“No.”
August was still touching himself, working the length of his cock with his gloved hand and making Dylan reevaluate his earlier opinion on all the leather.
Maybe it wasn’t too much, he decided. It wasn’t something he ever would have thought he’d find attractive, but August made it work.
Or maybe Dylan just wanted to feel August’s hand kneading his crotch like that. His cock was hard, leaking against the inside of his briefs, and the way August was squeezing down looked so nice.
It didn’t even occur to him that he could just touch himself.
“I want to push your face into my bulge.” August spoke the words in a low rumble, a confession and request for permission all at once.
“Okay,” Dylan mumbled.
“His seatbelt stays on,” Ryker warned from the front.
“Sure,” August said, moving a little away from Dylan and grabbing him by the neck. He tried to push his face down to his lap, but he was too fast and the lock on Dylan’s seatbelt engaged. August let him up a little and tried again, this time guiding him down slowly enough that his seatbelt extended with him.
Dylan was bent at the waist, seatbelt digging into his throat, the warm leather of August’s crotch pressed against his face. He could feel the bump of August’s cock against his nose, hard and throbbing, and he let out a moan when August curled his fingers in his hair and shoved him down into his bulge with a grinding motion.
With August’s hands holding him by both the back of his neck and his hair, Dylan couldn’t move an inch without the alpha’s approval.
He inhaled the scent of leather and the musky smell of August’s crotch, enjoying the tug on his hair as August moved him around.
The seatbelt digging into his throat was not as nice. The hard edge pressed against his Adam’s apple, sharply painful, forcing Dylan to tap out. He slapped his hand down on August’s thigh, resulting in August lifting his hands and letting him sit back up.
August watched him carefully, Ryker doing the same in the rear-view mirror.
Heaving for breath, Dylan laughed. “Sorry, but the seatbelt was digging into my neck. That was so hot though. I love it when you pull my hair.”
Both werewolves grinned, showing him their teeth in a way that set alarm bells ringing in the lizard part of his hindbrain.
“I’m sorry,” August said, wrapping his hand gently around Dylan’s throat and rubbing his thumb over his jugular.
Dylan held his breath, waiting with trembling anticipation for August tosqueeze.
He never did.
August slid his hand down, leaving Dylan trembling and feeling like he’d missed out on something fantastic, brushing down the front of his jacket and wrapping his fingers around his crotch.
He pressed down on Dylan’s hard cock, making him moan.
“Is this better?”
“That’s very nice,” Dylan said, blushing and pressing himself back into the seat. He looked down, heart skipping a beat at the sight of August’s huge hand between his legs.
“Just nice?” August sounded teasing. “How about this?”
August slid back and lowered himself down, burying his face in Dylan’s crotch. He pushed one arm behind Dylan’s back, wrapping his hand around his waist, while he rested the other on Dylan’s thigh.
“Is this better?”
Dylan threw his head back, mouth open wide and feeling like he couldn’t breathe. He gasped, the feeling of August’s mouth working his shaft through his pants so much better than the clumsy grip of his too-big hand.
Looking forward, Dylan caught Ryker watching him in the rear-view mirror, gaze flitting from the traffic ahead and back to him with regular intervals.
He blushed, closing his eyes and trying to hold back from coming in his pants.
“Touch me,” August growled, pushing down between Dylan’s legs like he wanted to burrow into his taint.
