Just A Taste 16

Thank you for reading. This is a short story about an eager girl and a lovely nonbinary Top. <3 Hope you enjoy.

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With my eyes on the road and a grip on their hand, I push their fingertips into the waistband of their jeans.

"What are you doing?" they ask in an accusatory tone.

"I want a taste."

"But you're driving."

"But I want a taste."

"Freya-"

"Pleaseeeeeee," I interrupt.

"You really want me to put my fingers in my cunt and take them out and give you a taste, while you're driving?"

"Yes," I smile big and lick my lips.

"You don't know where my hands have been," they argue back.

"Well, I have hand sanitizer in the middle console if you'd prefer and also have some baby wipes. And... you probably have gloves in that bag. Mmm. Should I pull over?" I ask.

"I think you can wait 45 minutes until we get to your house," they tease.

"But but but, I think I might die if I have to wait 45 minutes," I reply.

"So dramatic," they tease.

"Pleaseeeee," I plead once again, "I bet you taste so good right now."

They chuckle and reply, "And in 45 minutes, maybe you'll find out."

"But what if it's magical and special right now and totally different than 45 minutes from now?"

"Doubtful," they reply.

I huff.

"Oh how cute," they say and rub their thumb against my fingers.

"I'm not cute, I'm horny," I say, with a pout.

"You can be both," they say as they take my hand and bring it to their belt, running my fingers along the buckle and strap.

"Mmmmmmm. Belt. I like that belt," I say as images of them using a belt on me start flooding through my mind.

"I know," they reply. Then, they unbuckle the belt and remove it slowly, sliding it through my fingers.

"Oh-" I blurt out.

"Mhm. And I know you like these jeans, too," they say as they move my fingers to the fabric of the waistband and down across their bulge.

"Oh, I do," I say and start having to spend conscious effort to focus on the road and not just pull over to the side of the road.

"It has been so fun imagining you squirm with the pictures I've sent you in these jeans," they say.

"Mmm. I have enjoyed each one," I reply, fighting the urge to take my eyes off of the road to look at them in their jeans beside me.

"I know," they say, "And I enjoyed each one of the pictures you sent me, too. You're such a tease."

I smile and reply, "I'm glad you found them helpful."

"Very helpful," they say.

"Does thinking about them now make you hard? Or maybe I should just show you the live version of those pictures?" I ask as I start to lift my dress to show my hip.

"Freya-" they groaned.

I giggle and continue to lift my dress, storing the material under my elbow to hold it up, exposing everything from my waist downward.

"Freya!" they gasped.

"Is it..... helpful?" I tease, wiggling a little in my seat.

"It's... something," they say as they adjust themselves in their seat.

"Something... good?" I ask, grinning.

They press their fingers into their cunt with a sigh. "You can be the judge of that," they say as they remove their fingers and offer their hand to me.

"Oh, thank you!" I squeak out in glee as I take their hand and press their index and middle finger to my mouth to give them a kiss. Then, I open my mouth and suck them into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tips and then move my tongue in a broad stroke from bottom to top and then suck hard.

"Unnnnffff, Freya-"

I pop my mouth off of them and moan softly. "Mmmmmm. You taste so very good," I say.

"Fuuuuuuuck."

"Mmm yes please; I would love to fuck you. I want to know what your cock feels like on my tongue again. And again. And again," I reply.

"Well," they sigh and take a deep breath, "I can tell you that my cock would very much like that, too."

"Mmm," I press their fingers back into my mouth and move my tongue in a small up and down motion along the crease between their fingers, over and over and over again.

"Another kryptonite," they say.

"Mmmmm," I smile as I lick and softly suck at their fingers.

"You are making me so hard," they say.

I take their fingers out of my mouth, bringing them back down and holding their hand on the center console. "Mmm. I don't know why. I haven't even touched your cock."

"Oh you know why. And you're going to get it for doing this."

"Get what?" I reply, giggling.

"Well, I think I'll start with the belt."

"Oh?" I squeak out.

"Mhm. And then I am going to see how many times I can make you cum with these fingers," they say as they wiggle their fingers in my hand.

"Oh my. Mmmm. And when can suck your cock?"

"You're such an eager girl, hm?" they ask.

"Yes, Sir."

"We'll see," they say.

"We'll see? What does that mean? Do I get to suck your cock first?"

"It means we'll see. Do you want to be a good girl?" they ask.

"Y- ye- yessss. I do," I reply.

