“Me too?—”
He cuts me off by kissing me again, his tongue sliding against mine, and I can’t remember why this is a bad idea.
His hand moves from my neck to my thigh, sliding up the outside of my jeans, and I’m already tenting my pants.
“Tell me to stop, right now,” he murmurs, his lips moving to my jaw, my neck. “And I’ll take you home.”
I can’t say it. I want this.
Just one night where I say fuck it.
For my entire life, I have always followed the fucking rules and dedicated myself to hockey. But what about me and what I want?
“That’s what I thought,” he growls.
I’m hyperaware of the fact that we’re in a truck at a public overlook, even if it’s late and there’s no one around. Someone could drive up at any moment, but that thought only makes me want this more.
Landon shifts his seat back, creating more space, and pulls me toward him. I’m awkward, but he guides me onto his lap with surprising gentleness. The position is uncomfortable, and the steering wheel presses against my back, but I don’t care.
He’s hard beneath me. I can feel him, and it sends a jolt of arousal straight through me.
“This is fucking crazy,” I breathe.
“Completely crazy,” he agrees, his hands sliding under my shirt, his palms hot against my skin.
He pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it into the back seat. Cool air hits my chest, and then his mouth is there, kissing a line down my sternum.
He shifts beneath me, unbuttoning my slacks, and I lift my hips so he can push them down. His hand wraps around my hard cock, stroking me slowly, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that. Let me hear you.”
He increases his pace, and I give in to the sensations, letting the sounds come out.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he says. “Desperate and needy for me.” He leans forward, his mouth meeting mine again. “I don’t care about anything right now except making you come.”
His words do something to me, breaking down my defenses piece by piece. I haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time. I reach for the button on his jeans, but he catches my wrist.
“Not yet,” he says. “I want to make you come first.”
He continues stroking me, his other hand tracing patterns across my chest, down my ribs and to the dip of my waist.
My orgasm builds quickly, coiling tight at the base of my spine. I’m close, so close, and he seems to know because he increases his pace.
“Come for me,” he whispers against my ear.
My orgasm crashes over me, and I come in his hand with his name on my lips, my body shaking as pleasure rips through me.
I collapse against him, and as his arms wrap around me, I don’t move away.
“I really want to fuck you now,” he says, and I nod against his chest.
“We can only do this once, you know that right?”
His laughter vibrates up and into my ear. “I do.”
He reaches over to the glove box and pulls out a condom, then before I can shift off his lap, he opens his door and slides us both out. I cling to him for dear life, but he lands on his feet and I slide down his body, my pants pooling at my ankles.
Landon opens the back door as I take off my shoes and pants. I’m awkwardly aware of being fully naked as I climb into the back of his truck, but the bench seat back here is long enough that we can lie down. I push up on my elbows as Landon clambers up. He has removed his jeans and hovers over me, using one arm to hold himself up while the other drops the lube packet on my chest, tears the condom open with the help of his teeth, and rolls it over his cock. Fuck, I want him inside me.
