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I frown. “But… it’s not safe.”

“We already did it once. Damage is already done, right?”

That’s not entirely true, but I’m too impatient to argue with him about it. It’s his choice this time, and besides that, I’m desperate to feel him bare again. It feels good with a condom, but without one, it feels so good it should be illegal.

Discarding the condom, I rip the lube packet open and squeeze the contents over my cock. “Come here, puppy.” I sit up straight, motioning to my lap.

Lane straddles me eagerly, and he moans as I stroke my slick fingers over his hole and kiss his neck. He’s a lot louder than he usually is, and I realize this is the first time we can be as loud as we want. No one can hear us. No one can disapprove.

“That’s it, puppy,” I whisper into his neck. “Now sit on my cock like a good boy.”

He rolls his hips, and his hole finds the head of my cock. His breath hitches as it sinks inside.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Now move. Show me how much you want this. Fuck.”

I can’t hold back my moans, so I muffle them by kissing Lane’s sweet mouth and swallowing his whines and little sobs of pleasure.

“Y-You do it.” He scrambles for my hands and places them on his hips, moving them up and down. “Fuck me.”

“You want me to help?”

He nods, eyes tearing up. “Yeah. I want it so, um, hard, and you’re the only one… the only one who’s ever given that to me.”

Well, then. Can’t leave my puppy wanting.

“Feet up,” I say, and he places his feet on the car seat, on either side of my hips. “Stay still, just like that.”

He puts his arms around my shoulders, and I brace my feet on the floor mat and start thrusting up into him as hard and deep as I can.

A soft cry builds in his throat, like he’s hurting, but he nods and moans, “Keep going… Feels so good… Thank you…”

A feeling I can’t put a name to rises in my chest as I look into his eyes and see how needy he is for me, how much he wants me, how much he needs me.

I need him too.

Fuck, I need him too.

The realization makes my hips stagger and slow, and Lane makes a frustrated noise.

“Keep… keep going. Please. I’m so close.”

I shake my head, trying to push the thoughts and the feelings back, and double down. I slam my hips up, cramming my cock deep inside him, squeezing his hips so hard I’m sure my grip will leave him bruised. When I bite down on his shoulder, he gasps and shakes and moans, coming untouched between us. He thrusts his hips back, and as his ass pulses around me, I come with him, groaning into his mouth.

I keep kissing and fucking him even when my orgasm is fading, his ass sloppy and creamy with cum as I fuck it back into him, still hard and still fucking lost in him.

Finally, he breaks the kiss with a whine. I pull out of him and wipe us down with some paper towels from the glove compartment. After that, I crack a window open, and we lie entangled in the back seat while the birds chirp around us.

We stay like that for longer than is probably wise, Lane halfway slumped over my chest, his hair tickling my cheek. I kiss him now and again, soft and light, sliding a hand up and down his side, unable to stop touching him.

“Did that feel good, puppy?”

“So good,” he whispers. “Everything we do feels good.”

I shift my hand up to his collar, looping my finger through the ring at the front, lost in thought. Where do you get chokers like these? A sex shop? Or just a regular clothing store? I make a mental note to look into it.

The buzzing of my phone startles me into action. I dig into my jeans and swipe without looking at who’s calling.

“Are you with Lane?” says Oliver’s curt voice at the other end of the line.