I gazed at him and rubbed my jaw against his. “I’m never lonely when I’m with you.”
Joe kissed me like he had a hundred times, but it felt different now. Like my night of incarceration had somehow set us free. He fused our mouths together and grazed his teeth over my soul.
“Joe.” His name was a whisper on my lips.
And his answer was to pull the tailgate shut and push me down on the fold out bed.
I lay back and let him climb all over me. Kissing Joe—and more—had been a sporadic journey to oblivion, but his taste was so familiar that I wanted to weep. I tugged at his T-shirt until it disappeared. My hoodie followed, and as his chest touched mine, a new spark danced between us.
He sucked in a breath. The bulge in his jeans hardened against my leg, and I slid my hand to his belt buckle. His jeans went the same way as his T-shirt, and suddenly he was rolling over, pulling me on top of him. “Fuck me.”
I’d waited a lifetime for him to finish that sentence. I fumbled for my wallet and the long-abandoned condom tucked behind my collection of store loyalty cards. By some insane stroke of fortune, a sachet of lube lurked there too.
Joe raised an eyebrow. “It’s almost like you planned this.”
“Let me check the expiry dates before I claim credit for that.”
I was only half joking, but they were both in date, and my humour faded as I stripped away the remaining clothes between us. My desire for Joe had been electric from the start, but it was off the scale now as my heart beat a souped-up samba, thudding against my ribcage like it would never stop.
Joe shivered and arched up into me. “Don’t go too hard.”
“I’ll be gentle,” I whispered.
He smirked. “Not for my sake, mate. Just don’t want to get nicked again.”
In the haze of being naked with him, I’d clean forgotten about the fact that we were in a public car park, and any enthusiastic movements would send the van rocking. I paused for breath and fought for a glimmer of self-control. The prospect of fucking Joe was making me tremble with need, but I had to take care with him—in every sense.
I rolled the condom on and ripped open the lube sachet. Joe closed his eyes as I slicked us both, and he blew out a long slow breath as I brought his leg to his chest. I lined my cock up against him, pressing slowly inside him, tracking the glorious flush that stole over his beautiful skin. He clamped around me, resisting at first, but then welcoming me in, moaning, ragged and breathless, and digging his fingers into my shoulder.
“Fuck.” He bit my shoulder, his body tense and strained. “Give me a sec.”
I’d give him the world if he’d let me, but now didn’t seem the time to tell him. And I was kind of hoping he already knew.
I held my hips still and rubbed his chest, smoothing my palm over the lean muscle and up his neck to cup his face. “You okay?”
He hummed and wrapped his legs around my waist, his heels at my back, urging me on with infinitesimal pressure. I took the hint and rolled my hips gently enough to make my eyes water. His answering moan was fucking magical, and I found a crazy-slow rhythm that set me on fire, cell by cell, atom by atom.
Pleasure crept up on me, building like an inferno in the breeze. The contradiction between pace and sensation blew my mind. I sought refuge in Joe, in his kiss, in his neck, and eventually devoured every inch of him I could reach. Sweat slicked our bodies together, our pulses raced in time, and I swallowed his every gasp.
Joe’s hands roamed my back. He scraped his blunt nails over my heated skin and growled filthy words in my ear. “Touch me.”
His dick was like steel, trapped between us. I squeezed it and jacked him in time with the thrust of my cock.
“Jesus!” He jerked up, breaking the rhythm, and my dick slid into him harder. “I’m gonna come.”
I bent down to kiss him again, driving my tongue into his mouth. “Do it.”
“Harry—”
Joe’s face contorted, and he screwed his eyes shut until I gripped his chin and forced him to look at me, my other hand still pumping his cock.
“Eyes on me,” I whispered. “I wanna see you.”
Joe’s only answer was a frantic moan, and his gravelly cry shot through me like a spark on dry tinder. My own release roared to life, kept at bay only by the desperate need to watch him fall apart—eyes wild, skin stretched taut over his straining muscles.Fuck, he’s so beautiful. I’d seen him come before, but not like this—with his whole body, every facet of him given over to the pleasure coursing through him.
Bearing witness to it tipped me over the edge. I rose up on my knees, clutching one of his thighs to me like an anchor, and fucked him harder, driving every shudder and shake from him until I exploded with a guttural groan.
For long moments, my world narrowed to my whited-out vision and Joe’s laboured breaths. And it was perfect. My veins sizzled with aftershocks and a quiet peace stole over me.
