“I’m really close,” he admits, dropping a kiss onto my lips.
“Really?”
He nods then leans in to kiss my throat. “One taste of you and I’m about ready to come in my pants.” He reaches down, pushing his sweats down awkwardly in this cramped car. It’s almost funny seeing him struggle to take them off. I watch as his cock comes free. Fuck. He’s big. Thick. He leans down, rubbing his length along mine, and my hands travel down his back before they land on his ass, pulling him close.
“Come for me.” I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him. Hard and smooth. He feels perfect in my hands. I wonder how he’d feel inside me.
His heavy eyes watch me as he leans down and kisses me hard while my hand works along his cock.
“Use your cum.”
It takes me a moment to understand. I run my hand along my stomach, gathering my release, then close my fist around his shaft. His eyes flutter closed as he nods. “That’s its, baby.”
Baby?
I ignore the name and how it feels.
This is nothing. It’s release, quick and dirty. He reaches down, groaning.
“What?”
“My balls.” His eyes flutter open, and I replace his hand with my other one, cupping his heavy sac. I give it a soft squeeze, watching his reaction.
“Good?”
He swallows, nodding “I’m close.” I squeeze and watch the way those beautiful eyes shine on me. “You want me to come, Aiden?”
“Yes.”
“Squeeze harder. I won’t break.” He breathes heavier as I listen, jerking him faster and squeezing a bit harder. I feel them tighten in my hand. “Yes. Yes. Aiden, fuck, your hands on me.”
“Come. I want to taste it.” I don’t know where that comes from, just that I need it.
His lips crash against mine and he moans as warmth hits my stomach. He stutters around me, moaning against my lips. “Fuck.” His forehead presses to mine, his eyes pinched shut. Nothing but heavy breathing and thick heat in this car.
Every time I lay my head down to sleep now, I’ll think of this.
“Fuck.” He kisses my head, then my temple. “Damn.” He laughs.
He reaches down, carefully pulling his pants completely off his legs. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I don’t have a moment to ask before he lies down on top of me, cocooned under my arm against the back of the seat. It’s cramped, our legs entwined on this seat. He holds me against him, and I roll carefully, fitting into the crook of his arm. One of his arms holds me tight, while his other strokes my hair as he lays soft kisses on my temple. “Wow.” His chest rises with his laugh. “Damn.”
“Yeah.”
It’s warm inside this car, and his fingers burn my skin. “How are you feeling?” I look up at him. My hand lying across his pec as I thumb his nipple.
Instead of answering, my gut pulls me toward him and I lift to kiss his lips.
Every shift of his thighs against mine makes the tension in my stomach pull tighter. His fingers trace a path unconsciously along my back. He’s so warm. He feels so good. Smells so good.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers into my hair.
Am I?
“No I’m not.” How can I be when I’m burning alive?
“Do you want me to let go?” He hugs me tighter, as if his own words bother him. The reality is no... no, I don’t.
I can’t speak so I shake my head.
