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“Here,” he panted, lips just an inch from mine, pale eyes drowsy with frantic arousal, as he moved our linked hands down until the tip of my spit-slicked middle finger smoothed over his hole. “Touch me here, Ricky.”

“Oh my god,” I wheezed again, panting with overwhelming lust, my head swimming with it.

He was still stroking his cock, fist moving even faster now, up and down at a manic pace that filled the car with a slick, repetitive sound that was so staggeringly hot it threatened to turn my brain to mush. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I had to look at him, to watch him, but the part of him I wanted to watch kept changing. The frantic bucking of his hips at first, with my hand vanishing below his balls, between his cheeks as I stroked and circled his hole. The blur of his fist flying over his leaking cock. The desperate heave of his lean belly and chest with every fast breath. And finally, his mind-blowingly gorgeous face as he gazed up at me, eyes dazed and cum-drunk, brows pinched, cheeks flushed, kiss-swollen lips parting around ragged breaths.

“Elliot,” I whispered, unable to hide the awe in my voice. He was beautiful. So, so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him. He was like the sun. No, he was like a neutron star. Blinding blue-white heat, like the core of a flame, his pull so heavy and dense that I was helpless not to fall into it, but I wanted to. I wanted to be drawn in so close to him that I could never escape.

He lifted his head just enough to delicately sweep his tongue over my lips, until I groaned and slotted my mouth back to his.

“Inside,” he panted between messy, tongue-lapping kisses that were barely kisses. “Put it inside, Ricky.”

My hands shook, but I obeyed. Crooking my finger, I applied careful, gentle pressure until I felt the tight knot ease open around it. Unimaginably tight heat hugged my finger up to the first knuckle. A strained groan tore from Elliot’s throat. I pushed deeper, moving slow, and in a rush, my finger slid all the way in.

Immediately, Elliot whimpered loudly and clamped down around it. His teeth found my bottom lip and clasped it between them, those slightly too sharp canines almost breaking the skin as he shook uncontrollably and his fist stuttered on his cock.

He cried out, the sound loud and sharp and intensely vulnerable. I felt the throb of his orgasm around my finger, and it was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever experienced. My own cock pulsed, hard again and desperate to feel that rhythmic clench around its base. God, I probably wouldn’t survive it if Elliot let me fuck him. I’d probably come so hard I blacked out while still inside him.

He shuddered hard with every spurt of cum from his cock, every clench and release of his rim around my finger, until he finally sagged back against the car door, trembling like a leaf.

Slowly, carefully, I slid my finger free and let my hand smooth over his quaking inner thigh. “You okay?” I whispered, because it felt like I shouldn’t speak at a normal volume yet.

For the first time ever, Elliot seemed vulnerable. Almost fragile. That was definitely the hardest I’d seen him come, and he seemed to be struggling to put himself back together.

He managed a weak nod, and when I nuzzled his cheek, I felt his lips curve into a smile. He turned his head just enough to kiss the corner of my mouth, letting the side of his nose rub softly against mine as he sighed and the trembling in his limbs finally began to ease up.

“I wish we could just stay here forever.” His voice was hoarse, throaty, his words a little slurred. I huffed a tiny laugh and eased myself down on top of him, nuzzling my face into his neck. He sighed with pleasure and wrapped his arms around me, burying his fingers in my hair.

“We’ve already eaten all the snacks,” I reminded him, voice muffled from having my nose and mouth pressed against the bend of his neck.

His upper body shook beneath me as he laughed. With a tired groan, he stretched his long legs out as best he could, then tangled them with mine on the back seat. “How long do you think the rest of that slushie can keep us going?”

I grunted into his throat, then finally lifted my head to look down at him. “I think if we have any more sugar in the next couple of days, we’ll both just die.”

He burst out laughing, then cupped my face and lifted his head to press a firm kiss to my mouth. “You’re probably right. You’re sweet enough, muffin.”

I didn’t point out that he was the one who smelled like cherry pie. There was no way I was going to deter him from using the cutest pet name ever on me; one I was already desperate to hear him call me again.

Elliot yawned so wide his jaw cracked. “I’m not saying it wasn’t completely, one hundred percent worth it, but we are both gonna feel like total crap at work tomorrow.”

I wrinkled my nose and lifted my arm to check my watch, then winced when I saw the time. “Damn. Yeah. It’s late, huh?”

“And we still have to drive back.” He yawned again, eyelids drooping. “Ricky, the sugar rush is fighting it out with the post-nut sleepiness.”

I chuckled, kissing his cheek before reluctantly sitting up. “Who’s winning?”

“Right now, the sleepiness, but I need to put my pants back on.”

I was very reluctant to agree, but we probably did need to start heading home soon. We were both working full days tomorrow, start to finish.

To give him a bit more room to re-dress, I climbed back into the front seat. “Where’s your car?”

“Ugh. Still at the mall.”

I peered back and chuckled when I saw him wriggling on the back seat to get his pants back up his long legs. “Want me to take you there, or drive you straight home?”

He sighed dramatically. “Probably shouldn’t leave my car there all night. It’s a piece of shit, but it’ll definitely still get stolen.”

I made a little sound of agreement in the back of my throat. “Are you okay to drive? Is the sugar rush fighting back against the post-nut sleepiness?”