He liked the quick flashes of pain, and the clinking sensation when Roger hit his piercing was new and sort of fun. He kept his foot firmly pressed on the brake and arched up into Roger’s mouth. “There you go, fuck. Just like that.”
Roger was absolutely relentless, and Mickey’s stomach and thighs flexed. The urge to bust was building back behind his balls, and his eyes were glued to Roger’s lush mouth wrapped around his dick.
Fuck, he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this.
Roger’s lips were so pink and wet, and the way he went down on Mickey like a man starved for cock was making his knees weak. He pulled at Roger’s pretty blond hair, bucking up against his tongue, so close, almost fuckin’ there…
A horn honked.
“The fuck!” Mickey snarled breathlessly, his climax stolen away by surprise.
The light had turned green.
Mickey flipped the driver off through the back window. “Fuckin’ asshole!”
“Ugh, what’s wrong?” Roger popped up again and wiped his mouth.
“Nothing. Get back to sucking.”
Rolling his eyes, Roger went back down, but he licked up the side of Mickey’s cock with hungry little mewls. He squeezed the base and stroked up with his lips, gently nibbling at his foreskin and kissing around Mickey’s piercing, deliberately teasing against the metal with his teeth.
Oh, now that was definitely interesting.
The pressure of having his piercing pulled like that flirted with pain, but it was good. It was so tender and sensitive, and the slightest touch was now electrified.
He glanced down before hitting the gas, and he couldn’t tell what was Roger’s spit and what was pre-cum. It was hard to see anyway with Roger’s head in the way.
“Mmm, okay. Nice and easy.” Mickey ran his fingers back through Roger’s hair and settled his hand on the back of his neck. “Feels good, baby.”
“Good,” Roger breathed. “I like making you feel good, master. I like all the noises you make, I like how your cum tastes…”
“Keep goin’ and you’re gonna get a nice big fat load,” Mickey promised.
Roger chuckled and sucked Mickey back into his mouth. He only went about halfway, stroking what wasn’t in his mouth with his hand and using his tongue to lavish the head of Mickey’s cock with long laps and twirls.
“Yeah, keep going,” Mickey urged as he put both hands back on the steering wheel. He’d nearly swerved into the other lane of traffic, and he had to keep his eyes on the road.
Damn, if Roger wasn’t making him work at it.
He planted his hips firmly down on the seat so he wouldn’t be tempted to thrust. He stared ahead at the road, and he did everything he could to ignore what Roger was doing. He could do this. He was strong, he had the willpower of steel, he had…
Just missed the turn he needed for the grocery store.
“Ah, fuck!”
“What is it now?” Roger groaned.
“Hang on. I gotta turn around.” Mickey tapped the brakes and quickly turned left, veering across the road to the complaints of several drivers.
“The shit!” Roger ducked his head against Mickey’s thigh and laughed. “You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind!”
“No one told you to stop sucking my cock,” Mickey warned, smacking the back of Roger’s head.
“Are you sure you want me to?” Roger grinned. “Do you need directions?”
“Fuck off. Come on. I’m trying to get this damn nut before we fuckin’ get there!” Mickey slapped the steering wheel impatiently.
“Oh, yes, master. I’m all over it.” Roger snickered as he lapped over Mickey’s cock once more.
