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“Uh,” you sigh, “that’s good. Here, try.”
You hold the ice-cream wafer in front of Juice’s mouth and he smiles before taking a lick. And another.
“Yeah, that’s really good. What’s that? Walnut?”
“They call it “Mapled Walnut caramel with dark chocolate streams”. Or something like this.”
“Is this a Starbucks Ice Cream Shop I stopped at?” Juice points over his shoulder in the direction of the ice cream parlor you bought this little piece of creamy sin.
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Can I have ...” He wobbles with his tongue and you let him have another taste, laughing.
His laugh lines crinkle because of your laughter and you know the drive back to Charming will be fun as ever. You like driving with Juice.
Five minutes later the ice-cream waver is gone and you sigh satisfied.
“I don’t know. I guess I need more.” You whisper, looking around in the car, in the glove compartment.
“You’ll find no ice cream in the glove compartment, honey,” Juice chuckles. “Where’s the next ice cream parlor on our way? Just look it up in your cell phone, will you?”
“No, it’s not ice cream I want ...,” you smile, reaching over to his thigh.
“Sorry, I ran out of bubble gums, baby,” he says.
“No bubble gums for me, thanks,” you answer, palming his crotch.
He hisses, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“There we go,” you whisper, sliding closer, “Found something to stuff my mouth with.”
“Y/N!” Juice moans and you open the zipper of his pants.
“Yeah?” You ask innocently, taking him out.
He lifts his right arm to make room for you to lay your head in his lap. His hips rocking forward, his tip touching your mouth. You lick slowly over the head of his cock and feel his right leg stepping on the brake. He slows the car down and fists his right hand in your hair.
“Go on, no teasing,” he says through gritted teeth and presses your head gently down until you feel his neatly shaved skin on your nose.
“I want to enjoy my after-ice-dessert,” you mumble after withdrawing and he grunts a “Wait until we’re home and I’ll show you ...”
He leads your head up and down, you lick circles over his tip, suck him in, hollow your cheeks to the point it nearly hurts. His panting gets louder and louder, the car slows down and you feel he stops. The “ping-ping-ping” of the emergency flasher is the rhythm you move your head up and down.
“Fuck,” he hisses and his hips lift off the seat, your head is now roughly pressed in his lap. “Fuck, yes!”
The salty taste of his semen hits your tongue, mixing with taste of the mapled walnut chocolate something and you moan with pleasure.
“That’s how I like my dessert,” you whisper and look up, seeing his wide, happy smile, his chest still heaving.
A truck passes by, blowing the horn and Juice sighs: “You’re totally crazy, you know?”
“Yeah. And you love it.”
“Oh, I do. Wanna drive back and I’ll pay you another ice-cream wafer?”
“No, thanks. I’m no ice-cream wafer whore, Juice. Just drive us home so we hit the bedroom before I’m hungry again.”
He laughs, helps you sit up and deactivates the emergency flasher.
“Thanks, baby. That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome. And now stop babbling, Juice. Drive!”