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Eddie twitches in the driver's seat of his car, its windows frosting over in the December chill. His hands grip the steering wheel, white knuckled under fingerless leather gloves. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and clears his throat.
"I do hope you had a good time..." he prompts, worrying at a small piece of loose material on the wheel.
You smile at his awkwardness. You'd met Eddie at the bridal shop where you both work, and had asked him out on a date when you noticed his furtive glances. He was shy around you, despite being outgoing with everyone else. You thought it was adorable that his attraction made him so awkward, despite the fact that he could attract so many women just by smiling. You couldn't believe a man as hot as him had wanted to go on a date with you.
"I loved it, Eddie. Especially when the waiter asked if you were my dad," you giggle. Apparently an older man with a younger woman was still taboo to some, despite the progressive times.
He breaks into a smile, chuckling warmly and easing up a bit. He sighs and starts the car, waiting for the engine to warm up. You bite your lip and stare at him, at his sharp haircut and dapper black outfit. Boldness fills you, and you reach over to touch his knee.
"...I think you've earned a blowjob, if you want one..." you murmer, waiting for his response.
His eyebrows shoot up, and he looks shocked. For a moment you see fear flash across his face, then an ice cold look that makes you draw back a little. But then he grins, and you tell yourself you must've imagined it.
"No man in his right mind would reject a blowjob from you," he returns, practically purring. It was the first time his awkwardness had left, and you roll your eyes internally, smirking slightly. Men. Offer to suck their dick and they instantly warm up to you.
You lean in, tilting your head upward to kiss him. He shifts and meets your lips, engaging you in a passionate kiss. He moans softly, reaching out to cup your cheek with his massive hand. You break the kiss and slide your lips down to his neck, suckling a love bite into his pale skin. You let it go with a pop, and reach down to his crotch. He huffs in excitement, sitting back and watching you carefully. You unzip him, his bulge pushing out eagerly. You love that he wears briefs to accentuate his sizable package...you're sure that he's caught you staring more than once. You pull open the slit in his briefs, and pause.
"Do you prefer your balls in or out?"
"Out, please," he smirks, eyes dilated in pleasure.
You jiggle him until his tight balls pop out, resting on your fingers as they hook into his briefs. His penis flags to the right, only just starting to harden. You aren't surprised, considering his nerves. He'd been so twitchy tonight.
You gasp, already in love with what you see. He's veiny as hell, just like his neck and arms. And goddamn, he's BIG. Maybe about 7-8 inches, you gauge. The head is circumcised, a faint v-shaped scar rosy against his fair skin. You'd caught yourself wondering a couple times if he were cut or uncut, but either way it didn't change anything. You rub the trimmed pubic hair, coarse and pleasing.
He shivers, sensitive skin assaulted by the cold air. You turn the car heat up as high as it can go, and take him in hand, chafing gently to warm him. He moans appreciatively, rolling his head back and exposing his pale throat, love bite finally beginning to show clearly. You start to flick your tongue across the tip, stopping when he grunts.
"You ok?" you prompt, concerned.
"Yes...it's just, my tip is very sensitive and I only like rubbing it right before I cum," he explains sheepishly, "I know it's weird, sorry."
You laugh, thunking your head onto his muscular thigh. "You're not weird, trust me," you comfort, focusing again on his dick. You finally take the head between your lips, swirling your tongue around the flared coronal ridge, sucking your cheeks in to give him maximum suction. You aren't much of a braggart....but you know you're pretty damn good at sucking cock.
He sucks in a deep breath, reaching down to snake his fingers into your hair. You take as much as you can, wrapping your hand around what you can't take. You set a fast pace, and he pants in pleasure, so you keep it steady.
You moan, adding vibrations to the suction. He bucks ever so slightly, unable to help himself. You suck dutifully for another 3 minutes or so, and he suddenly gasps, reaching over to nudge you off.
"Fuck...I'm gonna cum," his cheeks burn, probably with shame at the quickness of his orgasm. But that cold look from before is back too...and it's creeping you out a bit.
"It's fine Eddie, really. I'm honestly flattered that you're so excited over me," you point out, reaching into your purse to dig out the emergency vibrator you carry with you.
He's staring at you dumbly, not expecting you to be so sweet...his experiences with women had been kinda shitty. Little did you know that your sweetness was maybe saving your life tonight. He reaches out to caress your throat, closing his hand around it. You allow it, feeling yourself becoming even more aroused from the slight choking.
You switch on the vibration, settling it against the underside of his head, and his reaction is immediate. He bucks, hips snapping, and you lower your mouth to settle it over the very tip, sucking tightly.
He lets out a long, drawn out groan, gripping the steering wheel as his cock twitches. Hot, salty cum floods your tongue, and you swallow it eagerly. He cums for an impressive 30 seconds, and sags back against the seat afterwards. His hand is still around your throat, and he clenches it tightly, choking you. You scramble a little and he releases you, looking dazed and confused. You settle back into your seat, flustered at the fact that he waited to let you go.
He zips himself back up and smiles at you, and it's disconcerting. He reaches down into the door and you blink in confusion as something glints. His hand snaps out to grab your hair, and he shoves a knife up under your chin. You scream, struggling against him, terror exploding through your nervous system.
"We're gonna head back to my place and have fun, how's that sound, you little whore?" he purrs, locking the doors and swinging the knife to slam the butt into your head, knocking you out. He shudders in excitement. It had been difficult to control his violent impulses around you, and what you mistook for awkwardness was really just an extreme attempt at self control.
He pulls out of the parking space and speeds towards his house, eyes shining like lightning. It had been years since his last excursion, and he itched for something real tonight.
He itched for death.