A hiss rattles through the cab, and Tek fists my hair, tugging me to him. And I let him. I belong to him just as much as he does to me.
My lips meet the side of his mouth in a wet, messy collision.
His body clenches around me, drawing me deeper.
I babble promises against his parted lips that he sucks straight down.
“Never leaving... Not ever… Fuck Eden… Fuck your parents—fuck all of it… You’re mine.”
“Lo… I—hngh ahh, fuck—I lo—”
“No!” I shout, pulling out, quick and brutal.
Tek gasps like he’s been punched in the gut, his hips and ass pushing back on nothing; searching for me.
I crawl backwards out of the cab until my boots hit the slush.
Cold wind beats against my bare ass, highlighting how much I, too, miss the heat of Tek’s body.
“Roll over,” I command, tugging at his legs.
He moves slowly at first, dazed, his face flushed.
He’s already wrecked, but if he insists on speaking now, I’m going to make sure he’s facing me while he does it.
I grab him by the ankles and drag him to the edge of the bench seat until his ass is right at the lip. His pants are still bunched around his thighs, and his shoes are still on, too.
I hook his knees over my shoulders and line myself up again.
When I push back in, his head slams back against the leather, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.
The angle is different. Deeper. His favorite.
I watch his eyes glaze over and the tendons in his neck strain as every muscle in his body goes taut.
I need to hear what he has to say.
I told him to save it, but I need those words more than I need anything else. But I can wait one more minute till his body isn’t distracted and his mind is completely free.
Tek reaches for me between his legs and I nearly fold him in half when I lean forward.
“Fuck yes!” His voice bellows out, shouting to the trees. And I hope it’s loud enough for Eden and Jin to hear.
With Tek's arms around my neck, his nails dig in as he does all he can to hold on as I piston up into him, hitting him just right—over, and over, and over again until one of his hands drops and he grabs his dick to squeeze high on the shaft.
There’s barely room for him to move, but after only a few lewd strokes, his calves lock tight on the sides of my head as his hips buck off the edge of the bench.
I have to grab onto the door frame to keep my balance, as Tek’s hole chokes the ever-loving fuck out of my cock.
His face contorts.
His hips settle, but his legs shake against me.
And all the while I never stop. I don’t stop giving, or taking, or supporting us both.
Then, Tek’s dark eyes lock on mine, pupils wide, but completely clear.
“You can say it now,” I tell him, my voice shaking with desperation to hear the words truly, for the first time in my life.
