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You held your tape recorder up to the car speakers to record your favorite song. Chino had stopped at a gas station to get a drink and some cigarettes and left the car running. It was a pretty fall evening, one where you could leave the windows open and drive around town for no reason at all. The dopamine high made you feel immortal, accomplished, and like you had everything you could ever want. You had Chino after all, and that was more than enough to inflate your ego. It was fun driving around town with him and letting everyone you knew see how happy you were together. Of course, you wouldn't dare admit that out loud; that was childish, but it's how the cool weather and carefree evenings made you feel. Especially since Chino was spending the night at your place, so there wasn't any rush to do things.

“Alright!” You grinned and snapped your phone shut. The past week had been spent trying to record Wide Awake in Dreamland by Pat Benatar. You didn't have a whole lot of money for CDs or records, so this method would have to do.

Chino opened the car door and handed you a can of soda. With his hands now free, he pulled a cigarette out of the carton and lit it. “Where do you want to go, baby?” A puff of smoke filled the inside of the car before being pulled out by the wind through the window. It was only 4 o'clock, and the sun was still in the sky, not that either of you were in any rush.

“Is the mall still open?” The mall had mostly been a ghost town for a few years with the rise of crime in the area; that and the rent was too high for most of the smaller shops to stay open.

“The one in this town isn’t even worth going to.” Chino sighed and drove out of the gas station parking lot.

“Let’s go to the other one.” Your hands fiddled with the recorder as you listened to make sure you got the whole song.

“That’s 30 minutes away! And I don’t see you paying for gas.” He was half joking, but it was going to be risky trying to drive his unreliable old car over to the next town a half hour away.

“I’ll repay you, I promise.” A sarcastic chuckle came from his side of the car, but he turned and drove in the direction of the interstate. “I expect repayment before we get there.” His arm rested on the car door outside the window, looking behind him to check his blind spot before merging. There weren't many cars on the road, which made things even more peaceful.

“What do you want? I’ve only got a twenty, and if I give you that, there’s no point in going to the mall.” Still, you reached into your pocket.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Chino’s eyes briefly glanced over at you; they had a mischievous shine to them. “I want you to suck my dick while I drive you to the stupid mall.” Heat spread across your cheeks, but you knew that he really would turn the car around if you didn't, and it wasn't that you didn't enjoy sucking his dick; it was just that—"There's other people on the road! They'll see, and the cops will probably pull us over!” You weren't actually sure if it was illegal, but it probably constituted public indecency, especially with the windows rolled down.

“You must not want to go then. Alright, let me see when the next exit is, and we’ll go home.” You tried to burn holes into his skull with your glare, but instead you reached over to his pants. They were baggy, and the button was sagging down under the belt. It was only a minute before you had his pants undone, and he was left sitting in the driver's seat with his thinly clothed dick straining against his dark red boxers. The color did very little to hide the precum that was staining the fabric. With a quick glance at the cars around you, which weren't very many at all, you leaned over and kissed the tip through his underwear.

“You can’t spend the next twenty minutes teasing me; otherwise, I’ll leave you out in the car while I walk around the mall.” You roll your eyes. “I can get out of a car by myself.” Chino just laughs and grabs the back of your head, eyes darting between the road and the helpless look on your face.

“Can you now? But you seem to be struggling to pull my boxers down and shut up long enough to put your mouth to better use.” Before you can protest, he pushes your head down to his lap, and you struggle for a minute before giving in and wrapping your lips around the clothed bulge. He lets out a somewhat satisfied sigh and lets go of your head.

“Do you think you can manage to suck me off while I drive, or do I need to pull over and show you how to do it?” He knows that you've done it many times before, but it's cute to see how flustered you get, unable to defend yourself without feeling like you're proving his point, so instead of whining, you adjust to lie on your stomach across the center console and pull his dick out of the confinement of his underwear. The tip is swollen and kind of red, and when you kiss it, he hisses at the sensation.

“What’s got you so worked up?” You strain to look up a little while you gently massage his balls. A coworker once told you that the best blowjobs start at the ass, then the balls, and then the dick, if not all simultaneously. It seemed like a joke at the time, but Chino seemed to really enjoy this method a lot, even if you couldn't get to his ass right now.

“You’ve just…. Well, anytime I'm even thinking about you, I get hard. It's just ha-AHhhh.” He gasps at the feeling of you squeezing his balls a little bit harder and leaning down to suck on the tip. The precum that had stained his clothes tasted a little bit salty as you swirled your tongue over the tip.

“Oh fuckkkk, where’d you learn that?” A loud moan escapes his lips, but it's hard to hear over the rushing wind from the open window. He'd thought it was really cute the first time you had done this a few months ago; you were so timid, and he could feel how inexperienced you were. But now you had built up the confidence to try things, and each time you hollowed your cheeks out and sucked on the tip, he felt like he was about to cum, but the feeling was only enough to bring him to the edge and nothing more, which he surprisingly loved because then he'd last longer, and you'd start to get pouty at your inability to make him cum, so he could jump in and fuck your throat just how he wanted.

Your lips moved further down, and a hand wrapped around the base to keep him from pushing your head all the way down and making you gag. “Oh come on, I know you can take more. Put your hands behind your back.” You obeyed his demand, but it rendered you helpless, which was exactly what you were trying to prove you weren't. His hand moved to the back of your head again, and he gripped hard as he used your throat for his own pleasure. “Mhhhh, I want to pull over and fuck you,” he whimpered. “But I think it’ll be so much better to let you walk around the mall soaking wet and desperate for any part of me to touch you.” He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the road. “You’ll want my hands on your waist, my arm over your shoulder, maybe even my chest pressed against you when I hug you from behind.” His words were coming out shaky and strained. “You know what? I’m suddenly excited to go to the mall with you. I think I’ll take my time in there.” You choked out a whine as he spoke, his hand moving from your head to your ass, quickly slipping into your pants. Weakly you tried to keep up the same rough pace he had set, but his fingers were prodding at your soaked pussy, lubricating them and then pushing into your ass. It hurt a little, but thankfully it was just one finger to tease you.

“I’m going to cum. I want you to shove my cock so far down your throat that you don’t even taste it.” His hand pulled away from your pants, and he gripped the steering wheel to ground himself as he came down your throat. The liquid made you choke, but the little spasms of your throat from gagging felt amazing. There were about ten minutes left in the ride to the mall, and for a few minutes after his orgasm, he let you lick up the mess you had made on his dick and pull his pants back up.

When he finally did pull into the mall parking lot, you were wiping your mouth and trying to straighten up your appearance, but no matter how hard you were trying, Chino knew he was just going to mess you up again later when he took you home, or maybe he wouldn't even be able to get out of the parking lot before needing you again