Page 114 of Tied Over

“We do have a bed upstairs,” he baited me as he flipped on the overhead light from a button on the panel beside his left hand.

“Turn the light off,” I said as I scrambled over from my seat to his, down onto his lap, leaving swipes of precum on his T-shirt as I moved.

“Fuck no,” he growled, opening the middle console and pulling out a packet of lube. “I wanna see you come apart.”

“I see you’re prepared.”

“To have sex in this car with you?” He ripped the packet open and squeezed all of it into his hand before he took firm hold of his own cock. “Yes, Jed. I am ready to have sex with you anytime, anywhere you want.”

“Such a thoughtful man,” I said under my breath, watching him stroke himself from balls to head, seeing how thick and long he was, admiring the veins and the wide head.

“I am,” he agreed, wiping his hand down the front of his T-shirt before his molten gaze hit mine. “Now lift up and take me in.”

“Just like that?”

He closed his eyes and I knew he swallowed hard because I saw the muscles in his throat cord, noted the hard clench of his jaw, and then heard his breath catch.

“I thought you wanted the light on so you could see me.”

His eyes fluttered open and he took hold of my right hip and his cock, holding it still for me even as it leaked precum.

Lifting up, one hand on the back of his seat, the other flat on the roof of the car, I felt his head slide between my cheeks and then press to my entrance.

“Go slow,” he ordered so softly that I barely heard him, even as his gaze locked with mine and he took tight hold of my thighs.

The pain was sharp and my gasp would have been loud, but he swallowed the sound as he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down for another drowning kiss. His other hand wrapped around my cock, his thumb spreading the precum over the head before he began the languorous stroking.

I felt the flush of desire run through me as I sank slowly over him rising and falling, like riding a wave, his hand moving with me until I was fully seated, and he was buried to the balls in my ass.

“Jesus, Jed,” he said, his voice a ragged, gravelly moan. “You should see your eyes.”

Words weren’t possible, only feeling was. My muscles that had fought the breach, fought taking him in, were now clenching around his length. When I moved, pushing forward, wanting him deeper inside, it felt incredible, the stretch and the burn, and the immediate throb of need to do it again.

“I should have dragged you upstairs to our bed,” he croaked out.

Our bed. Ours.

I would never take for granted that he was mine especially when I was reminded, as I was now, that it could have been so very different if I had kept the words I love you sealed away in my heart instead of confessing them to him.

“I want you under me in our bed.”

“This isn’t good?” I asked, levering up only to drop back down over him, loving the feeling of fullness.

“This is better than good,” he said like he was in pain. “But I’m not gonna last and I’ve dreamed about having you for so long.”

“You can have me every day for the rest of your life,” I promised, smiling at him before I lifted and sank, again and again, the motion endless.

“Fuck,” he moaned, jolting under me. “I want… Jed.”

“What do you want, love? Tell me.”

“I need to—it’s more… I need you off,” he demanded and so I rose up off of him slowly because moving, leaving him, was torture. I finally eased free and slid off his lap.

He moved fast, on the ground beside me, still with his underwear and jeans around his knees, shoving me forward across the seat before taking me from behind, his entry so fast and deep, he took my breath away.

“Did I hurt––”

“No, don’t stop,” I begged him.