He wraps his lips around three of my fingers and sucks them in deep.
Fuck.My cock pulses, jumping so hard I feel my zipper pressagainst it through my briefs.
Drool slicks down my fingers, and when he finally pulls off, he spits into my palm.
I don’t hesitate to slide my hand back under the blanket and wrap it around his length. His head falls against my shoulder, one arm looping up and over my neck.
“So hard for me.”
The way he breathes through his moans has me wondering if I even give a shit about watching fireworks. He’s tempting me to cart him off inside and fuck him until we are both a mess.
Twisting my wrist as I stroke him, I lean down to suck on his neck. I bite, then run my tongue over the spot that’s already turning red.
I’ve been leaving love marks all over him, because I like seeing proof of me on his body when he walks around naked.
With my free hand, I pinch his nipple. He lets out a loud, filthy sound. Oh yeah, he likes that. He fists my hair, gripping at the roots like he needs it to stay grounded.
“I remember…” I murmur, nibbling on his ear. “When you used to be quiet. Now listen to you—nearly screaming for me.”
His chest heaves as he pants. “I-I’m… baby, please, I’m going to come.”
I lean over, pulling my hand from his nipple to tap my phone and check the time. “No, not yet.”
The pause in my stroke has him whimpering, and fuck. I love it. I’m addicted to it. I’m a goddamn dog, ready to heel at his smallest command.
He thinks I’ve got all the control, but he couldn’t be more wrong. It’s him who has me in a chokehold. He’d never ask, but if he wanted me to crawl to him, I would—without hesitation. Because hearing him like this, seeing him come undone and smiling… that’s perfection.
I’d do anything for it. I’d kill for it. Getting on my knees for his happiness, his pleasure? Pfft. Just another fucking day.
“Please, god, Keo?—”
“Shh…” I squeeze just under the head of his cock and drag a slow stroke down his length. His body shakes, and as I take his chin and turn him to face me, I smile.
“You’ll come… right…” My movements return to a pleasurable pace, and just as his back arches, midnight hits. “Now.”
This hadn’t been my plan, but shit—if he wants to set it up like that, I’ll make it happen. I’m just glad the fireworks aren’t late, because honestly, that might’ve been embarrassing.
The first boom explodes in the distance the same moment his cock pulses. He calls out as he spills over my hand, down his length, across his thighs, and onto the blanket beneath us.
I don’t give him a second to catch his breath. My mouth slams to his, and he shifts in my hold, arms winding tight around my head. His legs shake as he fumbles to kick off his pants, and I wrap an arm around his midsection, helping him strip until he’s straddling my thighs.
I don’t bother wiping away the mess of his release. Instead, I grab his ass with the same hand, spreading it across his skin. We’re going to be a mess tonight anyway—no point in staying clean now.
He pulls back just an inch, breathless, and whispers, “Happy New Year, baby.”
Sliding my dry hand up into his hair, I grin. “Happy New Year, sunshine.”
45
He had to pry me off his lap to watch the rest of the fireworks, though he settled me right back down between his thighs, my back to his chest, and held me close as the sky burst overhead.
After the grand finale, we sat in the darkness, waiting for the smoke to slowly clear. Only once I pulled on my boxers did we climb out of the truck bed and head toward the entrance of our… tent? It looks more like something out of a safari, and even from outside, I can feel the heat spilling from it.
It’s freezing out here. If not for the blankets and Keo’s body heat, I’d have suffered through the show. I know these setups are for glamping—I’ve never done it before tonight, and honestly, I’ll take the comfort. Especially since he hinted at more than just that hand job. I’m not exactly eager to fuck on the hard ground.
Keo reaches for the door handle but pauses.
“We’ve talked a lot about consent and our limits, Ayden.”
