“I swear.”
42
JERICHO
Having a surprise party for Raiden was Connor’s worst idea. All I want to do is take him home and properly love him in our bed, to feel his body curl around mine while he writhes in pleasure. But instead, I’m about to have to subject myself to hanging out with all of our friends and family with the worst case of blue balls known to man.
I’ve had to endure his hand on my upper thigh, teasing the zipper of my pants with every brush of his fingers across my groin. It’s madness, the sickening kind of madness that drives sane people to do crazy things. Like say to hell with this party and stride right past all the party goers with Raiden thrown over my shoulder so I can fuck him six ways to Sunday while everyone else carries on partying.
When we park in front of our house, I pull directly into the garage and narrowly avoid clipping the siding with my mirror when Raiden palms my hard cock in his hand. The tendons in his hand flex as my gaze focuses on him stroking me through the layers I have on.
“We can’t–” I start to argue but it quickly dies in my throatas Raiden’s nimble fingers cup my cock and pull the zipper of my pants down, making sure I don’t get snagged in his haste.
“Wecan,Jer.” Raiden argues, pulling back my underwear and wiping the small bead of precum from the tip of my swollen dick. The warmth of his palm is heaven on my dick, more than I deserve but I’m struck speechless as he tugs my foreskin down, exposing the head of my cock to the cool air conditioning from my truck. The tension between us grows, thickening in the silence as I watch him play with me.
I lift my eyes to meet his. His hooded eyes greet me and a moan rumbles out of my chest, long and deep. My cock flexes in his hand as my nuts tighten. I’m going to embarrass myself and come prematurely,but as long as it’s at Raiden’s hand I couldn’t care less.
“Faster,” I whisper and he pumps his hand up and down my shaft, tugging the skin with every pull and I can’t fight the urge to wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
He tastes like toothpaste and chapstick. A tempting combination that sets my blood on fire and has my dick throbbing in his hand.
“Like this?’ Raiden asks before he leans over and I watch, mesmerized, as he lets a trickle of saliva fall out of his mouth and onto my dick. Using his palm to slick me.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that baby,” I tell him, keeping my hand secured around his neck as I pump my hips up to match his down strokes. I press our foreheads together, smelling the sweet smell of his body wash and cologne as he sucks in my every exhale. He goes faster, tugging on me harder and running his thumb across my leaking tip without breaking his rhythm. It’s hot. Amazing. Everything I could have dreamed of and more.
“Gonna– gonna come–” I warn him, feeling selfish that he’s not getting off but also too drawn into my own pleasure to stophim now. I’ll make sure to blow his mind, and his dick, after his party.
Oh fuck, the party.
I can’t stop my orgasm, though… not that I want to. If anyone were to walk out here right now and see me in all my glory, I wouldn’t give a shit. Not when I have Raiden in my front seat, jerking my dick like a pro. I’ve jerked myself off to images of this for years, and now that I’ve obtained it, I can’t be stopped.
My vision whites, stars bursting across the backs of my eyelids as I unload my release into Raiden’s hand, and he uses it to make my dick slick and keeps jerking it until I’m convulsing in overstimulation. The sticky mess I’ve made is reflecting the light from the garage, highlighting the truth of what happened here. My truck is filled with the smell of sex and sakura—the combination of the two of us is a powerful aphrodisiac. My dick rallies, trying to get hard again for another round.
When I finally come back to earth, my heart rate has slowed and I don’t think I’m going to pass out from the sensations, his pupils are blown wide, and the tent in the front of his pants calls to me to help him out.
We can spare five more minutes.
**
With the taste of Raiden coating my mouth, and slightly wobbly legs, I circle the truck to help him out of the passenger seat. His cheeks are flushed and his legs are more unsteady as mine as he gingerly crawls out of the seat. Pink lips and dazed eyes are all I can focus on as I shut the door once he’s out.
There’s a small noise coming from the house, so in an effort to conceal it and keep the surprise asurprisejust a few moments longer I say the first thing that comes to my mind… “Why do you think the recipe for coke is so secretive?”
“Coke? Like cocaine? Probably because it’s a lucrativebusiness and they don’t want anyone to steal their thunder.” Raiden answers and I roll my eyes when he looks over at me.
“I was talking about coke, like thedrink.” I emphasize the word drink, hoping it will keep him distracted from the noise that’s growing louder as I start to open the door to the house.
“Definitely the same reason. There’s, like, a huge vault with the recipe. And only two people who know it. They can’t be in the same car just on the off chance they get in a wreck and both die.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yep, saw it online. Crazy.” Raiden confirms, stepping into the house. A burst of noise ricochets and Raiden jumps in the air, clutching his chest and scrambling to duck behind me. I chuckle, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him in front of me to see all of our friends and family gathered into my living room. Streamers hang from the ceilings, painting it in an array of bright colors. Loose balloons are spread everywhere, taking up any space that was left available after everyone crowded in here.
“What?” Raiden asks, shocked and he turns his eyes towards me. Tears blur his eyes and I wipe underneath to help catch them before they fall and ruin the makeup I watched him do before he left the hospital.
“Surprise, tiny dancer.” I tell him, pressing my lips to his forehead before the crowd storms us, surrounding the two of us and cocooning us in a mass of madness.
Damon finds a way to navigate between the bodies, wrapping himself around Raiden’s legs and holding on tight.
