“Maybe,” he admitted with a gasp. “Been thinking about you fucking me since I got on the plane. I couldn’t wear underwear because I was so worked up.”
“Jesus Christ, Xavier.” I kissed him hard, swallowing his moans as I worked him with my hand. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Good way to go though,” he panted, his fingers finally getting my belt undone and freeing my cock. The first touch of his hand on my bare skin made me see stars.
I fumbled in the glove compartment, grateful that I’d stashed supplies there weeks ago in a moment of hopeful preparation. Xavier laughed when he saw the lube and condoms.
“Someone was optimistic.”
“Someone knew his boyfriend was a menace,” I shot back, coating my fingers. “Turn around.”
He did, bracing himself against the back of the front seat, presenting his ass to me in the cramped space. I took a moment to appreciate the view, his smooth and perfect ass a sight I never got tired of. But what caught my attention most was the sheen of lube around his hole and the black silicone butt plug nestled between his cheeks.
“A butt plug?” I gasped. “You had this on the entire time?”
He nodded. “Since New York,” he grinned. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
I reached out, pressing against the plug. Xavier moaned, pushing back against me. “Fuck, Marcus. I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t take it anymore.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I pulled the plug out slowly, watching him shudder as it slipped free. He was already open for me, slick and ready, and the sight of it made my cock throb painfully.
“You’re perfect,” I muttered, tearing the condom package open. “So fucking perfect.”
Xavier reached back, grabbing my wrist. “You don’t need that anymore,” he said, looking at the condom. “I’m yours now. Nobody else is going to touch me but you.”
My cock throbbed and something warm bloomed in my chest. “Are… Are you sure?”
“Do you think I would’ve shipped forty-eight boxes to bumfuck Texas if I wasn’t sure?!”
I just shook my head, feeling more than a little dumb about that question. “I… I’ve been tested and I’m negative,” I added, trying to save myself. “Just so you don’t have to worry.”
Xavier just chuckled. “Me too,” he replied. “And I wasn’t worried to begin with.” He leaned back, pressing his slick ass against my cock. “Now stop making me wait.”
I didn’t need to be told again. I lined my cock up with his stretched hole and pushed in slowly, savoring the way he opened up even wider for me. Even prepped, he was tight, and the heat of him wrapped around my cock was almost overwhelming. Xavier let out a low moan that echoed through the cab of my truck.
“God, yes,” he breathed. “I missed this. Missed you filling me up with that fat cock.”
I gripped his hips, pulling him back onto me until I was buried to the hilt. We both groaned at the sensation. Three weeks without him had been torture, and now that I had him here, bent over in the backseat of my truck in an airport parking garage, I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.
“Fuck me,” Xavier demanded, pushing back against me. “Please, Marcus. I need it.”
I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, but Xavier wasn’t having it. He pushed back harder, faster, setting a punishing pace that I had no choice but to match. The truck rocked with our movements, and I was distantly aware that anyone walking by would know exactly what was happening inside.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not with Xavier moaning beneath me, not with the way he was clenching around my cock, and definitely not with three weeks of pent-up need driving me forward.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Come on, Sheriff. Show me how much you missed me.”
I tightened my grip on his hips, slamming into him with enough force to make him cry out. My hat fell off, landing somewhere on the floor, but I didn’t care about that either. All I cared about was the man in front of me, the way he felt, the sounds he was making.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, one hand sliding up his back to push his crop top higher. “I want you to cum around my cock.”
His hand disappeared between his legs, and I could feel the movement of it as he stroked himself. The angle was awkward in the cramped space, but neither of us cared. This was desperate and messy and perfect.
“I’m close,” Xavier panted. “So close. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” I promised, my rhythm faltering as my own orgasm built at the base of my spine. “You’re mine now.”
“Yes,” he agreed, his voice breaking on a moan. “All yours. Oh fuck, Marcus, I’m?—”
