I want him to be back inside me, I want his fingers and hot breath moving across my body.
He kisses down to my chest, his nose and tongue sliding across my flesh before he leans back and says, “I missed this body so fucking much.”
“I missed that cock filling me.”
“I bet you did, you horny bastard.”
I like the way he’s smiling. The look he’s giving me, filled with desire, and I can tell that he isn’t worried about all that stuff that was stressing him out about figuring this house shit out with his family.
He growls a little as he buries his face into my neck.
And he takes me like he took me those days when we first met.
He claws at my flesh and takes to kissing me with such recklessness that it makes me feel as though he just wants to be lost in all that I am, and it makes me feel incredible.
He suits up and readies me before he pushes into me. I call out, not feeling like I need to hold back all the things I kept quiet in our apartment.
“Fuck, Mikey,” I groan, my hand against the back of the front seat, my left leg wedged between Mikey and the fabric upholstery as he tops me, his warm hands moving up and down my chest as he thrusts that cock against my prostate.
He cups his hand around my neck and pulls me up, holding my body in place as I continue shouting out my pleasure.
He glances around quickly before stilling.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing. I want to fuck you on your side. Like me lying behind you.”
He pulls out, and I slide toward the edge of the seat while he positions himself behind me. I raise my leg slightly as he pushes that cock back inside me.
He wraps his hand around my throat as I turn to him. We kiss, his hand moving up and down my side as my cock drips pre-cum across my stomach. His fingers move between the ridges between my abs, pressing against them as he massages his thumb through the grooves.
“You’ve been working out,” he tells me.
And I blush because I have been—for him, in hopes that he was going to return and that I’d be able to be a little fitter.
Not much, but I can tell the muscles are firmer, more defined.
“It’s a good thing,” he says, not ceasing. “You were hot as hell already, but these… ooh, it’s like an early birthday present.”
He licks my cheek.
It’s so cramped in this space, but that’s part of what makes it feel so good. Because it’s wrong. Because we shouldn’t be doing this. And because we’re finally delighting in those sensations that we’ve been without for so long.
As he pushes against my prostate, I grab onto the seatbelt behind him and tug at it.
With each thrust, the pressure in my dick rises and rises.
“I can’t fucking keep it in,” I warn him.
“Then don’t,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m not going to.”
And then I hear his familiar grunt, and just knowing he’s spewing his load within me makes me shoot.
I twist my body so my warm cum gathers across my abdomen as Mikey’s body jerks a few more times like his body’s trying to make sure he got all the cum out.
We lie still for some time, recovering from the fuck before he stirs. “Get on top of me.”
“I’m gonna get cum all over you.”
