I Win

After our afternoon together a few days ago, I was eager to see Armando again. I needed to see him again. He texted me to meet him behind some buildings. I didn’t know what he was planning, but was excited! We were in his truck. Armando had me turned and pressed against the seat so hard the seatbelt clip was bruising my side. Nothing registered though, nothing but his mouth on mine, our tongues tasting each other like it was the first time. And then his cell rung. Damn it! Armando pulled back and I fought to keep him from answering it but no. It was a family member. He put the distance between us and I tried to collect myself. It was still so incredible how he could make me lose control so easily. I focused on my breathing and heart rate. A deep, steadying breath. But then Armando decided not to help. His hand nonchalantly dropped to the zipper of my jeans as he spoke on the phone. I could feel my heart picking back up. Damn him. The gorgeous jerk was talking on the phone as his fingers worked my clit through my panties. My breath started to hitch. It was something only Armando knew how to do. The way his touch moved just quick enough to bring me to the edge. I was right there as he talked fucking groceries with his sibling. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming in the vehicle. The orgasm built. He saw it, grinned…and then stopped. I leveled him with my best “fuck you” glare  and received a cheeky smirk in response. Oh hell no. Two could play at that game. And that’s when my hand went to his pants. It didn’t take long before Armando quickly rushed the call to an end, just a tug to bring his dick out and a few quick strokes of the hardening shaft. It was my turn to smirk because, “I win”. He didn’t seem to mind. The windows of the truck began to fog from his own quickening breaths. I paid meticulous attention to the head, swirling my thumb over the precum and drawing it down Armando’s thick shaft until I had enough natural lube to begin speeding up. It didn’t take long. I picked up the pace. He reached an arm around me to unclasp my bra. There was probably some intent, there, but he must have forgot. Armando’s head pulled back. His beautiful lips parted in a silent moan. I had him right where I wanted him. A moment later, his dick throbbed in my grasp and he spilled cum all over himself and my hand. Armando groaned as he tried to come back to earth. “Shit,” he looked down at the mess all over himself. “Now I’m going to need to change.” He dug around for some napkins and did his best to clean up. Without a word, I leaned over and gave him a sweet, little kiss before heading back to my car. When I looked back, I could see Armando slumped back in his seat, still reeling from the hand job. I grinned to myself. Because, “I win.”