Ransom

Ransom isn't fucking kidding around. After escorting me into his car, he drives me to the nearest promenade by the beach, finds a nice gelateria open late, orders the ice cream in a tub, hands it to me and sits in the car opposite me. 

Proceeding to; whipping his dick out.

I love that dick but...

...I gawk as I watch Ransom reverse the driver's seat, stroking his cock easy to some violin music and then he closes his eyes - trying to get one out quick.

"Spit," Ransom holds out one hand and waits.

I lean over and drool into his hand - already drooling because of the ice cream tub I'm holding.

I sit back in my own chair, glad the windows are tinted and the music is drowning this strange moment out.

Ransom's cock is beautiful getting pumped like that, but I'm also carefully, very carefully, pulling off the lid of the chocolate gelato. I just want a sniff. A little sneaky-peaky.

It was a home made batch - and smelled heavenly.

"More," Ransom's eyes are still shut, but his snapped command and his open palm waits for more spit, "Much more."

I lean over and I dribble as much as I can.

"Yes, Ransom," I whisper it, obediently, while he slaps his hydrated palm back to the task at hand.

Beating his meat, I very carefully peal off the paper lid next, dipping my face down - I smell the chocolate gelato. Mmm... okay... I lick it too, very slightly, you know, so you can barely even see a dent in the perfect flat top.

My nose tingles with the natural cool air off the gelato and then I replace the paper and the lid. I hold it between two cold palms, turning to see Ransom speed up his masturbating.

"Oop!" I jerk when Ransom snaps open his eyes, sits up and snatches the tub from me. I help him pull off the lid and paper - pretending it's the first time.

Ransom, somehow, manages to cum with a smirk on his face - making sure the chocolate is coated with busted nutt.

Hmmm. Ew. Or maybe yum?

I don't know what men's cum tastes like yet.

I swear I also don't like how I automatically use plural in that statement. Eek. What's wrong with my mind.

I watch in fascination as the cum solidifies on top - like quick freeze!

"Lol, look at that, Ransom, you made a smiley face with it, A plus," I giggle as Ransom turns down the volume of the classical music and then passes the tub to me, also handing over a recyclable bamboo spoon. 

"Enjoy it, you nerd," Ransom finally looks up to my face - and he loses his casual smile within seconds.

"Wh-wha-what?" I hold the gelato close to my chest, eyes popping, "What the f-?"

Ransom slowly raises a hand, licks his thumb pad and then reaches over, wiping... a lil' smear of chocolate ice cream from the tip of my nose. 

"Cherry," Ransom drawls, "I delight you with a show where I do all the fucking work - and you take the time to be a disobedient brat again?"

"I just smelled it, and like, tasted, like, you know, like I didn't even taste it," I slap the lid back on the ice cream, with the cum on top.

Ransom does up his zip, raises a brow and growls, "Eat it now you idiot. Are you going to savour it for later, Slave? You. Don't. Have. Rights. Use your fucking tongue now, and lick it up," Ransom snatches the spoon from my trembling hand and I pop open my lips.