#franco corelli

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"You good?" Franco asks me, fingers tapping on the steering, eyes flickering over to me, before being back on the street, like the traffic is going to disappear as soon as he closes his eyes.

"Hm..." I just hum, eyes wandering over his body. When exactly did he decide to ditch his shirt again? It is hot, probably the right decision, but now in the dark, the only light is reflected by his slightly sweaty skin, fuelling my thoughts in my head.

"I know this is tiring, but I promise it will be worth it." Franco refers to the traffic, but my mind is in a completely different state and when he places his hand on my thigh to squeeze it reassuringly, I can't stop the whimper from leaving my lips.

Franco is silent for a moment before a chuckle leaves his lips. "You are horny." I can hear the grin on his lips and when he tries to draw a pattern with his fingers on my thigh, I swat his fingers away.

"Well, you look hot, okay?" I hiss at him and can see how he tilts his head to the side, something he usually does when he is confused.

"It's dark outside." He informs me, gesturing around and even though outside it might be dark, it isn't exactly pitch black with so many cars around us.

"And still, I can see those fucking abs." I grumble, refusing to look at him and his damn muscles.

"Sorry?" Franco asks and then there is silence for a moment, when a thought forms in my head. He is right, it is rather dark outside. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, before deciding to be bold.

"How about a little entertainment?" I ask him, pulling my knees up to kneel on my seat, body turned in Franco's direction. He waits for me to say more, but I just kiss him, once, twice and for good luck a third time.

"What are you up to?" Franco asks with a soft chuckle, and I grin.

"Just a little fun." I peck his cheek before I let my hand wander. Down his chest, fingers trailing along his muscles, feeling how they twitch under my touch and how Franco tenses under them.

"Mi Vida, we are still in the car." Franco mutters when my fingers dip under the waistband of his shorts, but he doesn't protest and helps me to pull them down slightly by lifting his hips like he accepted his fate.

"And? You are the one who told me it is dark outside." I giggle and Franco groans. He doesn't say anything when my mouth follows the path my fingers did a few moments ago. I place open-mouth kisses on his skin, nip on it with my teeth from time to time, making him hiss under my touch, but he still does nothing to stop me.

When I reach his length, it has fully hardened. I wrap my fingers around the base, holding it upright, before lowering my mouth. Lips wrapping around his tip, for a soft suck brings the first reaction out of Franco.

"Fuck! You are going to be the death of me." He groans and I need to hold back the smile when I take more of him. Lips protectively over my teeth to not scrape his sensitive skin with them, fingers carefully playing with his balls, while I try to pick up a rhythm. The position I am in isn't exactly comfortable, but for now, it will do.

"Just like that love." Franco mumbles, fingers brushing over the back of my head while I keep up the rhythm of lifting and lowering my head. My fingers dig softly into the flesh of his thigh, making Franco groan and before I can realise, he pushes my head down, making me gag slightly. Immediately the pressure from my neck disappears and Franco lets me lift my head.

"Sorry." Franco apologizes, searching in my eyes if I am okay and I don't say anything, just softly gnaw on my lower lip. He tips his head slightly to the side before a mischievous grin spreads on his lips.

"You liked it?"

"Don't kink shame me." I slap my hand against his chest, making him giggle softly. "You know I like being handled by you." I add with a softer voice now, reminding him of the fact that we discovered before. That I like being adjusted to his liking by him, all with consent, but still being controlled by him. The smile doesn't leave Franco's lips when his hand wanders to the back of my neck, carefully leading my head closer to his.

"Then finish what you started." He whispers, lips brushing over my cheek and before I can even try to go back down Franco pushes me. I need to stabilize myself with my hands on his thighs, quickly opening my mouth when I can feel the pressure of his thumb digging into my neck.

I want to start slow again, making my way from the tip to the base, but Franco takes my words seriously. His hand is hard on my neck while he is pushing me down. He is still careful, but usually, I would go slower. I remember the tips I used as a teenager during the first blowjobs. How breathing and other things can help with relaxing the throat, suppressing the gag reflex and I do them to help me to get used to the feeling.

I lap Franco's length with my tongue, tracing the prominent vein, following it all up to the tip, where I swirl my tongue around. Franco groans softly and pushes my head back down, hand wrapping around my hair to keep my movements to his liking. Tears swell up in my eyes, but I can still take it. He is setting the pace and the depth of my movements now. Deciding how deep I have to take him and how quickly need to adjust to the different amounts of his length in my mouth.

My fingers are pressed in his thigh, probably leaving crescent-shaped marks, but he doesn't say anything. Pushing me deeper, keeping me there for a moment, before letting me go up again. Franco continues this pattern, before he keeps me up, letting me just keep his tip between my lips. I can taste the saltiness of his precum leaking out of his tip and I focus on licking it up.

"I am going to come down your throat." Franco announces voice strained like he has to hold himself back from just fucking my mouth. I appreciate his warning, hum softly around him and get another groan in response, before he pushes my head down again. Deeply buried in my mouth Franco carefully moves his hips, hesitating, but the want is there. My fingers dig deeper into his skin and with gripping my hair harder, keeping me way down on his length Franco orgasms. His cum is hot in my mouth, barely being in there before it just shoots down my throat. I feel like choking for a second, but then Franco lets me pull back, finally letting me take a deep breath.

