“Babe—”
I don’t even get the words out, and he just goes for it, kissing me so hard and desperate he half misses my mouth and ends up tonguing the corner. I laugh and pull back to find the world’s most adorable snarl.
“Don’t laugh at me!” he says, red and self-conscious.
“I’m not!” I say, laughing as I adjust the seat all the way back. I slide my hands around his ass and re-center him, his hard-on against mine, his lips right where they should be. “I’m just lining us up.”
The little hitch on his inhale destroys whatever patience I was holding on to. Running my hands up the side of his face, aching as his body leans into the relatively chaste contact, I draw him in for the kiss I’ve wanted to give him for six months.
Fuck, I’m a sinner in need of redemption.
His lips are made of the softest stuff on earth, and I want to spend the rest of my life learning them. Delicate, light kisses give way to something slower, more sensual, deep. To feel him kissing me back, following my lead, giving me what I’m giving him…heaven.
His breathing picks up as his muscles give up their tension, and he’s melting like caramel in my hands. I go in for another kiss, and he throws his arms around my neck, rubbing his hard-on against me, pressing his body into mine. I trail kisses down to his jaw, softly going after his neck, the sound of his pleasure pitching up.
I kiss back up to his ear, holding him tight against me as I thrust up so he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “You liked it when I did that, right? When I killed that man?”
He turns, his lips tracing mine as he gives a breathy nod. “Is it wrong I liked it so much? That it turned me on?”
I don’t try to deny it. “No, baby. It’s the adrenaline. It feels good to take out the trash.”
“Is it safe for us to be doing this right now?” he asks, his hands gripping my T-shirt.
“No.” I punctuate this by rounding my hand over his adorable ass and squeezing while thrusting up against him again.
Rafi wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a blistering kiss, sending my brain offline. He pulls back just enough to say against my mouth, “I want you so bad, and I don’t give a shit who sees us. I want you on the side of this road. Right. Now.”
He snakes his hand between us, popping my button and unzipping me so fast I barely realize it until I feel his warm hand against my cock. My eyes practically roll in their sockets. “Fuuuuck, baby. I’ve wanted you for so long.Solong.”
Rafi pops the snaps on his hipster cowboy plaid, revealing his toned torso. He gets stuck taking down his pants and scrambles over to the passenger seat, making quick work of the rest of his clothes. He’s ethereal and dirty; his slender limbs are delicate but strong, and his narrow chest is beautiful, slightly more masculine and hairier than I’d have guessed. I’d gotten a preview of his little belly when he wore that little pink crop top, and it’s even more sensual completely bare. His treasure trail leads to a dense, neatly trimmed thatch of hair framing his perfectly proportioned dick and balls. And he’s looking up at me like he’d like to devour me.
I hitch my pants down to my thighs, relieving my growing prick. Reaching for my bag, I pull out the small bottle of lube and start digging for the condoms. “We have to be careful, I have a Prince Alb—”
He leans over and swallows my head, flicking my piercing with his tongue. I grunt and tense, holding myself back from thrusting the way I want to, fast and hard and deep.He smiles around my cock and goes deep for me, up and down with a twisting rhythm, catching the beaded ring with the tip of his tongue every time he passes it.
He releases me, a proud smile on his lips. “Does it feel good when I play with it?”
I barely have words anymore, so I just nod, squeezing my cock tight, willing back a monster orgasm.Fuck, he just…does it for me.
Finally, my speech centers come back online, and I ask him, “What do you want, baby?”
“Wanna sit on that fat cock of yours.”
“Look in my bag for the—”
He starts rummaging through my bag, getting more frantic with each pass. “Where are the condoms?”
I grab the bag from him, dumping the contents onto the passenger seat. I snatch my wallet and no joy.Fuck.
I shake my head, wanting to pull my hair out by my roots. “The very next gas sta—”
“Just fuck me, Everett.”
The idea of being inside of him with nothing between us cranks up the heat by a factor of ten. I’ve been living like a monk for the last six months, and honestly, the fact he trusts me with this… I set the seat back as far as it will go, then lower my voice. “Come over here. Give me your ass first.”
He scrambles back across the console and drapes his arms over the steering wheel, sticking the world’s most perfect tiny ass in my face.
Motherjesus.
