—The Climax—
Andy's POV.
I look over at Milo, feeling incredibly small in his Benz. He hasn't looked at me, hasn't said a word. One arm stretched out in front of him on the steering wheel, his jaw still clenched, his eyes fixed in front of him. The first thing I notice is that we are taking a different route to his place than usual; the second thing I notice is that we are not going to his house at all.
I try to push my skirt down a little bit more, knowing that the trail of wetness Lu left behind there is just a reminder for him of what happened. And for me. ''Milo?'' I ask quietly. He doesn't respond. ''We should talk about what happened.''
It's like he doesn't hear me. My mind is racing. I messed it all up. Things have been going great between us until this point until I talked to Lu and it all imploded. ''I shouldn't have done that.'' I say to Milo, watching him closely to see if there's any reaction. I can't believe how caught up I got into what was happening. It's easy to dismiss it as Lu coming on to me, that I didn't have any part in it. But I wanted Lu to continue. I wanted her to come; I wanted her to make me come.
We're riding up a dirt road that I haven't ever been on before and I have no idea where we're heading. I start to feel sick to my stomach. I know Milo loves me, I know he would never hurt me, but I know the gravity of what has happened and I know he isn't himself now.
''Milo?'' I can't believe how small I sound. ''Milo, you're scaring me.''
Finally he looks back at me, looking at me a moment longer than he probably should have whilst driving up the narrow road. He seems to know exactly what he is doing as he pulls into an unpaved parking lot at the top of the hill we just ascended. It overlooks the city and despite its beauty it's completely deserted aside from us.
He shuts off the car and looks at me, still quiet. ''Where are we?'' I ask. He doesn't answer and unlike before I can now also see his hurt on his face, aside from just the anger. ''Milo, I…'' I'm choosing my words carefully, hand on my heart. ''I didn't mean to-''
''Take off your shoes.'' He says, taking his eyes of me.
I frown at him, sure I misheard him. ''Wha-''
''Take of your shoes,'' he repeats. This time it's much more firmly, and I can tell by the look on his face he's not messing around.
For a moment I sit there stunned, I have no idea what's happening but there's not really anything else I can do. Keeping my eyes on him I kick off both my shoes. ''Socks too.'' I frown slightly but he's not looking at me. I do what he asks me and we both sit there in silence.
He seems to make up his mind about something as I watch him intently. ''Skirt.'' It's curt as can be. It takes a bit of maneuvering to unzip my skirt whilst sitting but I manage to take it off, never taking my eyes off of him. At last he returns my gaze.
I swallow hard and take in his silence. I know that he's upset and not in his right mind, and it's time for me to take control. As he watches me I slowly drag my blood-stained panties down my legs and throw them into the backseat. My coat is next and I fling it aside, knowing it would just get in the way.
I reach over to him and put my hand on his pecks, slowly moving down until I reach his zipper. I can see him take a deep breath but move my hand away, touching his inner thighs instead. He moves his hips towards me. I take my hand away and he holds eye contact with me. The look on his face never changes. ''Sit still.'' I tell him as my hand floats above his lap.
He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. He knows I'm not messing around. My hand softly strokes the area, something ''accidentally'' grazing his dick. I can see him grow harder, straining against his slacks. Finally I grab the zipper, making sure to move it down as slowly as I possibly can. I can hear a soft groan coming from Milo. I move my thumb over the tip before grabbing the hem of his boxer shorts and moving it down, finally releasing his erection.
His eyes are black as can be, and I've never seen him this hard before. I start to work on his dick, making sure to do it softly as I can, wanting to drag out the torture as long as possible. I know it isn't what he wants but ultimately he'll be grateful.
I finally break eye contact when I lean down and take him in my mouth. I've never done this in a car before and it takes a bit of effort to find my balance as I move my tongue up and down his shaft. There's more groaning and his hand makes his way into my hair, wanting me to move. My hand and tongue work in tandem, agonizingly slow as I make my way down. His dick hits the back of my throat and I can feel his hand trying to move my head back up. Instead I swallow it.
I haven't heard him release such a long groan before but his hand relaxes. My hand cups his balls as I move my head up and down. It isn't often that I've performed oral on him; he's usually much keener on going down on me and then switching to the main act. It makes me want to work all the harder to make sure he'll never forget this.
I can feel the tightness in his balls and I pick up the speed a bit. ''Feels so good,'' I can hear him murmur and internally I smile. My saliva is running down his dick as I start to move faster, it becomes sloppier and better. I can feel something twitch in my stomach, and remember why I've never minded giving a blowjob. ''I'm gonna come.'' Milo tells me, his hand in my hair trying to move me away.
Wordlessly I protest, continuing what I've been doing. ''Andy, I'm-'' I put my left hand on his stomach, hoping that he'll catch on. I can feel the hot spurts hitting the back of my throat and in two swallows it's all down. I sit back, one of my hands on his thigh as I use the other to wipe my mouth. He looks at me with hooded eyes. ''That was…''
I smile at him. I lean over at him and our lips connect. It feels different than Lu, and I chastise myself for thinking of her. My hand lands on his peck and I massage it slightly, flicking his nipple knowing how sensitive it always becomes after orgasm. He groans into my mouth. My hand moves down, eventually landing on his half hard dick again. His refractory period has never been long and I know that when I touch the right spot he's ready to go again. My lips move to his ear, down his neck, his shoulder.
His mouth is hanging open a bit, completely relaxed, watching me work on his body. When I let go of his dick he protests. I shush him as I swing my leg over his', sitting down on his knees with my legs resting on the side of his legs, grateful for the wide seats. I put my arms around his neck, one hand running through his hair as the other one strokes his shoulder and moves down. I take advantage of his open mouth and kiss him deeply.