"Are you okay." Franco asks me, genuinely concerned when he sees my tear-stained eyes, but I can just nod at his question. It might have been a lot, but it was what I wanted to try. He leans his forehead against mine, a gesture of being there, before whispering a soft praise.

"You did great."

A shiver runs down my spine and I sigh softly. My skin feels hot, shirt clamping to it and I need a moment to calm my body down again. Franco waits until I open my eyes, and look at him again, before muttering another command.

"And now lean back and open your legs for me." I do as he says, spreading my legs on the seat, while leaning back, trying to ignore the thrill of being in the car, even though I was the one sucking off Franco just a few minutes ago. Franco turns his body a bit, making it look like to anyone who might try to spot us in the car like we are having a conversation, while his fingers wander up the inside of my leg.

Trailing over the skin, leaving a hot pattern on it and I almost whine impatiently, even though I know he wouldn't get quicker if I did. Luckily Franco doesn't let me wait long, fingers reaching the hem of my skirt and simply wandering under it until he reaches my middle. Fingertips hooking into the side of my panties, before skilfully dipping under them.

"You are dripping." Franco groans and shifts in his seat, while I lift my hips, trying to create some of the desired friction. His fingers dig into my thigh, like he is indicating me to hold still and when I follow his wordless command his fingers are back under my panties. Coating his fingers with my slick by brushing them through my folds a couple of times. He ignores my clit, and I would like to whine, tell him to finally pleasure me, but I am sure he wouldn't have any of it, loving to take his time with me.

"Oh, yes." I moan when Franco suddenly pushes two fingers into me. It's not hurting, but being stretched around his fingers is something I always need to get used to, especially when he just starts with not one but two. I would like to close my legs, lift my hips and push against his touch, getting the most out of it, but at the same time I know we are still in public, that anyone could look inside right now and that I need to try to act normal, so I just bite down on the inside of my cheek, clenching down on Franco's fingers, while he patiently waits.

Slowly he turns his hand, adjusting the angle of his fingers, before slowly picking up a rhythm, pulling his fingers almost out completely, before pushing them back in knuckles deep. I curl my fingers into the fabric of my skirt, eyes switching between how his hand disappears under my skirt and his eyes being focused on me. His thumb brushing over my clit from time to time, while he still moves his hand slowly gets me closer and closer to an orgasm, something I crave for so long now.

Just when Franco slips a third finger in, the driver behind us honks and Franco freezes. I blink a couple of times, realising that the traffic is finally going forward again. Franco sighs softly and even though I know what is happening now, I still try to stop him.

"Fran, please...don't." I whimper, but he pulls his hand out, getting back into the right position to drive. He starts the car, giving the person behind us an apologetic wave, before driving off.

"Sorry mi vida, have to keep driving." Franco mutters, but I just cross my arms in front of my chest. Stupid manual car. If we were in an automatic Franco could just keep going, but like this, it isn't possible.

"I hate you right now." I grumble and for a second Franco's hand is softly placed on my thigh. I know he tries to comfort me, but his touch is anything but that right now, so I just shove it away. Crossing my legs, I try to savour the last bits of pleasure, but the orgasm is way too far away again.

"I know, give me a moment to think." Franco reassures me and I squint my eyes at him. Is he going to summon another traffic or what is in his head? Before I can think further, Franco takes the next exit, leading to one of the parking lots for truck drivers and people needing a break. One of those dark ones I usually wouldn't step on, especially not in the dark.

"What are you doing?" I ask Franco "We should have stayed on this road for at least another hour."

"Shh," Franco grins, putting a finger in front of his mouth. "Fixing your needs comes first." He tells me and my eyes widen. Is he serious right now?

"Really?" I ask him, looking around the area he decided to stop in. It is almost pitch black here, the trucks around us are all parked at least five spots away, all of them dark, the only light coming from the passing cars on the motorway we just left. Not enough light to show us to others, just enough for us to see the silhouettes of each other.

"You are the one who started this." Franco says which is the truth I can't argue with. He pushes back his seat all the way, creating some space between himself and the steering.

"Come sit on my lap." Franco pats on his lap and I don't even hesitate. I straddle him, knees placed beneath his thighs and for a moment we just look at each other. Noses brushing against each other before we kiss softly. Calm even though the moment is full of heat, kissing is always something we like to earth each other. Franco wraps his arm around my waist, before detaching our lips.

"And now relax." He instructs me and I close my eyes to concentrate fully on him. Franco's fingers brush over my thigh again, but he doesn't stay there for long. He pushes aside my panties and because I am still wet, he can just slip two of his fingers back inside where he stops.

"Oh god Franco." I whimper, hands holding onto his shoulders while I grind my hips into his hand. He lets me move but adds his own. Creating harder and softer thrusts of his fingers, twisting them slightly to reach a certain spot, making me whimper in his arms, clenching around his fingers, and just desperate for the orgasm.

