Lyla had told herself this would be the last time. Six months ago, a tipsy mistake at a party had led her into Mack’s bed, and what should have been one reckless night had spiraled into stolen afternoons and guilty texts. She loved her boyfriend, but the pull toward his best friend was electric, sharp, and impossible to ignore. Today she planned to end it cleanly. Instead, she was in Mack’s car, parked behind an abandoned warehouse, her mouth wrapped around his thick cock.
She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips glistening. “You know, for someone who claims this is casual, you sure answer my texts fast.” Mack’s hand rested lightly on her head, but she set the pace, her tongue swirling with deliberate skill. “Casual doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching you try to pretend you’re not obsessed with my cock,” he shot back, voice low and teasing. She laughed around him, the vibration making him groan, then took him deeper, her strong hands gripping his thighs to hold him still.
The tension built with every bob of her head. She was in control, choosing this moment even as regret flickered at the edges. Mack’s breathing grew ragged, hips twitching. “God, Lyla, your mouth is dangerous. If your boyfriend knew how wet you get just from sucking me off—” She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her chin. “He doesn’t. And he won’t. This ends after today, Mack. I mean it.” Yet her pussy throbbed, dripping with arousal, betraying her words.
Mack’s phone rang, shattering the moment. Her boyfriend’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Hey man, you still coming over for the game tonight?” Lyla jerked back in panic, but Mack’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her down firmly. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, wetness spilling from her stretched lips. She slapped his thigh once, a warning, then relaxed into it, sucking harder on her own terms.
“What’s that noise?” her boyfriend asked. Mack’s voice stayed steady, even as he thrust upward. “Oh, the radio. Yeah, I’ll be there tonight. Is Lyla making those sandwiches?” “Yea, she knows they’re your favorite.” Lyla’s eyes watered, but she met Mack’s gaze with defiant heat, her tongue working the underside of his shaft while her free hand slipped between her legs, fingers circling her swollen clit.
The risk only made her hornier. She pulled off just long enough to whisper, voice husky and sharp, “You’re an asshole for answering, but I’m not stopping.” Mack chuckled, grinding deeper. “Then don’t. Show me how much you want this before you ‘end it.’” She took him to the root again, choking wetly, saliva dripping down his balls as she fingered herself faster, pussy clenching around nothing.
Mack’s free hand cupped her ass through her jeans, squeezing hard. “You’re soaked, aren’t you? Panting like a horny little secret.” Lyla hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating through his cock, making him buck. She came first, thighs shaking, a muffled moan escaping around his length as her orgasm hit. The sight pushed Mack over; he grunted, flooding her throat with hot cum. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean with a wicked grin.
They straightened up slowly, the car thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Lyla wiped her mouth, eyes sparkling with challenge. “This was supposed to be goodbye, Mack. But that call? It just made everything more complicated.” Mack started the engine, voice low. “See you at the game tonight, Lyla. And maybe after.” She stepped out, already planning her next move, the taste of him still on her tongue.
The game would change everything.
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