I can feel him become hard again in my hand and softly pump it before moving my entrance over it. He grabs my hips and our eyes meet. As I help line us up he slowly lowers me onto himself. His groan and my moan mix together. As we kiss again he rips open my shirt, not nearly as gentle with the object as Delgado had been. I can feel the buttons hitting the windows and take off the rest of my garment.
Milo has his slacks unbuttoned and his boxers down, but is otherwise fully dressed. I suddenly feel very naked in my lace bra. I can feel Milo twitch inside me as I sit still, relishing in how good he feels inside of me. His hands make work of my bra and within seconds it's off. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and I moan.
I push him back in the seat and capture his lips in a kiss as I start moving up and down. I clench myself around him a few times and I can see by his reaction how good it feels. ''I'm sorry,'' I tell him.
''Feels so good,'' he says, his head back as he's enjoying the sensations.
''I'm sorry about what happened with Delgado,'' I tell him as I bring my mouth close to his ear. I lean back to look at his reaction. His hands which had been guiding my hips to move just the way he likes, now hold me in place. I can see the anger on his face, feel him twitch inside me once, and see in his eyes that he's growing more aroused.
And that's what this was all about. To please him. Didn't hurt that I got mine twice in the process, but it was about Milo getting his. His hands lift my hips up until I think he's about to flop out of me, when he brings me down harder than I expected.
Despite my vast knowledge of the female anatomy I don't know what spot inside of me he just hit, as both pleasure and pain hit me. I cry and moan. I can feel tears form in my eyes even though it feels good. I start grinding against him.
His hands are on my breasts, kneading them, playing with my nipples and my head falls back as I let out a moan. ''Your boobs are mine,'' he tells me. I try to nod in agreement but I'm quickly losing control over my body. His hand lands on my hip and holds me down, and I whimper at the loss of movement. ''Say it.''
''My boobs,'' I moan as I can feel him throbbing inside me, ''are yours.''
He slaps his hands on my hips before grabbing hold of me, controlling my movements and slowing me down significantly. ''These hips are mine.'' He tells me.
''They're yours,'' I tell him as I try to get him to let go so I can set my own pace again.
''Your ass,'' he slaps it far harder than I had expected, ''is mine.'' He says through gritted teeth. The feeling of it is like a wave through my body and I almost come undone right there and then. I can't think, I can barely even hear him. ''Say it.'' I open my mouth to say it but all that comes out is a series of moans. He slaps the other cheek even harder and I could have never expected how good it would feel. I can hear a shriek and a series of moans and it takes me embarrassingly long to realize they're mine.
His hand weaves itself in my hair, forcing me to look at him. ''My ass,'' I pant, ''is yours.'' I say it even though I don't want him to stop.
He looks down for a second and I can feel myself getting closer. He brings his hand down and circles my clit with his thumb. I buck away from him. It's too much. ''Your cunt, your clit,'' he emphasizes every word as he forces us to keep eye contact, ''they're mine.''
I try to say it but my breath has gotten stuck in my throat. ''They're yours,'' I tell him at last and he seems happy.
''You're mine.''
''I'm yours.''
A twinkle appears in his eyes and he finally seems satisfied. He let goes of my hips completely and I can control the movement myself again. I immediately pick up speed, needing more friction. Milo watches my franticness, looking calm even though I know his orgasm won't be far off. His thumb's rough skin on my clit is getting to be too much.
As I start moaning louder I can feel a hand and I hope it's not Milo to slow me down. My eyes are closed and all I can feel is his hard twitching throbbing dick inside me, the rest of the world disappears completely.
I can feel a red hot burning hand land on my ass and I know it won't be long until I'm nothing but a puddle of what was once Andy Campbell, lying on the floor of a Mercedes Benz. ''You like that?'' I can hear Milo asking but I don't have it in me to answer. The sound of the slap hits me before the heat of it spreads through my body. Every nerve in my body seems to be sending signals of pain and pleasure to my brain where they melt into something that's beyond description.
Milo watches me in fascination and I can feel his cum filling me and I'm so close. Another slap on my ass is all it takes. In this moment I could die happy. In this moment pleasure is flooding my brain and my already red ass with hand shaped bruises forming receives another blow. And I'm done.
All control over myself is gone and I can hear myself screaming and moaning at the same time. Milo slips out off me and even that feeling sends more pleasure to my brain. I can feel myself losing control over parts of my body and even if I wanted to fight it I wouldn't be able to.
It seems like both an eternity and too soon when I start to come down. I bury my face in Milo's neck as I realize what just happened. That's never happened before. Not with Milo, not with anyone.
I can feel Milo's hand on my back as he holds me close to him. ''Did you just… squirt?'' He asks me, somewhat stunned.
I lean back and sit on his knees; it takes a second before I'm able to make eye contact with him. I can feel redness creeping through my body. ''I'm sorry,'' I say, as I look down at the liquid that's already sinking into the car seat.
It takes a second but then a smile appears on his face, ''it's okay.'' He says. I take a few deep breaths before getting back in the passenger seat. Milo watches me as I put my clothes back on, zipping up his own slacks at the same time.
I sit beside him wordlessly as we drive down to his house. I don't know what to say. Not about what happened with Lu, not about the swallowing, not about the spanking, not about the squirting.
As he pulls up into his driveway I take a deep breath. He gets ready to get out of the car. ''I'm really sorry,'' I tell him. He looks at me, ''about everything. About,'' I motion toward his seat, ''ruining your car seat.''
''It's okay,'' he tells me with a small smile on his face. ''Good luck getting Delgado to get you to do that.''