A/n: this one for yall cos we still a thirst trap

Lips danced together in our kiss. Forgot the world forgot tomorrow. It carried away me, and because of all those times he stop just short. That tension piled up inside boiling away until it burned in my center. The angst and doubt combined with the sweetness. It was the sweetness of him that was my absolute undoing. The times when it was just us together like now that sent me over the edge. I suckled his tongue moving back towards the car. Asher followed me tightening his arms around me holding me in place for more. But I took more steps back and then out of his hold. Asher turns to follow me. His nebulous eyes lock on me. I give him a big toothy smile and pushed him and he tumbles into the back seat of the muscle car. As always like magic Asher pulls off sexy disheveled as well as he pulls off music mogul and rockstar. All of them are him. I unzip my pants pulling them down slowly and then stepping out of them. He lifts his eyebrow at me. I throw my pants in the front passenger seat. Followed by my panties. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be fully naked so; I kept my top on.

"I'm getting whatever I want... Everything." I say to him.

"Everything?" He chuckles. He follows my lead getting undressed and throwing it in the front seat.

"Yup," I answer and then climb on top straddling him in the back seat.

"So, I guess I'm talking to Pussz-" I cover Asher's mouth. When did Pusszy become my alter ego?

"Don't ruin this. If you ruin this I'm going to be beyond mad." I bite his neck. And Asher hisses then his hands wrapped around my hips shifting me on top of him. Lining me up with him but I didn't want that. My tummy burned as I shifted on top of him his length hardened under me. His hardness skates along my greedy clit with every shift of my searching hips.

We had to slow down because this was like a runaway car. We went from something sweet into something like this and I wasn't going to get what I wanted. What I wanted that first time I got a chance. I lick my lips but my hips wouldn't stop and that slick creaminess built.

"Stop," I said. Asher stopped but my ass didn't I was still grinding into that good warm feeling between us. When I hit a really good spot for both of us He groans at the same time as me. His hand was crushingly tight on my hip. Get your shit together B. I stop myself from getting to that point. That tight feeling in my tummy. Sit still on top of him with my eyes close getting my shit back together.

I turned around on top of him and face what I'd been wanting to take a look at for a while. The grin that spread across my face was unseemly as I looked at my prize. Asher's tattoos go almost everywhere except for his face. With an evil smile, my fingers trace the tattoo's on his inner thigh. I wanted it my way, and I was getting it my way. No stops no take backs none of that bullshit from before. As my lazy finger traced those pretty tattoos it finally ran into the prize I was looking for. That prize was paying as much attention to my touches because he was ready to go.

Asher's cock wasn't pretty. If anything, I'd say he had a blue-collar cock. Thick, hard, and ready to do the job. His cock was as much of a bruiser as he was and it made me want to giggle. Cockz came to mind, but it was me ruining it now. Besides Asher isn't a nerd. And his bruiser of a cock has that going to make you pay look to it. No, not pretty at all but handsome for sure.

I'm not sure why but for some reason thinking of it as Cockz helped. As much as I wanted to play with this thickness it was still new. I'd never actually done this before.

"Birdy?" Asher asked chuckling. He grabs at my thigh to pull me back around to him.

"No..." I said to him. My frustration was building and the fear that he'd dick me down and distract me from what I really wanted. He stopped what he was doing and waited. He was hard with a pretty wet pearl at the end of his fat head. My mind was fixated on it. When we were on his couch and he stop me when I wanted to wasn't going to happen this time. As I bring my mouth to that pearl I swipe my tongue across that meaty head. Asher grunted hard his hips following me with that quick swipe of my tongue. He tasted spicy, and I rolled him around my mouth. His abs tightened and another rich spurt of pre-cum rolled down my fist around his cock.

Probably should be doing something sexy, or slow. Worked up to him but I didn't. I had him finally, and I was taking what I wanted. Maybe Asher was right and Pusszy is my alter ego. My hand around his girthy shaft worked more of his flavor into my mouth. There was no preamble because too many times I was stopped. But this is mine now.

