“Kiss me,” I ordered, and he bent forward as he sank down a fraction over my cock, the slide slow, as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
His clenching muscles resisted, but I gripped his thighs, widening them, changing the angle so his weight dropped him over my shaft, impaling him fast and without warning.
He broke the kiss and cried out, and I stilled, scared that I’d hurt him in my haste, but his hands gripped my shoulders so he could rise, only to lever back down.
I took his face in my hands and claimed his mouth savagely, mauling him into submission, sucking on his tongue as he whimpered and rutted against me, taking me deeper inside with each roll of his hips.
“Jesus, Dallas,” I said against his lips, “you feel so good wrapped around me.”
“You always—Croy!”
The fact that him fully seated on top of me was making it difficult for him to form a sentence was a very good sign.
“I love that you couldn’t wait until we got home,” he murmured, breathing roughly.
“No, I couldn’t,” I confessed, spitting into my palm before I took hold of his cock, stroking him hard and fast. “You’re lucky we made it this far.”
“Lucky,” he repeated, bucking against me, grinding down onto me and then lifting back up, only to repeat the motion over and over. “Not gonna lie, I’m feelin’ damn lucky at the moment.”
I didn’t have enough control. “We need to move,” I growled, lifting him up, off me, and manhandling him between our seats and into the back.
Fortunately, there were no seats behind us, only what looked like a bench that was folded up against the side. I came down on top of him and would have driven him to the floor if he wasn’t covered in bunching muscles that held him up, now on hands and knees, as I scrambled off him before taking hold of his hips and burying myself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he yelled, head dropping between his shoulders, hands clenched on the metal floor as I pulled out only to thrust in again. I grabbed his shoulder then, leaving the other hand on his hip, not letting him move, and drove to his core with pounding, hammering strokes that pulled mewling cries from the back of his throat.
“I told you, I love having you under me.”
“Please,” he gasped, his body jerking, bucking forward with each shove inside him. “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna… Croy!”
His muscles constricted around me so tight, so fast that the orgasm was wrung out of me, and I was coming for the second time that day, my body so lost in the throes of passion that I kept pounding inside of him, unable to stop until I collapsed down over his back.
“I’m gonna fall,” he whispered, and I put my hand down on the floor, bracing us both until I could lean back, bringing him with me, knees bent, my bare ass on the soles of my shoes as I sat there with him impaled on my still twitching cock buried in his tight hole.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he said, head back on my shoulder, panting, taking in big gulps of air. “How?”
“How what?” I asked, one hand around his neck, the other back on his hip.
“How has anyone never kept you?”
“What makes you think it was their choice?” I told him, stroking his flagging shaft, hearing him hiss with the contact. I knew it hurt, and didn’t at the same time. Aftershocks were running through him, and I was still touching him.
“Oh God, what’re you… I had no idea, looking at you in your safe, elegant bespoke suit, that you had a fuckin’ club between your legs.”
I turned his head forcefully, and he parted his lips for me, letting me lick inside his mouth, and then drag my tongue over his until he had taken in enough air to kiss me back.
Held there against me, my right hand on his slowly hardening cock, my left hand keeping his face angled so I could kiss him deeply, when he tore his mouth free, I asked him if I was hurting him.
“No,” he barely got out, voice breaking. “Don’t stop, just have me. Have me, have me have me.”
I pressed my parted lips to the side of his neck, and with each pull of skin, I felt the slow relaxing of the muscles in his ass, until I was sliding in and out freely, moving inside of him, rutting in slow, decadent thrusts.
There was only the continual catch of his breath as he bowed his back, lifting his ass for me until I eased him gently over, onto his hands and knees again, pistoning hard, hand fisted in his hair as he took everything I gave him, the pounding, the slap of my skin on his, and the second orgasm.