“I need you to ride my cock,” I whisper, my voice rough with hunger. “You begged for it, so now earn it, baby.”
He swallows, lips parting, but I don’t let him speak. I reach into the glove compartment and pull out a small packet of lube, because I came prepared, because the thought of needing him like this is never far from my mind—and I hand it to him.
My hands slide down to his ass, and in one swift, urgent motion, I rip his briefs just enough to bare what I need. Not completely, no, I want his cock still caged in that soft fabric, straining, aching, while I fuck up into him with every inch.
His breath hitches, eyes going wide, but I don’t give him time to question it.
“Lube your fingers and get your hole ready for me,” I murmur, my voice low, rough, already burning from holding back. “Do it slow. Let me feel how much you want this.”
He pauses for just a second, just one heartbeat, then tears open the packet with shaking hands. I watch him, breathing heavily as he coats his fingers. My chest tightens the second he reaches behind himself. The moment his fingers press in, his lips part in a soft gasp. His eyes flutter shut as he starts to work himself open, slow and hesitant at first.
He squirms a little, uncertain, adjusting, and I let him take his time.
I don’t move. I don’t say a word. I watch him. Every second of it. Every shift of his hips. Every quiet whimper that escapes his pretty mouth.
It takes everything in me not to stroke myself, not to lose it right here watching him fuck himself open for me. My cockthrobs in my hand, thick and twitching, and I tighten my grip until my knuckles burn.
His breathing changes —softer, quicker —and his lashes lift as his eyes meet mine, and something in his gaze clicks. Something filled with intensity. Whatever hesitance he has melts. His hand starts to move faster, bolder, and I swear my vision blacks out for a second with how badly I want to be the one inside him.
“Put in a second finger,” I rasp, my voice hoarse as I give myself one slow stroke. He shudders. I can tell by the shift of his spine that he obeys.
Then he moans, quiet and breathy, it shoots through my veins like lightning.
“Alex… please…” he whispers, voice almost broken with want.
I grit my teeth, looking at the way his body trembles for me, the way he’s gasping as he fingers himself, small soft whimpers escaping him as he rocks just slightly on his own fingers, and fuck, he looks beautiful, wild, needy, so completely mine to ruin.
“You ready to ride my cock, krasivy?” I ask, stroking my cock in sync with his movements. His head dips. He nods.
But I don’t let that slide.
“Words, baby,” I say, voice a command and a promise. “Tell me what you want.”
He lifts his face, eyes wild and glassy with need.
“I want to ride your cock, Alex,” he breathes, cheeks flushed, voice trembling with desperation. “I want you deep inside me.”
Fucking hell.
My cock twitches in my hand at how filthy and honest he is, how he says it like a prayer and a demand all in one.
“The dick’s all yours, baby,” I say, voice rough, almost slurred from need. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to put it in.”
He lets out a broken whine, lifting just enough to grab my cock and lube it. I recline the seat further to give him room. A grunt escapes me, and my head falls back against the headrest as the hot, wet head of my cock kisses his stretched rim.
And then he sinks.
Slow. Maddening. Torturous.
Every muscle in my body locks. My jaw clenches as I force myself to stay still, to let him take it at his own pace, even as my cock throbs with the effort not to fuck up into him.
A sharp gasp leaves us both as he lowers further. My hands find his waist, and overcome, I grip him tight and pull him down in one impatient snap of my hips, burying every aching inch of me inside him.
“Fuck,” I growl, the sound guttural as pleasure crashes through me.
He shudders in my lap, a trembling mess, his fingers digging into my shoulders, head tilted forward, breath ragged and shallow. His chest rises and falls with broken gasps, and when I reach up to cup his flushed cheek, he leans into my touch like he needs it.
His eyes finally open, and when they meet mine, they undo me.
