle's eye view of my cock. 

I opened my eyes to Raquel's upturned face. Her eyes were trailing the movement of my convertible top, which was magically recoiling itself, inch by inch, leaving an unobstructed view of the stars in the sky. With her eyes still glued to the movement of the top, which was now folding itself down into the trunk space, we were completely exposed—me with my zipper opened and her with wet lips—to the sight of the girl standing next to the car staring down at my now night-air cooled hard-on. The girl looking down on us wore a typical red club-style dress, clinging so tightly to her curvaceous body that it looked like she had been sealed in shrink-wrap. I wasn't complaining. 

I turned my head and talked to the girl over my shoulder. "Hello." 

"Nice cock." The girl said matter-of-factly, peering over the passenger side of the now expansive openness of my hardtop convertible. 

 "Hey, Lisa." Raquel said to our voyeur. 

"Glad you noticed." I replied, unfazed by her close examination. 

The girl furrowed her brow, now intent on berating her friend for leaving and launched into a fervent attack on my newly found delight of the evening. "Why did you just leave me back there? I don't have a ride home. You didn't even give me the signal that you were taking off with a guy..."