I watched Asher closely the same way he always watched me. For little tips of his pleasure and I touched his sac and his leg jumped. I knew I hit on something he liked. Licking at that fat crest at the same time resulted in a lovely bone-deep groan from him. His hand grabbed hold of my ass his fingers biting into the flesh of my ass like it was a lifeline. I smiled into my prize chasing his pleasure and working faster. More experimentation was needed. I was green; I mean we only had sex that one time. I passed out, so it wasn't like I was getting seconds and thirds to know the score. But I promised myself right then and there I was going to get good at this. With every lick of my tongue against that fat head work, that into my mouth stretched wide around him. He rewards me with more of his taste. My other hand rolls his sac and his hard abs clenched under me.

Sharp pain, a fleshy slap on my ass has me paused a quarter down his shaft. I moan around Asher the pain mixing with my excitement in an intoxicating blend.

"Slow down, Birdy," Asher grunts at me. His big hand massages my ass spreading the fiery pain out. I whine around him, as the greedy haze doesn't abate. It was probably wrong to try and have as much as I could before he attempted to take it away. But our relationship so far has conditioned this response and I have simply been waiting for it too long. I kept going down his length just before it got too hard to keep going down. I back up on his hot, slick shaft and try again to get more of him down.

I wanted to have it all. With every rub of Asher grabbing thick handfuls of my ass it spurred me on. His thumb works between my legs opening me up and swiping across my sensitive clit. It was the quickest of touches and got my attention but didn't stop me from getting what I wanted most of all.

He was too close to the back of my throat and I wasn't anywhere near all the way down. Instead of gagging, I backed off in confusion. Yeah, I was green as fuck with sex. I hated being green so much. It was the not knowing how to give him this pleasure that pissed me off the most. Because he knew how to ruin me and I had no idea how to do it back. My hips circled with his touch and the metal of his nipple pierced so cold against my inner thigh. A slick squirm on top of his chest with the sharp sink of his teeth into the thick flesh of my inner thigh. I shivered that the sensation eyes closing but my task could not be stopped.

"I said... slow down Birdy," he laced his voice with dark chocolaty menace and I moan around him in answer. I wasn't following what he wanted, and I was seconds from gagging again trying to take an extra bit. But it was so much fun to play. He slaps my ass and the meaty sound mix with the pants of our hot breaths and quiet moans. As if neither of us wanted to break the moment up at all. Maybe Asher realized how green I was and he was stopping me from fucking up. But every time he slaps my ass my core clenched and my brain goes fuzzy. Then he rubs his hand where he slaps and spreads the fire out which makes me want more faster, as fast as I can get it. It's all so confusing like a fucked up circle of pleasure. The more pumped I get the more I want then slapped for trying to take too much. On the upside, Asher seem to love my ass and I smiled around him at the thought.

My hand wraps tight working up and down the shaft with a rhythm. The only time I stop is to come back up and lick up all the new taste. I loved the effect I was having on him. The rich sounds he made with each touch. Moved to the side so when I looked back at him he could see his fat head a slave to my tongue. Asher's nebulous eyes made contact with mine widening at the sight of me. Green or not I thought he found Jesus. Asher bit his lower lip hard as another hot spurt of pre-cum hits my questing tongue. When his eyes opened to me again, I let him watch me go right back down getting back to work.

I was a sloppy mess on top of him and when his two fingers slid into my creamy hotness. Spreading me out, it was a shock to my system, but I was beyond ready. I wanted him with me when I came. Even while my core clenched and grasp I worked at him.

"Birdy, I'm going to cum lift up," Asher says through clenched teeth. I knew I had him, he was at the edge, his sac so tight his hips lifting up to my greedy mouth. That first hot burst hit the back of my throat and I swallowed milking more out with my hands and mouth. Each hard spurt follows by a pained grunt from Asher. My lips came up to his fat head, and I kissed his tip. Swallowing at the same time and smiling at my job well done. I turn my head back to Asher, with that kind of cat that ate the cream smile.