"Hm, love hearing your moans." Franco whispers and finally, he lets a third finger slip in, the point where we were stopped before, but now he just keeps going. Thumb finding my clit and with the combination of his fingers inside of me and the one teasing my clit I orgasm around his fingers. Carefully Franco helps me through the waves and pulls away when a soft whimper leaves my lips.

"Thank you, I really needed that." I sigh and lean my forehead against his, grateful that he did that short stop just for me.

"We are not finished." Franco tells me and I lift my head in confusion. He opens the door, and I just look at him. What does he mean and why the hell do we have to leave the car?

"Franco?" I ask him, but he just points outside.

"Outside." He tells me and before I can even react, he lifts me off his lap, letting my feet hit the ground, knees almost buckling because of the position I was in before and the orgasm still slightly spasming through my muscles.

"What are you doing?" I ask him another question while Franco jumps out of the car and brings me to the backside of the truck. He opens the small door to the truck's loading area where we have our suitcases and other stuff for the trip.

"Up." He tells me and again, just manhandles me, lifting me up before following me and closing the door behind us. The edges of the truck might not be high enough to cover us when we are sitting, but they would hide us when we lay down and slowly, I get what Franco is up to.

"We can't..." I mutter, but he stops me.

"We can."

He shuffles our stuff to the sides, creating a barrier with a space in the middle for us, before carefully pushing me onto my back.

"I created a monster." I sigh with a soft laugh, and I can faintly see Franco grinning at me.

"Well, it gives you something to think about before you try something like this again." He tells me while rummaging for something.

"You loved it." I remind him and he doesn't say anything to confirm it, but I know him. Finally, Franco turns to me, holding something in his hand I can't identify.

"And since you loved being used by me so much." Franco trails off and just when I want to ask him what this is about, he grabs my hands, wraps a rope around them and fixates them above my head. My heartbeat is quickening. As exciting as this is, this isn't exactly how I imagined the first time being tied up. I gently tug at the rope, but it doesn't let me lower my arms at all.

"Where did you get those?" I ask Franco curiously because they feel way too soft for a regular rope. Just like he planned on using them in the bedroom in the future anyway.

"Secret." Franco laughs before he leans down and presses a kiss onto my cheek. I just roll my eyes but decide this is something we still can talk about later.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" Franco mumbles opens my legs and slots himself between them, lowering his body enough to make me feel everything. His hot skin touching me, his erection only being restrained by some fabric. Since I can't do anything with my hands I lift my hips, rubbing them against him. Franco nuzzles his nose against mine, before there is some shuffling again, him getting rid of his trousers before he props up my legs. Hands wandering under my skirt to grab my panties and just pull them down.

"I love it when you wear skirts." Franco sighs and I blush at the thought of how often he used this, how he calls it, easy access. Over the kitchen counter before we have to leave, in his driver's room in between sessions or appointments or even me sitting on his lap to warm his cock.

Franco aligns himself with my entrance, before pushing in with one smooth thrust. "Oh, yes." I whimper softly at the stretch and lift my hips slightly to adjust to his length. Franco stays still for a moment until I stop the shuffling then he moves his hips. Creating slow and deep thrusts, making my fingers curl around the rope while I bury my teeth in my cheek. The movement of his hips makes the truck shake slightly and in the light, everyone would be able to tell what we are doing, but the dark hides us away. I meet Franco's thrusts, frustrated that I can't touch him, but at least he allows me to move my hips. Moans and whimpers slip over my lips, and I know I should be quiet, but I just can't.

"Your moans will wake everyone up." Franco groans close by my ear and just when another moan is slipping over my lips Franco pushes his thumb between them, muffling the sound. My eyes widen at first before I slowly start to swirl my tongue around his finger.

"Fuck!" Now Franco is the one moaning, but he is better at keeping it quiet than me. His hips snap into mine with more force now, causing me to moan around his finger, softly biting down on it, to draw groans out of Franco's throat. His free hand digs into my hip, before he grabs the backside of my thigh, adjusting the angle of his thrust. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, suck on his thumb and feel myself clench around him.

Then, suddenly Franco is pretty visible because of an approaching car. "Psst." He whispers, dipping his body low to hide in the shadows, his hips only grinding into mine and he pulls his thumb back. The soft movements almost push me over instantly, but something is missing.

"Fran, I..." I whimper into his ear, would like to clench my fingers into his back, but I can't do anything but take what Franco gives me.

"I know." He mutters, keeps going with the soft rocking of his hips while the engine of the passing car is turned off. "Just let go." Franco whispers into my ear and I try to listen to my body, giving it what it craves. I wrap my legs around Franco's waist, letting him slide just a bit deeper which is all I need to tumble over the edge.

I lock my feet behind his back, holding him in place while I convulse around him, feeling him coming inside of me. My teeth pinch a hole in my lower lip when I suppress the scream that wants to leave them, and I can taste the blood while slowly coming back to reality.

Franco's body is planted on top of mine and his breathing is as heavy as mine. His fingers fiddle with the rope and finally, I can lower my arms again, loosely placing them around his torso while we both try to catch our breath.