Lancelot (The Theriot Family 3)

“Come on, Julian.” I shivered at the way he said my name. It got to me every time.

I opened the door and circled the car as he did the same. When I slid into the driver’s seat, I flexed my hands against the wheel as I looked around studying all the knobs and buttons. “Are you sure?”

“Drive the car, Julian.”

“I don’t…”

“I’m not giving you a choice. I’m telling you what to do. Take me for a drive.”

I looked at him, and my heart rate accelerated. “Are you… Is this…”

“I know you’re never going to listen to everything I say, but you like it in bed, so I thought you might like it on a thrill ride too.”

“It might make me so damn horny I can’t focus on driving.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them.

“Damn. Now I may be too.” His hungry look told me he was considering a change of plans.

“No. I’m doing this. I’m never going to get another chance.

“You’re wrong about that.”

“When do you think I’d get to drive a car like this? This is not a librarian’s car.”

He shrugged. “It could be.”

“How? Should I go into business with your family and start lifting cars?”

“No. I would never ask you to do that, but I can show you all kinds of experiences.”

“I think I better focus on driving right now. I don’t know my way around out here.”

“It doesn’t matter. Take us wherever you want to go.”

So I did. I’d never driven anything that felt so good. The few times I’d driven my dad’s car, I hadn’t been able to go very fast, and while it had driven wonderfully, it didn’t feel anywhere near as smooth. The level of control I had was amazing. Pretty soon I was taking the curves almost as fast as Lance had.

We laughed as I slung us around, and I squealed when an armadillo ran across the road and again when an alligator crept out of the brush at the side of the road.

I couldn’t remember when I’d been this happy. As I slowed for a stop sign, I glanced at the time and realized I’d been driving for well over an hour. If we were going to get back to Beau’s on time, we probably needed to stop.

Ahead, I saw a small patch of bare dirt probably used as a turnaround or for someone to head through the woods to a fishing hole. Whatever it was, it would be a good place to pull over. “Since I don’t know where I am, maybe you should drive us back.”

“Or I could just direct you.”

I looked over at Lance. Why hadn’t I thought about that? I was insanely distracted by how amazing this all was, how invigorating, so different than what I normally did all day.

“I like this side of you,” he said. “I like it a lot.”

Heat rushed into my face.

“I have another idea for what we can do,” Lance said.

“What’s that?”

He answered by reaching for me and pulling me into a kiss. I almost found the self-control to protest that we had to get the car back to Beau and we were on a public road where anyone might come along, but his mouth on mine felt too good.

He gripped the sides of my head, forcing me to tilt it back so his tongue could explore me thoroughly. I loved the warm, wet slide of him in my mouth. My swollen cock was trapped behind my zipper. I reached down, freed it, and wrapped my hand around it, pumping myself.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Lance asked, his mouth still against mine.

“I need it. Need you.”

He grabbed my wrist, yanking my head back harder with his other hand. “I’m in charge now.”

“But I… I was driving.”

He let me go and leaned his seat back. “Get over here. I want you on me.”

I glanced around, but I didn’t see anyone or any cars. I toed off my shoes, then wiggled out of my pants and boxers, leaving them on the floorboard of the car. Naked from the waist down, I positioned myself over him in the much too small space.

“Damn, you’re nice and flexible.”

“Yoga.” I gasped as he took my face in his hands and kissed me again.

I forgot the awkwardness of it all, forgot where we were, forgot everything but my need for him. I worked my hips. His pants were rough against my bare cock, but I didn’t care. I was beyond separating pain from pleasure. I was just desperate for more: more connection, more of him.

He slid his lips along my jaw, and I shivered. After sucking and nibbling at my neck, he whispered against my ear. “I love you wild like this. I want you right here, right now in this car. If you could’ve seen the look on your face as you drove. You were so happy, so free.”