The thought makes my cock throb. I’ve never been overly claimy and possessive, but there’s something about knowing that no one else has ever experienced this. No one’s gotten to enjoy him naked. No one else has kissed him or sunk into his body.
He’s all mine.
I’ve so desperately wanted someone who was mine.
And Ziggyfeelslike it. Like I’ve been waiting for him. The way something in my chest has connected in a way that feels natural.
Nothing forced. No uncertainty.
My finger buries to the knuckle, and I smile softly at him. “You’re doing so good.”
His breathing has gotten louder, cock still rock hard, and his lips twitch like he wants to smile too. When I stroke my finger in and out, his eyes fall closed, and his forehead meets mine.
I close my eyes too, reveling in the feel of his soft hair tickling my face, in his hand on my dick, and his skin skimming mine. I bring my free hand up to rest on his back, and I love the way all that living, breathing warmth infects me.
When he’s taking me easier, I tear the lube open with my teeth, coat my hand, and add a second finger. There’s tension for a second, and I pause, letting him adjust, feeling him fight the way he naturally wants to resist and forces himself to relax instead.
“That’s it …” I tell him. “Just like that.”
“Keep going.”
I test him out, slowly moving in and out. His cock has softened a little, but it doesn’t take long for him to get it back as I work my fingers deeper.
The air in the cab has thickened with our heavy breathing, windows fogging and my hair sticking to my neck. Ziggy’s panting has gotten heavier as he thrusts into his fist and back onto my fingers, the pain clearly gone. The more he enjoys himself, the more I can get into it as well. I stop overanalyzing and focus instead on the pressure around my fingers, how sexy he feels inside, and slowly work him open, knowing it’ll be my cock’s turn soon.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, and the trueness of it grips my heart. There isn’t a single goddamn thing I’d change about Ziggy, and I hope he feels the same. I hope I can be everything he needs me to be.
Because it’s taken until this very moment for me to realize that I don’t need a lot.
I just need to be loved.
I catch his lips in a kiss, and the way I know it’s him even without being able to see is one of my favorite things. His piercings, his scent, the way he kisses me like he needs it.
I’d give Ziggy my life if he let me.
All of it.
I add another finger, but I’m barely aware of it, and when he keeps kissing, keeps stroking, it’s like he hasn’t noticed either. The need is ballooning around us, pressing down with this suffocating tension that has sweat prickling across skin. My lungs are tight from the heavy air, thighs slick from the friction between us, and when he moans, deep and longing, my balls pull tight.
“Ziggy …” I mutter between kisses. “I need this. Need you so bad.”
“Me too,” he whispers, and that grip around my heart tightens. “What do I do?”
I pull my fingers out and search for the condom. In my need, I’m hardly paying attention to anything other than getting it open and rolling it down my shaft. Then I tear into the closest lube packet and squeeze it out over my cock. Before I can rub it in, Ziggy takes over.
His slick hand moves over me, feeling like a dream, and I have to catch his wrist to stop him.
“It’s time for you to sit on my cock now.”
A whimper starts and dies in the back of his throat. “How?”
There are too many positions I want to try with him that my brain short-circuits. We’re limited in what we can do in the truck though, so my greediness will have to wait. “Ah …” As much as I’d love to see the exact moment I enter him for the first time, that won’t work here. “Stay like this. That way, you can take me at your pace.”
His eyes are hooded as he reaches down and positions my cock at his entrance. He looks almost as horny as I am, lips red and puffy, hair stuck to his face in damp clumps. “Like this?”
“Don’t go too fast. Speaking from experience.”
He holds my gaze as he presses down onto me, and there are a few seconds of resistance before he stretches open and sucks me in. The initial pressure around my cockhead is pure fucking bliss, and Ziggy pauses, squeezing impossibly tight before he relaxes again.
