“I thought you said-”
“Shut up, Nate.”
I grind against him, feeling how hard he is under his work pants.
He pulls away.
“You’re gonna drive to the place and we’re gonna give each other a hand job exactly like this, okay?”
I nod.
“No one’s fucking in your backseat. Is that a good compromise?”
“That sounds reasonable.”
He smirks, giving my ass a squeeze throughmy chinos. “Hurry up.”
I climb awkwardly back into the driver’s seat, banging my knee on the dashboard.
Evan’s running his hand over his head while I back out from behind the pickup truck.
The spot he tells me to park at is under the cover of a patch of trees by the jetty.
“Sure there’s no cameras here?”
“I’m sure.”
I wish I hadn’t asked when I realize how he knows this. How many men has he been with here and places like it? I remind myself I have no right to be jealous. I wasn’t there.
This time, when I switch off the engine, he unclicks his belt and waits for me to climb into his lap.
It feels wild, but not weird. I’ve never done anything like this in a car before. Mira would have hit me with her purse if I tried to get fresh with her anywhere other than her dorm room.
I feel completely out of control. Even if I’m the one driving the situation. Evan’s trapped under my body, letting me grind against him. His hands coming from my hips to my ass as he pushes his hips up to meet mine.
I kiss him, hard and desperate, gripping the back of the headrest while I grind my cock against his.
Evan pulls back with some effort.
“Fuck, Nate.”
He grips my hard-on through my chinos and I whine. Evan’s lips find my neck as he unzips my pants, sliding his hand under the fabric, his fingertips stroking over the wet patch in my boxer briefs. I groan against his neck while I grind against him.
He guides me up, my feet finding purchase on the side of the seat so Evan can pull my pants and underwear down.
I know he’s seen my cock, last night on the beach. He watched me come all over myself. But this feels different. The light from the dashboard and the jetty expose me more than the moonlight on the beach did. I know he must be able to smell me the way I smell him, without the masking of salt water and sand and musty seaweed.
I almost pull a muscle trying to get my pants down past my knees.
“Argh, fuck. I can’t get them off.”
Evan laughs. “You’re gonna have to start wearing skirts with nothing underneath.”
My face flushes.
“I’m just kidding, Nate.”
“Can we get out?”
