“Love, not like.” The emotional crack in his voice told me that he might be talking about more than just his feelings for his car. I wasn’t ready for that so I did the first thing that came to mind. I seduced him.
I reached between our bodies and stroked his erection through his jeans. I took to heart that I could get such an intense reaction out of an amazing man like Gabe. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt you inside me.” It had been twenty-four long hours too many and I was impatient to have him again.
I stepped away from him and walked around to the hood of the car. I unsnapped my pants and pushed them all the way down to my ankles so that I didn’t risk scratching Charlotte’s paint job with a snap or zipper. Gabe stood rooted to the spot until I began stroking my erection, then he stalked toward me with an intense look that said he was the predator and I was his prey.
Gabe stood behind me and removed my hand from my cock. He took my wrists in his hands and pushed his chest against by back until I was bent over with my hands braced on the hood. I was shocked that he wanted my handprints on his car, but then I lost track of all my thoughts when he said, “Don’t move.” His voice was a dark promise beneath the bright, sterile lights.
I expected to hear Gabe undressing in preparation to fuck me, but instead he dropped to his knees and parted my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled back in my head when I felt the tip of his wet tongue against the crinkled skin surrounding my hole. I expected him to dive right in, but I was wrong. Gabe took his time teasing my puckered entrance for several long moments before he pulled back to nibble on the taut globes of one ass cheek, then the other, while his large hands kneaded the muscles in my thighs. I needed more from him.
“Gabe,” I moaned.
“Shhh, I got you,” he replied.
I heard the sound of Gabe sucking on his finger before he pushed the tip inside my ass. Then I felt his tongue licking my sensitive pucker around his finger as he worked it in and out of my tight clench. Gabe growled as he lapped at my flesh like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. My head suddenly felt too heavy and I let it fall forward.
“More,” I demanded.
Gabe obliged me by removing his finger so he could fuck my ass with his tongue. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt and I hoped it wasn’t something that I only received on special occasions like birthdays or Christmas in the future. Pre-cum leaked from my dick in a thin, clear line and landed on the hood of Charlotte.
“I’m getting cum on your car,” I warned Gabe. His answer was to bury his tongue deeper inside me.
I wanted so badly to stroke my dick, but Gabe told me not to move and for once I listened to him without putting up a fight. I wanted to draw out my pleasure as long as I could and the combined sensation of his tongue in my ass and friction on my cock would have me coming too soon.
Gabe worked my hole until I was practically a pliant, limp noodle on the verge of collapsing onto the hood of his car. I promised him anything if he’d just take out his big cock and fuck me.
“Anything?” He rose up behind me and I heard the glorious sounds of him undoing his pants. “You’ll give me anything I want? Like a private dance in your studio?”
“It was already a sure thing.” I was embarrassed by the way I panted between words. “Fuck me already.” Gabe made quick work of putting on a condom and lubing his cock. The slight burn of his penetration was so welcome I could’ve cried, but instead I shouted something that sounded entirely too much like hallelujah for the activities we were engaged in.
Gabe placed his hands on my hips and pulled back until only the tip of his dick was inside me. I could tell he was going to torture me by teasing me and I wasn’t about to take that. Instead, I pushed back until he was buried to the hilt inside me again.
“You little spitfire,” Gabe growled. “You just have to be in control, don’t you?” He leaned over me until his chest was pressed against my back. “One of these days…” He let his threat trail off, but he didn’t worry me.
Gabe pumped his hips and gave me the fucking I demanded from him. I loved the sound of our flesh slapping together combined with his growls and my whimpered pleas of, “More.” He wrapped one hand around my cock and the other around my chin so he could turn my head for his kiss.
God, I swore that every time we were together it was better than the time before. He made me feel things–want things–I never thought I’d experience. He wasn’t the only one on the verge of throwing the real L word around, but the one functioning cell left in my brain refused to say something so special during sex. I wanted him to believe me when I finally fessed up to being in love with him and everyone knew that declarations made during sex couldn’t be trusted.
Instead I went with, “I love… the way you fuck.”
“I love… that I get to fuck you,” was Gabe’s reply.
We both meant more and we knew it. I figured we would turn our confession into a competition to see who caved first, kind of like when I squeezed my ass around his dick as hard as I could to make him come first. I wanted to bring him so much pleasure that he lost control and couldn’t hold back.
“Damn it,” Gabe said between gritted teeth. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not going to work. You’re going to come first.”
“I don’t think so, baby.” I reached between our legs and gripped his balls firmly in my hand and massaged them in a sure-fire way to make him… well, fire.
“Josh.” I knew I would never tire of the way Gabe groaned my name when he came. His, “damn you,” that followed was half-hearted to say the least. He never stopped pegging my prostate or jerking my dick when he filled the condom, but his rhythm did falter for a few seconds. “Come.” Gabe sank his teeth in my neck where it curved into my shoulder and I couldn’t stave off my orgasm any longer. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as my climax moved through my body.
Gabe was kind enough to catch me before I collapsed onto the cum-splattered hood of his car or maybe it was so I didn’t scratch the paint with my coat zipper. Either way, I needed his strength as I came down off my high.
“Sexy,” Gabe whispered huskily in my ear.
“Thanks,” I said in between breaths.
“You too, but I meant that,” he said. I opened my eyes and saw that he was pointing to the mess I made all over his car. “I love that I can make you come that hard.” I could barely remember my name, yet, he could form complete sentences that made sense. I apparently wasn’t doing a good enough job of rocking his world and planned to remedy that later the same week in my studio.
Gabe slowly pulled out of me and took care of the condom while I cleaned myself off with a shop towel he produced from somewhere. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face when he lovingly cleaned Charlotte’s hood with a microfiber towel before he recovered her.
