Page 49 of Just a Taste


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Fuck. We’re on the street. Yeah, it’s dark and quiet, but we’re still on the street.

But then I look at Lake. I don’t think anybody’s ever looked at me like that. With a gaze that’s so full of hunger it seems to spill over. I push up on my knees. Like I’m hypnotized—willing to go along with any demand.

He tugs my pants down my hips, along with my boxer briefs. My cock springs free, rock hard and heavy. He pushes his own hips up and wiggles his pants down, then tugs me roughly back down until I’m sitting on him again.

His dick juts up from a neatly groomed patch of hair. My stomach muscles tighten as I watch him grip himself and slowly drag his hand up and down. The back of his hand brushes over the underside of my cock and makes me groan.

And then his cock brushes against mine, bare and hot.

He closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a harsh exhale before he spits into his palm, lines his cock up with mine, takes us both in his hand, and starts stroking.

Long fingers don’t get enough appreciation.

His grip is strong and sure.

Steady hands. That’s what he said at that party.

They’re fucking steady, all right.

My hips start to move because I need more. Lake leans forward, lips latching on to the skin of my neck. My head falls back to give him more access.

All the sensations combine together. The newness. The silky rub of his cock against mine. The tight fist around us both. The teeth nipping at my neck.

It aches.

“You close?” he breathes into my skin.

“Yeah,” I rasp.

“Don’t come yet,” he commands, and I have to laugh, because does he really think I can control any of this anymore?

But I try my best.

He lets out a low moan, and his hand starts moving faster.

Holy fucking shit!

He freezes, his fist squeezing my cock in a tight grip, and then his dick starts pulsing against mine, heat burning my skin.

“Fuck,” he gasps, forehead against my shoulder. “Fuck.”

He stays still for a second before he starts moving his hand again. And oh fuck, now it’s slick and hot and slippery.

I’m so close I can taste the pleasure at the back of my throat.

“You think you’d let me fuck you?” Lake breathes the words into my skin. His other hand palms one of my ass cheeks. “I’d make it good for you.” His fingers delve farther. “I’d make you desperate for it.”

I don’t know if it’s the words, or the promise, or his voice, but I come in a tight, searing flash of pleasure. My dick pulses in Lake’s hand, shooting cum all over us both, warm and sticky and messy.

I fall back against the steering wheel.

Lake lifts his hand.

And licks his palm. Licks up his cum. And mine.

All I can do is stare. Hypnotized. Mesmerized.

His fingers clutch the back of my head once again as he pulls me to him and slams his mouth down on mine. His tongue delves into my mouth.

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