“It’s cold out here. Maybe we should go back inside,” he suggested.
“Yeah.” I nipped his chin and then moved back to his lips. Even though I hadn’t gotten my fill of kissing him, I forced myself to pull away because I wanted to feel his mouth on me again more than anything. “Let’s go.”
We raced across the backyard, and as soon as the mudroom door closed behind us, Declan knelt in front of me and quickly pulled off my soaking-wet underwear. He grabbed my hips and engulfed my cock until I hit the back of his throat.
“Holy shit. Are you trying to kill me?” I bent forward and held onto his shoulders.
He pulled off of my shaft with an audible pop. “Nope. Just trying to make you come.”
He went back to sucking me deep and then pushed on my ass, encouraging me to thrust into his mouth. I moved my hands from his shoulders to the back of his head and began moving. I watched him for any clue my movements were too much for him, but all he did was moan loudly around my cock.
I could feel myself getting close, but before I could say anything, he swallowed, and I felt his throat constrict around my tip. That was all it took for me to shout, “Fuck,” as I came.
When my dick stopped pulsing, I pulled out of his mouth, and he licked his lips.
“That was so good,” I breathed.
He smirked. “And you’re still alive.”
“That I am.” I chuckled.
Once he was back on his feet, he pulled off his wet boxers, giving me a peek at what he was packing, and pulled on his pants. “I hate to blow and go, but it’s getting late, so I should probably head out.”
I choked on a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but you like it.”
He wasn’t wrong. Being around him brought out the fun side of me that I’d kept tucked away for too long.
“I guess I do,” I admitted as we both finished getting dressed.
He smiled, and I walked with him to my door.
“Thanks for coming over tonight,” I said as we stepped outside. “I definitely needed your help.”
“Anytime.” He unlocked his car door and then looked up at me. “See you tomorrow.”
Staring into his dark brown eyes, I leaned forward. It was the first time I had initiated a kiss between us, but I’d been wanting to do it. When our lips met, I traced the seam of his mouth with my tongue. Immediately, he opened to me, and I deepened the kiss. Cupping his face with my hands, I marveled at the feel of his short stubble against my palms. It was different from anything I’d felt before, but I liked it. His lips were soft, yet his mouth held a hint of dominance, and I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
When we finally broke apart, I said, “Have a good night.”
“You too.” He climbed into the driver’s seat, put the bag with his wet boxers in the passenger seat, and closed the door.
He tried to start his car, but the only sound it made was a clicking noise, and then nothing happened.
“Shit,” he groaned, trying it again and getting the same result.
I opened the door and asked, “Is that the same thing it was doing when you left work?”
He nodded and tried one more time. “Yeah. Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s going to start this time.” He got out of his car and slammed the door. “Guess I need to call a tow truck.”
“Let’s go back inside then.”
He followed me into the house, and I offered him a bottle of water while he searched on his phone for a local towing company. It took him calling a few places before he finally found one that could have a truck help in less than an hour.
“Are you going to have them tow it to your place?” I asked after he hung up.
“No. There’s a repair shop I’ve used a few times. I’ll have the driver take it there.”
