The Homeboy Effect

Chapter 2: The Taste Test

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Chapter 3: The Car Seat Search

Chapter 3: The Car Seat Search She was still going when the condom wrapper caught his eye under the passenger seat. A crumpled, used wrapper. The image hit him like a punch to the gut—she had done this before, without telling him. He dug the wrapper out, his fingers tracing the shape of it, the residue of her sweat still clinging to the plastic. A wave of nausea hit him, followed by an unexpected surge of raw lust. He wanted to see her like that again, wanted to feel his own cock throbbing against her curves while he watched her take another man deep inside. He wanted to taste the evidence on his tongue, to lick the slickness off her thighs. He climbed out of the driver's seat, pulled her hips down onto his lap, and pinned her arms above her head. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her lips still swollen and slick with saliva. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, held a playful gleam. "You found it," she whispered, her voice raspy with exertion. A slow grin spread across her face as she watched him studying the condom wrapper. He leaned in close, inhaling her musky scent, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to strip her naked right there in the driveway, wanted to feel his lips on her damp skin, wanted to taste the memory of the other man still clinging to her body. But he hesitated, torn between jealousy and desire. Finally, he reached down and took her panties off, pulling them down around her ankles. She let out a soft sigh, her body slumping against his chest. He reached out and pulled the wrapper off the condom, his fingers tracing the imprint of her curves on the latex. He opened his mouth and took a slow, deliberate lick around the rim, savoring the taste of her mingled with the other man's seed. She arched her back into his touch, her hips bucking against his chest as she felt his tongue circling her lips. He knew she wanted him to take it all—the condom, the evidence, the memory. He wanted that too. He wanted to consume every inch of her, to make her forget the other man ever existed. He pulled her hips up onto his dick and slid inside, pressing his body against hers until they were flush. He held her hips against his waist and started rocking slowly, sliding deep inside her, relishing the feel of her body molding around his cock. He looked down at her face, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He knew he couldn't keep that look on her face forever. But for now, he was content to hold her, to feel her warmth against his skin, to taste the memory of the other man on his tongue.