“Actually, I do have a question for you.” Hal’s kilt was held closed by a row of buttons running along his left thigh. He began to unfasten them, working his way up in a way that reminded me of a burlesque show. When there was only one button remaining at his waistband, the kilt fell open, revealing bare skin all the way to his hip, and he said, “How soon can we fuck?”
We came to a stop at a red light, and when I took a peek under the kilt, I saw he was wearing a silky, black jockstrap. I began caressing his thigh as I asked, “Are you saying you don’t want to wait until we get to the ranch?”
He smiled playfully as he moved my hand from his thigh to his cock. “I really don’t. Is there someplace we can go?”
I’d already been headed downtown, and a wicked little idea occurred to me. I massaged his growing hard-on through the thin fabric and said, “I know just the place.”
It took about twenty minutes to reach our destination. Hal spent that time driving me completely wild. At first, he rubbed my cock through my clothes. Then he decided to dial it up by unfastening my belt and jeans and sliding his hand into my boxers.
I murmured, “Fucking hell,” as he teased me with his fingertips, lightly tracing a path along my cock and balls.
“Want me to stop?”
“Absolutely not. Just don’t make me crash the truck.”
“I believe in you,” he said. “I think you can manage to hold it together, no matter what I do.”
I drew a sharp breath as he stroked my tip. “Please tell me you have some lube in your luggage,” I said, “so I can pounce on you as soon as I park.”
“Even better.” He slid his hand out of my boxers and pulled a bottle of lube from the pocket of his cardigan.
“Did you smuggle that onto the plane?”
“It was in the toiletry bag I took out of my suitcase when I went to freshen up. I stuck it in my pocket after applying some to my butt plug.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Yes, I had. I was just dumbfounded.
“Is it…”
“In me? Yup. It’s stretching my ass and getting me ready to take your cock.”
That was both smoking hot and an impressive bit of foresight. “Way to plan ahead.”
“After all these weeks of craving you, I wanted to make sure we could get to it as quickly as possible.”
When I pulled up to a stoplight, Hal sprang into action. He unfastened his seatbelt, quickly straddled my lap, and planted a ravenous kiss on me. I slid my hands under his kilt and caressed his ass before giving the base of the plug a few taps.
He made a sound that was close to a purr and murmured, “That feels good.” Then he climbed off my lap, grinning as he fastened his seatbelt again. As I adjusted my cock through my jeans, he gestured toward the windshield. “The light’s green.”
“Oh. Right.” It was a good thing there was no one behind us. For all I knew, the light could have turned green, red, and green again without me noticing.
As I rolled through the intersection, Hal began idly tracing circles on my thigh. “I have rubbers in my pocket too, just FYI,” he said. “I know we talked about it and decided to give them a skip this week, since we both just got tested. But if you change your mind and think you’d be more comfortable using them, we have that option.”
“There’s no need.” After a moment, I added, “We’ve never talked about being exclusive, but I’m not sleeping with anyoneelse. I haven’t since we hooked up in Vegas, and that’s not going to change.”
“Same here.”
I glanced at his profile. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want anyone but you, Ryder.” Neither of us was prepared for a big talk about what that meant for our relationship right now, so he changed the subject with, “Are we close to wherever we’re going?”
“Yup, just a few more minutes.”
When we reached downtown, I turned down a back alley. Hal sounded amused when he asked, “Is this our destination?”
“Almost.”
