“I'm going to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, okay?”
“Okay,” he croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I reached down, finding the hem of his sweater and slid my palm up his body. His skin was smooth, almost hairless and flushed. I watched him intently as I found his nipple with my fingers, the little bud hard as if it had been waiting for my fingers. He gasped and wiggled against me, our erections stroking each other through our pants.
“How does that feel? Nice? Don’t like it? You can tell me.”
“I don’t know…” He dropped his head against my neck, and I moved the pad of my thumb across the bud again. His gasp was wonderful and the grind of his hips against mine told me everything I needed to know. “Oh…fuck.”
“Hm, and you’ve never played with them?”
“A few times. It just feels…better when you’re doing it,” he rasped, his lips pressing against the side of my neck.
“I can understand that. Someone else's hand on my cock feels better too.”
I moved my thumb in a soft circle around the bud, focused on his reaction. He sought my lips, and I kissed him, leading his tongue with mine. I swallowed his moan as I found his other nipple with my free hand. Moving to plant kisses along his jaw, I rolled the buds between my fingers until he whimpered.
“How does that feel, baby boy?”
“Good.” He dropped his head against the crook of my neck again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I inquired, needing to know if he was okay with this.
“No! Please don’t stop,” he said, as another round of laughter sounded outside the car. He snickered. “I’ve never done anything like this in a car. It’s scary…and exciting.”
Fuck, if he only knew.If you’re enjoying this, wait until you get that rush from blowing me at Adam’s Garden.The words got stuck in my throat. It was too soon. I couldn’t divulge my kink yet.
“Gabriel…”
“Yes, baby boy?” I whispered and nipped at the skin under his ear.
His cheeks rose in a smile, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his fingers clawing my sweater. We were wearing too much clothing. “What is it? Talk to me. Do you want me to stop? I won’t be upset.”
He pulled in a big breath of air and looked at me. His hair was a silhouette of a cow’s lick. “No, I want…more. Take me home. Please?”
I growled, his sweet, sweet begging sending a rocket of pleasure through me. I wanted to give him everything he craved, everything he’d never had. I offered him a wide smile and plucked his lips one last time. “You might have to help me out of this predicament you put me in.”
“Oh,” he murmured and looked at the tangle we’d become. “I’m sorry. You must be so uncomfortable.”
“This isn’t really good for my back, but you straddling me makes it all okay.” I said with a cocked smile.
He hit his head again in an attempt to get off me. We ended up having to push the seats forward and wiggle out the back. I helped him from my car, and he fell against me, his arms wrapping around my waist. He sought my lips, and I gave him what he wanted, the kiss chaste, almost experimental on his end.
“The sooner we get home, the sooner we can finish what we started,” I said, really wishing I had taken the Jeep.
The parking lot was nearly empty by the time we peeled out of it, the wheels kicking up dust. I needed to get him home and into my bed where I had plenty of room to work. As I guidedus down a dark road flanked by cornfields, he rolled his head against the seat. He made soft sounds and undulated his hips, his cock tenting his pants.
“Play with your nipples,” I commanded, needing to keep him in the moment.
He bit his lip and slid his hand under his sweater. He hissed as he came into contact with the buds, his hips rocketing off the seat. I forced myself to focus on the road, not wanting to drive us into a ditch. The minutes ticked by, and we left the dark croplands behind for a small township.
“Don’t stop,” I told him. “Do they feel good?”
“Yes,” he croaked. “Really good. But…better if you were doing it.”
“I promise I’m not done with you yet.”
When we came to a stop light I looked at him. This was exactly where I needed him to be, but the moment was fleeting, and I was afraid of losing it. One hand moved under his sweater, his other was running a thumb across his erection. Fuck, the drive home was too long.
