“Brace yourself.”
He spits into his hand, slicking me up before I feel his warm, hard cock sink inside.
The stretch is overwhelming, every nerve in my body alight as I feel him filling me completely. My breath is somewhere low in my gut, and for a moment, I swear I can’t even see anything anymore.
He bends over my back, his body pressing into mine as he moves, careful not to hit his head against the ceiling with each thrust.
The small space amplifies every sound—the spit he hurls on his palm to coat us, the wet slide of his cock fucking me, his deep, short groans, my shaky, broken moans.
“Fuck,” I hiss, gripping the leather beneath me as his hips meet mine again and again. Pain and pleasure blur until my head goes light. He’s so deep at this angle, I swear he’s rearranging my insides.
“You’re straining off my blood flow,” he growls, slapping my ass so hard my hole clenches and unclenches for a second with the shock.
A string of curses inAvalon-Porglishbefore his movements grow more rough.
“How’s that brain of yours in that fucking blender, baby?”
All I get out is something close to a cut-off gasp. I catch his palm pressed to the snowy window, heat blooming a handprint into the glass, proof that this is real. That this is happening, wherever the fuck we are.
I’m not going to last much longer. I know it. And by the way his restrained noises have turned into raw, desperate sounds, I know he’s on the edge too. His vocal cords seem to vibrate with every thrust, matching the fast pace of his hips.
“Love,” I gasp, my voice softer than the sound of our bodies colliding and the wet, frantic strokes of his hand on my cock.
He’s jerking me off like he’s trying to send me somewhere past the moon, like this moment is the only thing that matters, like he can’t get enough of me.
The pressure becomes unbearable, my body squirming as I start to lose myself. I can feel him everywhere. Inside me, around me, consuming me completely.
“Baby,” he pants, his breath burning against my nape. “You… you feel so fucking made for me.”
With one last thrust and the tight stroke of his hand, I’m gone. Everything breaks inside me as my release hits so hard, it puts my car's suspension to the test.
His thrusts become erratic, grip on my hips tightening as his cock swells, releasing deep inside me. His body shudders with it, a guttural, broken moan tearing from him that takes me right back into the high.
For a moment, all that exists is the sound of our heavy breathing and the faint creak of the car as we collapse together. I close my eyes, falling asleep with him warm inside me and his heart hammering like a second pulse against my back.
It’s somewhere deep in the night and we’re lounging on the backseat. Yosh has propped himself against the door. He looks way more comfortable than I thought possible in this cramped setup. My head’s on his lap, legs bent awkwardly so I can fit across the backseat.
After cleaning up our mess, we dug out a couple of old hoodies from the trunk. They must’ve been sitting there for ages judging by the musty smell. Slightly disgusting? Absolutely. But right now, they’re keeping us warm.
I take a sip of hot water from my thermos.
It’s safe to say I did good by stocking up at the gas station, because MisterI’m not hungry, who’s actually always hungry, has already eaten one and a half containers of ramen and two chicken-cucumber sandwiches. Now he’s working on an apple.
Good thing he’s traveling with a retired rockstar. The gas station’s basically my supermarket, and I always pack enough food to cross a continent. The tank’s full too, so we can run the engine every half hour and keep the heat going.
Even in this shitshow, I’d managed to do some stuff right.
“Where do you think we are?” he asks, his mouth half full of apple.
“Got no clue, I was in a state.”
A sweet little lie.
He gives me that look that usually drags my last name behind it, not this time. He reaches forward, digging blindly beneath the front seat.
“What are you looking for?”
“Your first aid kit. There should be a thermal blanket in there. We’ll need it when we turn the engine off.”
