Okay, okay, so I needed to control the situation, at least.Needed to make sure this was on my terms.I glanced at him again, caught him rubbing his bulge with the side of his thumb, like he was trying to nudge it to one side.
“Get it out,” I said.
“What?”He chuckled.“My dick?”
“Come on.I wanna see if it’s as nice as I remember.And I don’t wanna wait.”
He yanked on his belt to open it, then popped the button.
I tried to focus on the road, which was starting to curl into the mountain woods.But out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hands working the zipper, his whole body shifting as he lifted his ass to pull his pants and shorts down around his thick thighs.I couldn’tnotlook when he freed his prick finally, a thick and juicy eight inches straight out of my OnlyFans dreams.
Not the biggest I’d ever had, sure.But it was smooth and uncut and fat as fuck.God, I’d regretted never asking him to fuck me more than anything else, in that first year after he left.I’d pretended the first guy to get in there was him, even though his dick was nothing like Taran’s.
Don’t get me wrong.All dicks are good dicks, organic or otherwise.But there’s just something sentimental about the first one you ever get to enjoy that isn’t your own, you know?
“Well?”he asked.
I shot him a glare.
“Did you exaggerate it?”he prodded, his dimple deepening.
“I did not,” I allowed, trying to roll my eyes.“Go ahead.Show me something impressive.”
“Thought I just did.”
“Fuck you.”I couldn’t help laughing, though.“Goddammit, stop being funny.I’m trying to set the mood here.”
“Both is good.”
I was about to sayfuck youagain, but we were coming up on a side road.It was where hunters parked in the winter, and there were deer stands all over the nearby woods.No one was ever here in summer, though.
I knew it very, very well from the old days.And he did too.I said, “Oh shit, look at this.”
“Wow.Didn’t even realize we were nearby.”
I turned down the dirt lane, then backed up into the trees so anyone on the main drag wouldn’t see the car and get curious.
He tucked his glasses in the front pocket of his jacket before setting it on the dashboard.Then he opened his door and kicked off his shoes, then finished getting rid of his pants and shorts, all while grinning like a goddamn idiot.
“Don’t be proud of yourself yet,” I said, even though I was smiling pretty hard too.I stumbled out onto the dirt road and plopped down in the back seat, unlacing my boots.Why the fuck had I worn boots anyhow?Dumbass.
He closed the other back door and knelt on the seat behind me, tugging on the collar of my jacket.He slid it over my shoulders, then tried to pull it down, but couldn’t because I was trying to fix my boots.
“Hang on,” I laughed.
“You already got me started, so you gotta catch up,” he informed me, then pressed his hot lips against my neck right below my earlobe.
I shivered as he kissed me, his tongue sliding against my skin then down, down beneath my collar.He tugged at it, shifting my shirt over to one side, like he couldn’t wait to get me out of it.
Okay.Okay, I did not expect him to be this confident, which was clearly a miscalculation based on our previous fumbling exploration.Right, just needed to recalculate before I—
“You need help with those boots?”he asked into my ear, stubble scraping my neck.“Or anything else?”
I kicked the boots off and leaned forward so he could pull off my jacket.He threw it into the front seat, and I leaned back into him, tugging at my belt frantically.
He put both arms around my waist and pulled me into the middle of the seat, between his bare thighs.He murmured, “C’mere,” into my ear in such a deep, rough voice that it vibrated from his chest into my back.He grabbed my shirt and yanked, untucking it in one quick motion, and then started working the buttons.
“Fuck, Kovacs,” I huffed, fighting the urge to just ragdoll and let him have his way with me.“You in a hurry?”
