Free Wallbanger by Sable Jordan Page A

sputtered and she
smiled. “You’re awful cute when you’re flustered. What do you do,
Danny?”
    His eyes shifted away from her nervously. Don’t blow this. “Risk assessment.”
    Lana nodded. “Explains the Jekyll and Hyde
routine you’ve got going. So in the bar you thought you had a
chance, but out here…?”
    Like an idiot, Danny didn’t respond. Her
frankness hadn’t been accounted for.
    “How about this,” Lana said. “Walk me to your car. I took a cab here. You up for letting me
ride?”
    He watched her mouth again. The cadence of
her voice was slow, and pink lips formed each word perfectly as
though she was trying hard to keep from slurring.
    Tequila’s setting in ….
    “Danny?”
    He snapped out of his stupidity long enough
to act. Gripping her elbow, he guided her to the plain sedan across
the street, unnecessarily checking for cars. It was nearing one in
the morning in the little town of McLean. Anyone not at The Pub was
already in bed. He opened the passenger door and saw her in, then
rounded the bumper and slid into the driver’s seat, fitting the key
in the ignition. “Where to?” The dependable car fired to life and
he waited for directions.
    “Your place works for me.”
    His brows went up. “Thought you had an early
class.”
    “I’ll be there in time. I don’t plan to
sleep.”
    Before he managed to bungle this opportunity,
Danny pulled from the curb. Lana leaned toward him and brushed his
neck, her hands trailing down his chest. His heart raced. He hadn’t
fucked a hot co-ed since college, and from the way she was
behaving, he was about to break the streak. He would have closed
his eyes but he had to focus on driving the distance to his
apartment.
    With one hand she worked at his belt,
masterfully disengaged it from the buckle, then unfastened his
slacks and tugged down the zipper. Her knuckles grazed his lower
abs when she dipped her hand into his briefs and his foot jerked on
the accelerator. He immediately corrected, heart pounding in his
chest.
    “Careful, sweetie.” She massaged his cock in
her warm hand, slow strokes away from his body. He could feel
himself leaking against the pad of her thumb, and she rubbed the
wetness around the sensitive crown.
    His foot hit the gas again. “Lana,” he
warned. How could something so heavenly be so dangerous? If she
kept it up they’d wreck.
    “I want you ready for me once we get there,”
she whispered, “so all I have to do is hop on and ride.” She
continued to nip his neck, licked the sensitive spot below his ear.
“Just breathe, baby.”
    A red light loomed up ahead, but Daniel
couldn’t wait. Without slowing, he wheeled the car into an empty
lot and slapped it into park.
    Lana looked out at the loading bays of an
abandoned business complex and giggled. “Nice place you have
here.”
    “Come on,” he said hurriedly. Yanking the bar
beneath his seat, the chair slid to the back of the track. Then he
leaned forward to push the steering wheel up as far as it would go
to give her room. “Come sit on my lap.”
    “Condom first. Minimize the risk, right?”
    He didn’t have condoms, or any other sort of
prophylactic, but if he didn’t come soon he’d feel it for days.
    Lana’s hand in her purse quelled his anxiety.
“Don’t worry. Got you covered.” She pulled out the rubber and a
jumbo pen.
    “What’s that?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t so
far out of the loop when it came to sex that he didn’t know an
adult toy when he saw one. But they came in so many shapes
nowadays….
    “Insulin,” she said, a little
embarrassed.
    “You’re diabetic?”
    She nodded and unrolled the condom down his
turgid shaft, stroking twice from root to tip firmly. Every other
thought left his brain, moaning as she continued, slowly at first,
then pumping faster and faster until his hips lifted from the seat
and he bucked into her hot hand.
    “Oh, damn!” he screamed, part delicious
agony, part anger at not being inside her as his cum