The Waiting Game

As I open my mouth I can taste the pearly liquid seeping from his head. Licking it off is a diligent and slow task, savored with great pleasure; the slower the better.

This, of course, drives Finn to a virtual frenzy, no matter how hard he tries to keep his composure.

Soon his fingers are winding their way through my hair, grabbing chunks of it and using it for what he perceives is control.

Silly boy.

I have his cock in my mouth and my hands on his ass.  

He is leaning against the wall in a parking garage with his jeans around his thighs.

Exposed to the night air and anyone who happens to enter the third floor...

His hard cock juts fiercely from his naked torso.

It's a beautiful sight.

And I am in no hurry.

I grab the base of his shaft and his ambitious body thrusts his hips forward but because of my grip, he manages no more than the head past my lips.

I smile up at him and something in my eyes, he says later, alerts him he has crossed the line and strikes fear in his heart.  He gives me the pleading look, the hooded glance, his chest heaving in tormented lust.

Precum drips off the tip and I let it go.

Standing, I yank his jeans up over his hips and watch as his hand grips his shaft, milking it, urging me to suck the gloss off the head.

As tempting as this is, the frenzy he is in is too delicious to give in to.

"Get in the car" I say quietly and begin to pull his arm in my direction.

His feet stand planted firmly, cock in hand, and he looks momentarily defiant.

I walk around to the driver's side and get behind the wheel.  He stands there and then we hear the chatter of people coming up the stairs.  Finn laughs and jumps in the car, momentarily agreeable.

Of course once we are in the car he begins to stroke his cock.

I smile and pull out of the lot and down the ramp.  Finn pumps his fist furiously for two floors and then realizes I am going to continue driving, paying little attention to him.
As we are approaching the guard gate he starts to scramble.  I don't slow down. Quickly he reaches behind the seat and grabs his jacket and over his lap it goes for the second time in less than an hour.
Greatly amused at this display, I pay the $2 fee and comment that I should have told him I had no cash so he would have had to dig for his wallet in his back pocket.
Finn, not missing a beat, informs me haughtily that his wallet is in his jacket pocket.
"Yes, but you are still quite exposed" I reply, smiling and quickly yank the jacket off his lap and toss it out of his reach.
Momentarily stunned, he then regains his composure and stuffs his semi-hard cock back into his jeans and zips them up.
He falls silent, seems even a tad huffy, and looks out the window.
This of course, makes me laugh all the more, because while Evan can be surly and moody, Finn is not.
I let him be and we drove home in mock silence.
Well almost silence.  After abut 7 minutes he couldn't stand it.  He started shifting in his seat and pressing his hand down against the growing bulge in his jeans. My free hand reaches over and begins massaging the bulge until he deftly unzips again.
He teases me the rest of the way home, but I know he won't waste an orgasm in the car unless he can't stand it.  And one thing I do know about Finn is he likes the tease, in both directions, so I am pretty sure I can get him right up there where he is losing his mind.
And he doesn't disappoint.  He lets me play with the head, pulling precum off it and licking my fingers as we head into the neighborhood where I live.
Pulling up to the house, we're greeted by the sight of no cars in the driveway assuring us (although we still call out when we walk in) that my daughter is indeed out as she said she would be.
By this time he can only get his jeans comfortably zipped part way and asks sweetly if I will get him his jacket.  I hesitate and think about it, but it's not dark and my neighbors are milling around and it would be just like one of them to call to me and start up a short conversation while we are headed for the front door, so I agree and go around back and get his jacket.
At the door, I take my time, hearing him sift behind me, knowing how anxious he is. Finally I slip the key in the lock as his hands are around my waist pulling at the zipper on my shorts.
We make it in the door, call out to the non existent people and the dog who is standing in the family room looking confused, and head up the stairs.
Or so I thought.
But really, I think I made it up 2 stairs before he grabs my hips and tears my panties and shoves his cock deep into my waiting pussy.
And there, on the stairs, with the front door open and the side light window shining afternoon sun in on us, he fucks me, pulling me so tight against him that my feet come off the ground. He is over me, biting me, the frustrations of the last hour culminating in the first fuck of the night.
So much for not letting the neighbors know....