Asher's eyes were closed his strained neck stretched back against the car door. Hard panting breaths came hot and fast. I wanted to giggle and do a little dance. I'd had some solo fun at my house imaging what it would be like to do this to Asher. Getting it done I felt like a million bucks. A wet thump against my hand. When I turn back to his cock, it was still hard. I stared at it as if it offended me. Poked it with my finger but still pretty hard.

Isn't it supposed to go down?

Maybe I did it wrong...?

Confusion spread across my face and my hype from before faded. I was horny as fucked worked up to a fever pitch and I didn't suck the cock right to make it go down. I have no idea what devil climbed up in me to ask this but I did.

"Did I do wrong, it didn't go down?" That evil fucking cock bobbed at me while I was talking.

"What?" Asher answers me.

"Your..." I gestured at his thick cock bobbing at me.

"Oh, ..." he answered me. When I looked back at him he tilted his head at me as if he was trying to puzzle something out. Which was a little weird because my legs were wide open on top of him. It was so exposed I wanted to close my legs but what would be the point? "Was that the first time you did that?"

"Ya, but I did it wrong," I was so annoyed. Next time I was going to do my homework and figure this shit out. I was gonna be fucking good at it. Almost could see the notes in my journal from research incoming in my mind.

"Wait, your first time doing that?"

"Yes, I answer him again," I reach my hand out giving it a second try. Asher hisses the second my hand makes contact with his slick shaft. He sits straight up and then pulls me up so I am up against the back of the seat hanging over the backside ass up. I brace myself with both my hands on the trunk over the back seat.

I feel his strong hand on my ass as his hard cock shoves into my wetness. There was no preamble, and the first thrust was fast and hard. He worked himself into me reaching deep and it stung even with me being past ready. He'd ever taken me like this before. The moan was hard and guttural as his length hit the end of me. His hand grasps my neck pulling me back to him as his teeth sunk into the bird tattoo he so loves to play with.

I was gone so quick, clenching around him as the ripples spread out.

"Too fucking tight, Birdy." He kept repeating it like a mantra into my neck. His other hand grasped my breast working at my nipple under my shirt and then switching to the left. My breasts were so heavy and raw that I couldn't think straight. We were wild on top of those hills above the stars on earth. But below the star system above us. It was only grunts, and Asher repeating over and over. "Birdy into my neck." His hand is so tight as caged as any bird. I was stretched, so full with too much in me already. He pinches my nipple and on another moan, he slides deeper bottoming out in me with quick strokes.

Once he hits the end of me his teeth go right back into my neck sinking down again as the bite gets tighter. His hips slapped into my fresh spank ass spreading that pain and pleasure out. It was too many sensations too fast and my greedy core clenched like a tight fist around him gasping for more. I whined in the back of my throat at the edge as I met him pushing back into him.

His arm wraps tight around my waist caging me in as my orgasm blooms. I open to him letting him hit hard taking him. Deep punishing strokes straight to my core. But he wasn't with me. I felt the strain in him; he was so thinking and hard inside me that he was shaking. His hand never got tighter around my throat his teeth weren't breaking the skin but he wasn't with me. He was growling in the back of his throat ready. My hands were intertwined with his around my throat. The movement of my thumb against it back and forth soothingly against his hand.

"I got you, Asher," his head leans against the back of my neck. And his body shakes against my back. Hard grunts follow as he seats himself deep into me at my voice as I repeat the words to him again.

"Birdy," Asher says with a strained voice. He joins me as my core milks him. His hot breath pants against my bird tattoo and his nose nuzzled my neck. The weight of him against my back felt so good. Warm, and heavy with the spice of him surrounding me on all sides. It settles me, centering me to us locked together. Wetness runs down my leg. His thumb rubs back and forth against the teeth mark grooves in my neck making me shiver with each swipe. As if my tattoo was one big erogenous zone and he could control it with a button. I put my head down on the cool trunk top. The cold metal spreads out the heat from my hot skin.

