I shook my head quickly. “I was literally weighing the value of my career against continuing to make out with you. Gotta say, the career only won out by the thinnest margin.” I held up my thumb and forefinger about half a millimeter apart.
“So you’re not freaked out?” he asked, pulling me in for another glorious hug.
“Maybe a little,” I said into his neck. “But mostly I’m just glad you said something. Might’ve taken me a while longer to build up the courage.”
“I’m not pressuring you, am I?”
I rolled my hips, pressing my still-hard cock against him. “What about this feels like I’m being pressured?”
Chuckling, he asked, “Wanna get out of here?”
“Yeah. My place?” I asked. “I’m sure it’s not as nice as yours, but…”
“It’s about twenty minutes closer?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Not to be too presumptuous, but do we need to stop somewhere for supplies?”
“Been keeping Amazon busy,” I admitted, grimacing. His laughter vibrated my body, and I tightened my grip on him.
“Good enough. Though… you do know that you’ll have to let me go in order for us to make our way to your apartment, right?”
I whined again, then reluctantly left his embrace. “Look, I’m not encouraging you to speed in a small Texas town, but I will encourage you to go as fast as you legally can,” I said, grinning into his shoulder.
“I could do that.”
We jogged to the teachers’ parking lot and got into our respective vehicles. He followed me as I took a shortcut. This was a brilliant idea, bound to shave precious minutes off the drive time… if only I’d been paying attention.
The dirt road was a bit messy after some light midafternoon rains, nothing either of our vehicles couldn’t manage… until I missed a slight curve and my tires went from crunching over the hard-packed dirt to sinking into the soft black clay mud a few inches off the beaten path. I tried to course correct, but it was already too late.
I turned the wheel and tapped the gas, but the tires spun uselessly beneath me. Knowing better than to try to power my way out, I turned off my engine.
Goddammit.
I looked down at my dick and apologized profusely.
Ozzie rolled up alongside, where the road was still firm, openly laughing at me. “Need some help?”
“At this point I just hafta let the mud dry. Mind giving me a ride?”
That cracked him up, which I took as a yes. He got out of his car and came around as I grabbed my bag and opened the door. Standing at the edge of the boggy mud, Oz reached out and took my bag, tossing it into his car.
He came back and took my hand as I hopped toward the packed dirt. I’d love to say that I landed with grace, but my heel caught the muddy edge. I reached for Ozzie and, not knowing my own strength, pulled him down with me.
Into the mud.
“Your clothes!” I moaned. “Now you’ll never wanna kiss me again.”
He threw his head back, laughing so hard it set me to laughing as well. Impatient to see him naked, I tried to get up while still laughing, only to slip again. He started wheezing, and we had to give ourselves a chance to breathe before we could even attempt to fight our way out of the mud.
Still chuckling, Ozzie managed to army crawl to drier land. Once he was able to stand, he reached for me, pulling me up as forcefully as I’d pulled him down. My knee twinged, and he held me until it righted itself.
“You okay?” he asked, chuckling as he used his cleaner hand to push the hair off my forehead.
“Yeah,” I replied, lost in his smile.
“Good,” he said, guiding me backward to his car and pressing me up against it.
