“Uh, fuck yeah.”
“Can you kiss me some more?”he whispered.“If you suck my dick, I’m gonna come so fucking fast.And I just wanna—” He tilted his face upward, kissed me quickly, then huffed out a little laugh.“I wanna stay like this a little while.”
I had a sudden primal urge toscream.Like not just from the pit opening up in my stomach, but all the way down into my balls as they tightened up in anticipation of emptying all over his furry abs.I didn’t want to screamathim, exactly, but justabout him.
Because that was really goddamn sweet, and I didn’t need that shit right now.I just needed to get him off, and then get off, and then get dressed and go back to this stupid fucking wedding and stop thinking about him all over again.
I curled my fingers into his chest hair, got my fingernails in, and bumped his forehead with mine as aggressively as I could without actually hurting us.“Fuck, Kovacs.What the fuck.”
He said, “It’s okay if—”
I shut him the fuck up by shoving my tongue into his mouth and raking my nails gently down his chest.
His cock jumped, and a little wet spot formed against my belly where the tip pressed into it.Christ, I hadn’t even touched it, and he wasn’t kidding.He really was about to go off.I closed off the kiss after a few moments and said into his wet, swollen lips, “Warn me if you’re gonna cum.I wanna watch every fucking second of it, okay?”
“Okay.Yeah.Anything you want, Diego.”
Music to my goddamn ears.
I wrapped my hand around his dick, moaning into another kiss with the surge of power and heat it gave me.His pulse pounded deep inside it, and I rolled the skin up over the glistening, dark pink head of it and then back down as slowly as I could.Fucking hand job in the back seat of a shitty car should’ve felt like the good old days.
But it didn’t.It didn’t feel rushed or dangerous or pathetic.It used to feel like I couldn’t tell him no.And he couldn’t tell me no.And so we just kept going around and around like this even though we both knew it wouldn’t end well.
Tonight we were a little bit desperate, yeah, so that was the same.But it feltdeliberate, too.Like a choice we were making.I wasn’t some hopeless lonely gay kid in a redneck school anymore.I had the power.And maybe he felt some version of that, too.
I kissed the fuck out of him in that back seat until my tongue lost feeling and my lips dried out.I kissed him like I hadn’t kissed anyone in a really, really long time.Like I fuckingmeant it.And he wound his fingers in my hair and felt every inch of my skin and made sure I knew he wanted me closer, closer, as close as it was humanly possible to get.And then finally, when he dug his fingers into my ass and said, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I told him, “Go ahead, Taran.Cum for me.”
He gave a moan that vibrated my whole body, and I stroked him nice and slow while he rocked his hips into my hand.His cock convulsed in my grip, and hot cum shot from him in spurt after spurt.Yeah, I wanted to taste it, but watching that fat cock swell and leak and spray like this was just as goddamn good.I was fucking dripping, leaving sticky spots in his happy trail as I dragged myself over it again and again.
He drew a shaky breath and made to sit up, so I leaned back and braced myself with one hand on his chest.His dick slumped to one side, still swollen with his pulse.He took me by both hips andlifted, like I was still some scrawny-ass little twink, and set me down behind the driver’s seat.I was about to ask what the fuck he was doing when he slipped off the seat, curling up to fit on the floor with his feet under the passenger seat.He leaned forward between my legs and buried his face in my chest, all hot, heaving breaths and lingering kisses.
“Oh,” I huffed, tangling my hand tight in his silky hair.“But whenIwanna suck some dick, it’s noooo, stay here and kiss me.”
He laughed into my tit, then scraped his teeth over my nip.
“Fuck,” I hissed, involuntarily rocking my hips into him.
He kept going, sucking on all my sweetest parts, making me writhe and leak underneath him.By the time he got to my inner thigh, I was desperate, so I put both hands in his hair and nudged him toward my dick, giving an impatient little moan to make my point.
He glanced up at me through his hair, and the son of a bitch was grinning.
“Ha!You sure you remember how to do this?”I huffed.
“Learned from the best,” he replied before licking his way up the underside of my dick like an ice cream cone that was melting too fast.
I rocked into him, rubbing my dick against his swollen lips and holding him in place.
He very blatantly, very calmlylet me.His eyes fluttered shut, his parted lips turning up at the corners.
“You’re acting like you want your face fucked,” I told him, licking my dry lips.
He opened his eyes again, readjusted his position, and went down on meallthe fucking way.His lips hit my belly, leaking spit, and his hand cradled my balls.I wanted so, so much to hold him down on my dick and fuck his throat into oblivion.Not gonna lie.
Instead, I just gave a little gentle guidance, pulling his hair, rocking my hips.He did most of the work himself, and it was so obvious that he was trying really, really hard, the way he drooled and sucked and held his breath to please me.
Didn’t take long.Okay, only took about sixty seconds, honestly, but it was a really goddamn good sixty seconds.
And then we were just a pile of limbs trying to catch our breath in a back seat that was way too small for both of us.He pulled himself up onto the seat; picking up my stretched-out leg, he tucked himself beside me and settled my leg across his thighs.We both sucked in air for a few minutes, and I put my hand against my belly and right into a cooling puddle of cum.
