I start pulling my pants up and he gets the wrong idea.
“Yeah, sure, we don’t have to-”
“I don’t mean that, I just want more space, with you. I wanna get naked with you.”
“It’s not warm enough to do that.”
I ignore him, opening the door once my pants are all the way back up.
There’s a breeze coming off the river, but it’s not freezing.
I pull him over to a tree by the coat, kissing him, feeling drunk on him.
My pants are still open. He pulls them down, tugging them over my ass and then down past my knees. My cock springs to attention.
Evan drops to his knees, looking up at me before taking the head of my cock into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back and grip the back of his.
He doesn’t stop until I’m buried in his throat.
“Oh fuck, Evan, how are you so good at….” he swallows around me and I almost lose it. “Stop!”
He pulls off and looks up at me, rubbing my hip. “What’s wrong?”
“Come back.”
When he stands up, I grab him and kiss him, his lips swollen and hot. I’m frantic as I reach for his fly, unzipping his work pants, tugging the stiff fabric until it’s under his ass. I grip his bare cheeks, wanting every part of him. Exploring parts of Evan’s body I’d always wanted to touch, but never been allowed to have before.
His spit on my cock transfers onto his as we grind. Evan groaning into my mouth. I slide my hand up his shirt and stroke his stomach, his back and pecs and collarbones. Ghosting over his nipples, feeling them pebble harder under my touch.
He groans against my neck, brushing his lips over the clammy skin, licking behind my ear.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want, Nate.”
“You.” I slide my hand up the back of his shirt until I’m gripping between his shoulder-blades, feeling the muscles under his skin flex with his movements. “I want all of you.”
He spins us until his back is pinned against the tree. I keep kissing him, the sound of rustling in his pocket. When he pulls away, he’s holding a condom.
My heart races. He wants to fuck me. Am I ready for that? Right now, I’d let Evan do whatever he wants to me.
“Put it on.”
Onme,right.
I take it, my hands trembling. He takes it back.
“I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure?”
Him tearing into the condom wrapper is answer enough.I shiver when he slides the latex over the head of my cock, rolling it down slowly until he reaches the base.
He grips the back of my neck and makes me look at him.
“Good?”
