Skip to content I was just about to get ready to hang out with my friend when my cousin, Isabella, texted me.
Hi, can you please give me a ride to the mall?
She had lost her license the other month for speeding. Mom had told me about it.
I texted her back. I’m about to meet my friend. Not good timing, sorry. Ask your mom.
She replied almost instantly. She won’t. She’s mad at me. Please, I promise I’ll give you something in return.
I mulled it over. My cousin Isabella was a total hottie. She was flirtatious, coquettish, and a little slutty. Why she needed to act that way when she was already so damn hot was beyond me.
Then another text came through, this time with a selfie. She wore short jean cutoffs and a crop top. Her light brown hair spilled down her back, her blue eyes locked on the camera. She had a playful, pleading look on her face that was impossible to resist.
Pleeeeease? I promise I’ll give you something you’ll never forget.
I sighed and typed back. Alright, fine.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure what she could give me. She was eighteen, freshly graduated, and heading to college next year. I was nineteen and had just finished my first year. But she didn’t have a job to my knowledge.
I grabbed my keys and drove to my aunt’s place, which was only fifteen minutes from ours.
When Isabella stepped out of the house, my jaw dropped. She looked like a teenage fantasy. Her tanned legs went on forever in those tiny cutoffs, her flat stomach showing beneath the skimpy crop top. Her hair bounced in the sunlight, and that mischievous grin of hers made my chest tighten. She wore plenty of makeup, pink lips, eyeliner and had adorned her cheeks with a rosy powder.
She slid into the car, shutting the door. Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to my cheek, her hand resting against her chest. “Oh, thank you so much, Nate. You’re the best cousin in the world.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, starting the car. She brought more than her body heat with her. The sweet, sexy perfume she wore filled the car instantly. “So… why’s your mom mad at you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because she’s old, that’s why.”
I frowned. “Come on. You must’ve done something.”
“She doesn’t approve of my clothes, that’s all.”
I glanced at her outfit again and snorted. “Not hard to see why.”
She swatted my arm. “Hey!”
I gave her another look, seeing her short, ripped jeans cutoffs and her toned belly. “Geez. Why can’t you just dress and act normal for once? The reckless driving was a big deal.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Admit it. You like my clothes. You’re always staring at girls in outfits like this.”
She wasn’t wrong. My mouth opened, then shut again. “Never mind.”
She blew a raspberry at me and plugged her phone into Apple CarPlay. Slow, sensual music filled the car. A moment later, her hand slid onto my thigh.
“Do you know what my gift will be?” she asked, her voice dripping with tease.
I glanced at her hand on my thigh and shook my head. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re broke. It’s no big deal, Isabella. You don’t have to pay me back anything.”
She pouted, swatting my arm again. “I have to give you something. I promised.”
I laughed under my breath. “What could you possibly give me? You’ve got no money.”
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m not broke. I’ve got something better.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Like what?”
Her lips curled into a grin. “I’ll give you roadhead.”
My mouth opened, eyes flicking from the road to her. “You’re fucking nuts,” I muttered, but my cock was already stiffening at the idea.
Her hand slid higher on my thigh until she cupped the bulge straining against my jeans. “Doesn’t feel like you think I’m nuts. Raise your hips so I can pull these down.”
I gripped the wheel tighter. “No way. If we get caught, I’ll lose my license.”
She gave me a look that was half playful, half daring. “Don’t be such a bore. I know you think I’m hot.”
She wasn’t wrong, and she knew it. I bit my lip, eyes locked on the road, and finally lifted my hips just enough. She tugged my jeans down, freeing me.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Her eyes lit up the moment my cock sprang free, thick and hard in her hands. “Hmm,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around me and giving a slow stroke as I tried to keep the car steady.
Then she lowered her head. And before I even knew it, her hot mouth closed around me, and I gasped.
“Fuck, Isabella,” I said.
She hummed against me as she sank deeper onto my rod. I glanced down for a split second, watching her lips stretched around my cock while the highway stretched endlessly in front of us.
