I sit in the passenger seat, my heart still pounding from the rush of watching Miguel punch Anderson. His hand rests on my thigh, his touch grounding me, reminding me that he’s always here for me.
He pulls the truck over to the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. I turn to him, my eyes meeting his, and I see the intensity in his gaze, the raw need that matches my own.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice low and concerned.
I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay now.”
Miguel closes the distance and pulls me into a heated kiss Our tongues tangle, slow and searching while his hands roam, relearning the shape of my body. A moan slips out of me as my hips buck, then roll restlessly beneath him.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. “I want to make you feel good, Caleb. I want to make you forget everything except for me.”
I trust him.
I want him.
Nodding, my eyes never leaving his. Miguel smiles, a slow, seductive curve of his lips. He reaches into the back seat and pulls out a blanket, spreading it across the bench seat. “Lie down,” he commands softly, his voice a low rumble. “Or do you want to ride me, baby?”
“I’ll lie down.” My body is already aching for his touch. Miguel climbs over me, his larger frame covering mine as he settles between my legs. He leans down, capturing my lips in another deep kiss, his hands exploring my body, tracing the lines of my muscles and the curves of my ass.
A moan escapes my lips, and my fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as I thrust up against him, seeking friction. Miguel ends the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck,leaving a path of hot, wet kisses. He nips at my collarbone, his hands roaming lower, cupping my ass and pulling me closer.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against his hand. “Please.”
He smiles against my skin, his hands moving to the waistband of my basketball shorts. He tugs them down along with my boxer briefs, exposing my hard, leaking cock. He wraps a hand around it, stroking slowly, feeling the silky smooth skin and the pulsing heat beneath.
I moan, my hips thrusting into his hand. Miguel takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking, his tongue teasing the tender tip. My hands fist in his curls, holding him close as I thrust up into his mouth.
Miguel pulls back, his lips glistening. “I want to be inside you, Caleb. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I nod, my eyes dark with desire. “So do it.”
“Don’t get sassy with me, little brat.”
“How else am I supposed to get what I want?” I fire back.Bratty Caleb has emerged.
“By being agood boyand using your words.”
I pull a small bottle of lube from the glove compartment and watch as he squirts some onto his fingers, warming it before reaching between my legs. He circles my hole, teasing and probing, before slowly pushing one finger inside.
“Fuck me,” my body clenches around Miguel’s finger. He adds another, scissoring and stretching, preparing me for his cock. I pant, my hips bucking, my body begging for more.
“I’m trying to.” He chuckles, withdrawing his fingers, unbuckles his belt, and pulls his cock out, positioning the head at my entrance. “Breathe for me.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, the slight, deliberate pull of his piercing dragging as he sinks deeper. My body stretchesand yields to him. I groan, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my back arching to take all of him.
Him inside me is the closest I’ve ever felt to whole.
“That’s it. There’s my pretty boy. Such a good fucking boy, the way you take my cock.”
Miguel responds to my praise, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic motion as he captures my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue moving in time with his cock. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.
The truck rocks with our movements, the windows fogging up with our heated breaths. Miguel’s hands roam over my body, touching and teasing, his hand finding my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Shit. Oh god,” I gasp, every nerve in my body on fire as the pressure builds. “Miguel, I’m close,” I gasp, my voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop.” I beg while he tugs my shirt up, leaving my stomach exposed.
Miguel increases his pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. “Come for me, Caleb. Let me feel you come. Do it for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I fuck your perfect ass.”
I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, my cock pulsing in Miguel’s hand as cum shoots across my stomach. Miguel groans, his body growing tense just before he fills me with his cum.
