Chapter 6

That sound alone gets me off, and Ritchie’s

sock catches the brunt of my juices. I rub against his foot a

moment longer, savoring the pleasure that had spiked through me and

now begins to wane, and dreading what I might see in his face when

I open the car door and the uncompromising light overhead brings us

back to our senses. With slow movements, I pull away from him, his

limp cock slipping from my mouth like a sigh. Then I sit back, tuck

myself into my pants, pull them up again as if ashamed of my

nakedness, and I stare out the window at the club across the

street. The few patrons loitering outside take no notice of my car

or the two of us in the back seat.

With ragged gasps, Ritchie’s breathing slows.

He lays sprawled on the seat, head back, eyes half shut as if he’s

drifting off to sleep, but I know he’s watching me, I can feel that

gaze like a hand on my face. I don’t look at him, or his rucked up

shirt, or his pulled down pants. Somewhere between those two, my