“Yes.”He slipped his hand under my shirt, flattened it against my belly, and felt his way upward slowly but surely.When he palmed my tit, he made a sound like an animal growl into my ear.My skin lit up with the shiver it gave me.
“You been working out,” he mumbled, then nipped at my ear.
I arched into his touch, biting my lip to keep from moaning like the helpless little slut I’d already devolved into.
“I always loved your body.Didn’t think it could get better,” he whispered.
“Ha!”I tried to laugh it off but couldn’t.No breath in me.Fuck, finally, I got my pants undone.“Mybody?”
He brushed my nip with his fingertips and pushed the other hand into the waist of my shorts, thumb caressing my happy trail on the way down.Felt like his hands were everywhere, and I never wanted it to stop.Nothing furtive, nothing rushed for all he was greedy to touch me; once he got his hands on my skin, he took his time feeling me up, holding me close.
He lifted my waistband up and out, then palmed my cock, pressing it into my belly and rubbing down, then up.“Your body,” he repeated, almost like a little sigh.“Always made me feel helpless.”
I laughed again, but it was totally silent, seeing as I could barely breathe.I squirmed as he wrapped his hand around my prick and squeezed gently.When I got a little air in me, I managed, “Fuck, man.I should—I should close the door.”Because if someone did get curious, they were not gonna enjoy the sight of my dick getting felt up first thing, that was for damn sure.
“If I let you go, will you take it off?”He tugged at the waistband of my shorts and tightened the other arm around my middle, pulling me closer still.His right leg was fully off the seat, and one of my asscheeks too, but now I could feel his hard, hot cock against my back.
“What if I say no?”What can I say?Brats gonna brat.
“Then I’m not letting you go,” he murmured, arm going even tighter.
Jesus, he used to be able to just pick me up and put me where he wanted to, but I hadn’t thought hestillcould.Ihadbeen working out for years now.He might not have been in college football shape anymore, but he was on the edge of lumberjack territory for sure.His fucking arms were so strong, god, I could just live here now.
I wriggled until I could kick my pants off, then my shorts, and he loosened his arm around me.I crawled onto my knees and tugged the door shut, leaving my boots outside and my pants hanging halfway out.Meanwhile, he was doing something or other behind me, and there was zero room to maneuver.
“Forgot what a pain in the ass car sex is,” he chuckled.
“You never complained.”I looked over my shoulder and grinned.
“I never had a whole place of my own to hook up in, either.What are you doing?”
“Closing the door.”
“It’s closed.C’mere.”He put an arm around me again, pulling me back into him.With some effort, a lot of swearing, and even more laughing, we got situated with him in the middle, his legs wide apart, and me straddling his hips, my ass between his thighs.His knees pressed into the backs of the seats, and he slouched to keep me from knocking my head off the ceiling.
“I think we both grew,” he said with a snort.
Before I could make a smart remark, he took my face in both hands and pulled me down into a kiss that made my whole body ache.His mouth was open when it met mine, and his tongue slipped over my bottom lip and into me, then curled upward like an invitation.He buried his fingers in my hair, and I twisted mine into his shirt tight, like I was afraid I’d slide off the goddamn world if I let him go.
We kissed.And then switched angles and kissed some more.He brought one hand down, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer so I was perched on his balls and our pricks were lined up tight against each other, trapped between our heaving bellies.His fingers pressed into my ass cheek hard, and he bit at my bottom lip just enough to pull it out and let it snap back.
He took all the breath out of me.I wanted him to do it again.“I do not remember you kissing like that,” was all I could say.
“Neither did you.”He huffed for air, looked up, caught my gaze and held it.Even in the dark, his eyes were very, very blue against his skin and hair, and for a second I just sat there in his lap, staring like a dumbfuck.He untangled the hand in my hair and ran it down my jawline, then traced my bottom lip with the rough pad of his thumb.Justlookingat me, like we hadn’t done this dance a million times as stupid kids who didn’t know any better.
Like he was really seeing me for the first time in his idiot life.
I couldn’t help it.I let my inner slut take over and rocked my hips forward, rubbing my throbbing dick against his, pressing us both into his belly and letting my mouth fall open under his thumb.
He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of my head and pulled me back into his mouth.While we kissed, I pried his shirt open, then shoved his undershirt upward, burying my fingers in the soft, short curls all up his belly and across his chest.Once I got my hands on those beefy tits, I dug in and rubbed my dick up on his thick happy trail.
Mybody?Fucking guy was a human playground created specifically for my pleasure, as far as I could tell.
When the kiss broke again, we were both gasping, and I planted my face in his neck and started kissing my way down.Hell, this was the longest I’d made out with a guy without going down on him in a while, and all I was thinking was that I wanted to taste that dick before this was over.But about the time I got my face buried in his tits, he took it in both hands and guided me back upward.
“You okay?”I huffed, uncertain.Once I started moving south, guys usually let me go for it.
“Yeah.You?”
