The road blurs around us. I’m barely breathing. His mouth works me in slow, wicked pulls while his fingers toy with the zipper of my shirt, slipping under the hem to trace my stomach, my chest, teasing me from all angles.
I’m falling apart, right here behind the wheel. And I don’t give a damn if I wrap this car around a tree… all I can think about is his mouth, his hands, the way he’sowningme without even breaking a sweat.
God,he feels too good, too dangerous,like a drug I’d snort straight off the barrel of a loaded gun if it meant one more hit.
The car’s pushing 100.
I barely notice the needle climbing, my eyes locked on the road but my mind spiraling out of control.
“F-Fuck,”I gasp, knuckles white on the wheel. My hips are lifting off the seat without meaning to, chasing every goddamn stroke of his hand. “You’re gonna make me crash us.”
Nico just laughs like he’s enjoying every second of it, still stroking me as he comes back up to whisper in my ear.
“That’s not my fault,piccolino,” he murmurs. “You’re the one speeding.”
His grip on my cock tightens. I nearly jerk the wheel.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I choke out.
He hums. “And you’refilthy.Rock hard with my hand down your pants on a public road. Is this what you wanted? To be used like this while everyone watches?”
Holy shit.
My body’s burning. My brain, static. There’s no control left in me, just hunger and the feel of him dragging me deeper into the depths of hell.
The car keeps flying down the road, the world blurring out around me; but all I can focus on is the sound of my breath, the throb between my legs, and the promise in Nico’s voice when he leans in and growls:
“Be a good boy, Julian. Don’t finish ‘til I say.”
My pulse roars in my ears.
Nico shifts in the seat, then leans back down, his mouth replacing his hand.
“God—fucking—” I can’t even finish.
Heat explodes through my spine as his mouthdevoursme. Wet. Hot.Perfect.Tongue dragging along the underside of my cock, lips sealing around my length with obscene precision.
The car swerves.
I jerk the wheel, heart pounding out of my chest. I can’t do this—Ican’t—but I don’t want him to stop.
I slam my foot on the brake and veer off to the shoulder, gravel spitting beneath the tires as we skid to a halt. We barely made it. I’m shaking. Breathless. Completely at his mercy.
“Are you insane?” I pant, even as my hips arch into his mouth again.
He hums around me. The vibrations are a fucking sin.
His hand dips lower andfuck, he grabs me. A full, heavy grip, no hesitation. His fingers slide beneath, hot and greedy, cupping my balls like he’s been dying to get his hands on me. He plays with them, slowly at first, a lazy roll that makes my spine arch. Then rougher, tugging, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. Like he wants to see how far he can push before I break.
“Fuckinghell—” My voice cracks. I fist his hair, anchoring myself to something as I slam into him now, reckless and needy.
And hetakesit. Every frantic thrust. Every broken sound that rips from my throat. His throat works as he swallows me down, lips stretched wide, tongue wicked.
I come hard, like I’ve beendyingfor it.
He swallows every last drop.
My vision spots. My spine bows. I’m a fucking mess in the driver’s seat, panting like I’ve run a marathon, still tangled in his hair, heart hammering out of rhythm.
