“Tay,” he growled, low, like a warning. “Stop that.”
Taylor bit his lip, manoeuvring his hips so his cock pressed along the inside of his thigh. He gave it a little squeeze, trying to find some relief, but his fingers moved of their own accord as they stroked over the bulge of his knot.
Oh, that felt good. That felt right, and he couldn’t help moaning as he did it some more. “Sorry,” he said breathily, resting his cheek against the cool window. “But you’ve beendriving me crazy all night and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Johnny made a strangled sound, hands cracking the leather of the steering wheel as his pheromones filled the car. Taylor sighed, popping open the top button of his jeans and pulling them halfway down his thighs.
Fuck, his knot was swollen, pulsing harder than it ever had before. He half closed his eyes, heat pooling in his belly as he slowly stroked the length of his cock. “Ah, fuck,” he whispered, swallowing hard as he swirled his thumb through the wetness at the tip.
“You’re going to get us locked up,” Johnny said, his voice unsteady.
“So do something about it,” he replied through gritted teeth.
Johnny let out a breathy laugh, one of his hands sliding from the steering wheel to hover over Taylor’s stomach. He left it suspended for a moment, as though considering his next move.
“JP,” Taylor growled, gripping his cock harder. “Dosomething.”
Johnny swallowed loudly before pressing his palm to Taylor’s pubic hair, stroking two fingers either side of his knot. Taylor’s eyes rolled shut, his mouth tipping open as Johnny massaged his knot and balls.
“A-ah,” he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth, chasing the pressure of Johnny’s hand. He reached back to grip the headrest, propping a foot on the dashboard.
“You’re gonna make me crash.”
Taylor keened, pulling back his foreskin to expose his head to the cool air of the blowers. “You’re the one that won’t pull over.”
The car suddenly shuddered before lurching to a stop, and as Taylor opened his eyes he realised they’d pulled off the main road and were somewhere between a tall hedge and a very darkfield. Taylor’s eyes went wide as he watched Johnny turn off the car along with all the internal lights.
He growled, ripping off his seat belt and leaning across the gap to shove his mouth onto Taylor’s. “Get in the back,” he snarled, their fangs cracking together.
Taylor pushed against his mouth, just as hard and twice as hungry as Johnny tore at the seat belt and flung it back. The metal buckle cracked against the window like a gunshot.
“I said, get in the fucking back, Tay.”
Taylor flung open the car door, jeans halfway down as he lunged towards the handle. The cool air hit his clammy skin, but it did nothing to dull the inferno rising in his belly.
Johnny was already there, pulling Taylor over the seats. They tussled for a few seconds, hands and mouths ripping at each other’s clothes, elbows and knees knocking against the front seats until Johnny had Taylor pinned on his stomach.
The car filled with the sounds of breathy grunts as Taylor rutted against the seat, the musty fabric pressing against his nose. He reached back, blindly trying to rip at Johnny’s leather belt, only to feel it cracking around his knuckles.
“Bastard,” he growled, saliva bursting around his fangs at the sound of Johnny’s zip pulling down. There was pressure between his shoulder blades, then Johnny’s mouth was at his neck, and suddenly the world burst into a kaleidoscope of colours and pain as Johnny bit his scent gland.
Oh God, he was biting him. Fuckingbitinghim like Taylor had done so,somany times.
Taylor gasped, his cries smothered by the seat as Johnny pushed his head down and crushed him beneath his weight. His cock and balls lay heavily across Taylor’s lower back—a threat or a promise, Taylor couldn’t tell as the alpha part of his brain kicked into gear and he started to thrash.
Johnny held on, his jaws like a vice as he pressed him down until all Taylor could do was pant and writhe. Johnny’s fangs eased off, and he snarled against Taylor’s saliva-soaked skin. “Turn over,” he growled, barely giving Taylor any space to drag himself onto his back.
Johnny was a mess, his tight curls loosening against his sweaty forehead. “When we get home,” he growled, driving his fingers between Taylor’s legs. “This cock and this hole are mine.”
Saliva dribbled down Taylor’s chin, his cock bucking and leaving a string of pre-come across his belly. “What if I… what if I can’t wait until we get home?” he groaned.
Johnny chuckled darkly. “Perhaps if you hadn’t made yourself a virgin I’d have considered fucking you in the car.”
Taylor’s mouth pulled into a savage grin. “I thought you’d been training me. I can take it, John-Paul. You ain’t that big.”
That was a lie, a filthy, rotten lie, and Johnny pumped his long cock across Taylor’s stomach with one eyebrow raised. “What did you say?”
“I said, you ain’t?—”