I was completely out of breath. The tired I'd been holding off with an iron fist was slipping in. I turned my body over wiggling out from under Asher's weight to lay on my back. A lazy grin spread across my face and I put my hand over my eyes. Catching my breath and mellowing out was a priority. I'd never felt this expose before. That wasn't like any sex I'd ever had. But if I was honest with myself I came hard. It was out of this world good. That post-sex goofy grin wasn't sliding off my face. I took a big breath and decided the spanking was spicy. Yeah, I could be fake pissed about it but I grew up on 90s R&B and spanking ain't a new sex concept if I'm honest with myself.

My hand slid off my eyes. I'm not sure If I was trying to give him the ole pat on the back for a job well done. We should probably still have a conversation about what went down. Yeah, it was Wheelz but better say something than not say anything at all and cause confusion. As my hand slipped away from my eyes a view of Asher huddling into the corner of the backseat. He was hard pressed against the door I thought he was going to blend into it. His gaze was filled with fear. He had a sickly pallor spreading as his hand on my thigh tighten. The sickness boiled in my stomach.

"I-I-I," he launches himself over the front seat of the muscle car. He rummages through the front seat pulling papers out and discarding others on the floor. Asher thrust a file of papers into my hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, really I'm fine with the spanking it felt good." The sickness didn't go away but Asher's agitation was setting my nerves on end. His hand reaches out touching my inner thigh and the wetness there.

"Oh," as it clicks. "Oh---oh.. oh shit."

"I don't have anything, I'm clean. I get checked once every three months." He blurts out the information about his life and how he'd been busy, so it's been just me since his last appointment. Dustin's funeral, is busy, he repeats in a loop babbling but the information doesn't seem to want to sink in fully. He came in me... I need to say something.. Say something Wheelz.

"I'm on birth control, and I've not been with anyone in a long time. Had to be checked out to be on the show with everyone else, I'm clean."

"I've never had sex without a condom." He looks completely baffled.

"Me either."

Why does he go around with that in his car like that? What kind of shit does he get up to that he needs that? It was so fucking weird.

Asher grabs me and wraps his arms around me. My back to him and it reminded me so much of being on top of the stranger danger van's roof at the campfire. But at the same time, it also reminded me of the on top of the trunk. His thumb caressed back and forth against my tattoo. Asher cages me in his arms as if he thinks I am really the birdy he always calls me and I'll fly away.

"It was too fast, I'm sorry. You were cute and confused." He sighs into my neck and his body relaxes into me. Asher seems to be better when he has his hands on me. And with his change, I follow him and my body leans back into him. "I should have been more careful with you."

"Where cool, just... don't lie to me. When we are done we're done and I'm ok with that. But if it involves me keep it honest." It was a dumb thing to say, and it exposed more of my past than I wanted to expose. A guy who was being nice and pity fuck me on a prom night could have that much of an impact on my life is nuts but it did and does. Having someone lie to you and you realize they were inside of you is weird as fuck. I feel his nod against my neck. I really wasn't mad about the no condom because well, he was clean and it was an accident. Neither of us was being careful.

His hand was on my thigh and his half-hard cock grows against my back. A finger plays with us together moving between my legs and lazily touching my core. I wanted to turn around and see his face because he seem to be fascinated by us mixed together. His hardness grew against my back. Fuck... Does he ever not get hard? I was tired as fuck. The day had been too much combined with my normal work-school life split. Along with the long drive and I was ready to go to sleep. My eyelids grew heavy in his arms. I was still caged by him surrounded by the smell of us together. The stars of Los Angeles city below, behind the Hollywood sign. And above my head the stars above LA. We... Asher and I sandwich between them. Just like for Asher this place holds a special memory for me too. Forever no matter how this went it would hold special memories for me too.

My last words before sleep drew me into my sleeping stars.

"Thank you, Asher..."

A/n: if you haven't already star'd my stuff plz do. Do the comments to it all. It helps out so much. thank you for reading.