Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields

knees together to ease the throb.
    “Fuck buddy is a crude, rudimentary word.”
    “Say it again,” I nearly beg.
    “Fuck. Buddies.”
    “It doesn’t sound crude the way you say it.” I grab his hand as it passes across my chest again and press it tightly against me.
    He squeezes my breast, and I nearly come.
    “No.” His voice is a low rumble.
    “What?” I gasp.
    “If you and I are gonna do this fuck buddy thing…”
    I mewl at the way he says it.
    He draws a sharp breath between his teeth. “We do this, and I want two promises from you.”
    “You keep playing with my tits, and I will promise you the moon.”
    “I hate when you talk like that.”
    I reach over and grab him firmly. “I don’t care, because my secret”—I squeeze his cock—“likes it a lot.”
    “I hate to admit it, Madison”—he squeezes my tit—“but you are so fucking right. Two. Things,” he grits out as he pushes against my hand.
    “Let’s hear it.” I close my eyes and push against his touch.
    “We come together,” he says, and if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on, I may have tried reading into that statement. “When it ends, you can’t hate me, and I can’t hate you.”
    And then there is no reading into anything.
    “I have some demands myself,” I say, pushing his hand off and unbuckling my seatbelt.
    “Seatbelt, sweet thing.”
    I get on my knees and lean across the console. While I kiss his neck, I undo his pants.
    “No one else gets this for as long as it’s my secret.”
    “Secrets go to the grave, Madison. Let’s not fool ourselves.”
    “Your cock,” I say in his ear, “is my secret.”
    “It sure is,” he groans as I pull him free.
    “If you stick it in anyone else while I am fucking you, I will cut it off.”
    A deep, dark laugh comes out of him. “I’ve never done that, but don’t mistake this for a commitment.”
    “Okay,” is all I say before stroking him as I bend down and take him in my mouth as fully as I can.
    “Jesus Christ, Madison,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me break the rule if you keep doing that.”
    I let him fall out of my mouth and look up at him, “Well, then, as much as I like breaking rules, a promise is a promise.”
    “Madison?” he snarls. “Shut up and suck my cock. I’ll improvise.”
    “Thank God.” I like the way he feels in my mouth, so hard and velvety soft. The way it glides in and out.
    I trace the veins on the underside with my tongue, and he groans as his hand slides down my back and under my waistband.
    “No underwear,” I pant. “Remember?”
    “Tell me a secret?”
    “Um …?” I stop to think.
    “With your mouth,” he says as his finger rubs the crack of my behind.
    I roll my eyes at the stupidity, and he winks.
    “Right.”
    He pulls me toward him and his finger rubs between my lips—electric.
    I moan, and he hisses. His finger pushes inside of me and immediately hits the spot that makes me tremble. I stroke him faster, take him deeper.
    “I’m gonna come sooner rather than later if you don’t slow it down,” he growls.
    I don’t slow down. I can’t. I want to taste his cum. I want it so badly.
    Another finger slides in as he rubs faster, harder, stretching me more.
    I feel my body tense, and the knot in my belly forms, followed by heat everywhere.
    “Give it to me, sweet thing,” he groans out as his thumb presses against my clit.
    I cry out then feel hot jets shooting into my throat. I close my mouth around him as we come together. Then I lick him slowly, cleaning, stroking, savoring.
    “You like my cum, don’t you?”
    I pull my mouth away as he slides his fingers out of me.
    Before I can answer, he licks his fingers. “You’re such a sweet, sweet thing.”
    “Is that what you meant when you called me sweet thing and not that I was actually sweet ?” I gasp.
    His lips curl up at the corner, and he shrugs. “Take it any way you want it.”
    I sit back and buckle my seatbelt. He reaches over and clasps his hand