"Then we'll see."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

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They close the door behind them, and before I know it, I'm pinned against the wall. I shriek. I look up at them timidly and whisper, "oh, hi."

"Hello," they reply with a smile as they hold my chin between their thumb and index finger, and then their lips are on mine.

Their hands move up to my neck, fingers sliding up into my hair. They grasp and gently tug, holding me in place. I moan softly into their lips as I lose myself in their fervour.

My hands run over their shirt along their chest and down to the bottom. I slip my hands under and move the shirt upward, pushing it to their shoulders and they let go of me for a moment as they help me remove it.

I run my fingers up and down their shoulders to chest and hold onto them as I kiss the newly exposed skin, slowly moving my kisses down their chest. I lower myself further as my kisses trail down until I am on my knees in front of them, looking up at them.

"May I... kiss you... here?" I plead, my fingers slipping through the belt loops of their jeans.

They raise an eyebrow as they look down at me. "Kiss me where? On my belt loops?"

"Mmm... no, may I unzip your jeans and... kiss your cock?"

They smile and maintain steady eye contact as they unbuckle and slowly remove their belt. I gulp and bite my lip. They toss their belt to the side and continue, unbuttoning their jeans. They smirk as I squirm. They take my hand and press it down their underwear.

"You want... this cock?" they ask as my index finger finds the wet warmth of their cock.

I nod and take a deep breath as my brain fumbles for words and I just squeak out, "yes."

"Good. My cock craves your tongue, too."

They lower their clothes and grab my head in their hands, getting a good grip of my hair, and then press my face in, my mouth finding their cock and starting to lick in short upward and downward strokes.

"Mmmmm," I moan softly as I continue, my hands holding onto their thighs to keep me steady. Their grip tightens and presses me harder into them. I respond with quickened broad strokes of my tongue and then nibble gently at the tip.

"Fuuuuuuck" they moan out, "you feel so fucking good."

I smile and then suck hard and lick up and down and then swirl my tongue around and around and around.

They pull me away from them and as I look up with a pout on my face, I find them looking down at me with still steady desire.

"I'm taking you to your bed. Come on."

"Oh, yes, please, Sir," I giddily respond.

Still maintaining a tight grip on my hair, they begin walking toward the bedroom, leading me on my hands and knees.

Once we get to the bed, they pull up on my head and I hold onto their legs as I find my way back to standing. They drop their grip of my hair and remove my dress, kissing my skin and then suck hard to form small hickies along my collarbone. I squeal as they lift me and place me onto the bed.

"Don't move. I'm going to go retrieve my bag."

"Yes, Sir," I smile and wait, biting my lip with impatience.

They come back with a hood in hand and a smirk on their face. "Can I interest you in -"

"Oh yes please, Sir," I eagerly reply.

They chuckle and fit the hood over my head and my newly impaired vision makes me feel dependent and giddy with anticipation.

"Feel okay?" they ask.

"It feels wonderful, Sir," I reply.

"Good. Now stay still," they order.

"Okay," I reply.

I start to hear them removing other items from their bag. I dig my fingers into my thighs and take deep breaths to calm my anxious anticipation. They seemingly finish and they pull me on top of them as they lay down on the bed.

They lift the hood just to uncover my mouth and meet my lips once again, their tongue dipping into my lips and finding mine with more intent desire.

They break the kiss and softly whisper into my ear, "I want to see what you can do using your dildo on me with the hood on. Do you think you're up for the challenge?"

I giggle and reply, "Yes, I think I'd enjoy that quite a lot, Sir."

They help me to move down the bed and kneel between their thighs, and then hand me my dildo. I lower my mouth to their cock and start to lick and suck while I start to press the dildo inside of them. I begin to move it slowly in and out while I lick and suck at their clit.

After a few minutes, their hand guides me away from their cock and I hear the click of the Hitachi. I smile and continue my strokes in and out with the dildo and smile as I hear their heavier breathing and sounds of pleasure.

I hear them climb higher and higher to their peak as we continue and then - "Oh, I'm going to cum," and my stomach flutters as I hear them reach their orgasm.

I slow my pace as they come back down and rest my head on their inner right thigh. I softly run my fingers across their skin, finding their other inner thighs to their hips and chest, gently cooing and matching their deeper, steadier breaths.

"Mmmm, thank you, Sir. That was such a treat."

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I hope you enjoyed it.

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Yours Truly,

Freya. XOXO.