“You’re fucking wild,” I said, half in disbelief, half in ecstasy.
She pulled back for a second, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Eyes on the road,” she teased before sinking her mouth back down on me.
I groaned, forcing myself to stare straight ahead. My foot eased off the gas without me realizing, the car slowing as panic wrestled with pleasure. “Jesus, Isabella … I’m gonna crash.”
She kept stroking me with her hand while sucking me harder, her cheeks hollowing.
“No wonder you lost your license when you act like this,” I muttered through clenched teeth.
She giggled around my cock, pulling off just long enough to smirk up at me. “Oh, relax. Live a little.” Her tongue licked every side of my shaft before she swallowed me down again, slow and wet.
I tightened my grip on the wheel, eyes darting to the left. My stomach dropped. A woman driving in the next lane was staring into our car, her face twisted in a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
“Fuck,” I said louder than I meant to. “Someone’s looking at us!”
Isabella popped her mouth free with a wet sound, her lips glistening. “Who cares?” she whispered with a grin, then took me back in, pushing deeper this time, like she was trying to swallow me whole.
I groaned, jaw tight, fighting to keep the car steady. She bobbed faster, each motion pulling me closer to the edge. The highway blurred in my vision, every nerve in my body screaming while I prayed I wouldn’t drift off the road.
Her head bobbed up and down, spit trailing from her lips as she swallowed me deeper each time. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching over with one hand, squeezing her tit through the thin crop top. She moaned around my cock and bobbed her head quicker. There were no teeth, only the hot, sweet pressure of her lips and mouth. It was incredibly wet too, droplets pooling around the base as the tip kept bonking against the back of her throat.
“God, you suck like a pro,” I groaned, trying to keep the car steady.
Her eyes flicked up at me, wicked and playful, even as her lips stretched wide around me.
Instead of pulling away, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out. My hips jerked, the wheel swerving for a split second before I corrected.
“Fuck, Isabella… I’m not gonna last,” I said, my voice ragged.
She didn’t let up. Her hand pumped the base of my shaft while her mouth sucked the rest, every slick sound making it harder to hold back.
“Fuck—” My whole body tensed, and I exploded in her mouth.
I groaned loudly, clenching the steering wheel with one hand while the other squeezed her breast tight. She kept sucking, milking every last drop out of me. She didn’t spit anything out. She swallowed every drop, gulping down my semen.
When I finally glanced down, she pulled back slowly, a string of spit connecting her lips to my cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You drive better when you’re relaxed,” she teased with a giggle.
I exhaled hard, still gripping the wheel. “You’re fucking insane.”
“Maybe,” she said, licking her lips. “But you loved it.”
The tension in my body finally eased as I merged into the right lane. My chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, but a stupid grin tugged at my lips. I couldn’t believe what just happened, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
Beside me, Isabella leaned back in her seat, humming to herself like she had just finished a lollipop. She looked satisfied and proud.
“Happy now?” she asked, flashing me a sly smile.
I chuckled. “Yeah. More than happy.”
She rested her hand on my thigh again, giving it a playful squeeze. “Good. That was fun.”
By the time we pulled into the mall parking lot, I was still in the post orgasmic afterglow. I shifted into park and glanced at her. “Here you go. Try not to get into trouble.”
She smirked, grabbed her bag, and then, without warning, tugged her crop top down. One perfect tit popped free, her pink nipple hardening in front of my eyes.
“Pick me up later,” she teased, leaning in close so only I could hear. “If you do, I’ll suck you off again. Maybe even better.”
My cock twitched at the sight, even though I was still drained. I swallowed, nodding quickly. “Yeah. I’ll be here.”
She giggled, tucked herself back in, and hopped out of the car. She gave me one last flirty wave before disappearing into the mall.
I sat there for a moment, laughing under my breath. “Jesus Christ…” I muttered to myself. But I already knew I’d be back.
The end.
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