“I could watch you do this forever,” he murmured, doing just that as Dev aggressively sucked his cock. “I wish we were both getting off.”
As Cash let his eyelids slide closed, his head fell back against the seat. His mind blanked, letting him just enjoy the moment. Dev adjusted his free hand, reaching between Cash and the door. Seconds later, the back of his seat collapsed, laying him down as far as it would go.
Regretfully, Dev popped off his cock. The cool air of the day hit the wet, hot skin. “No.”
“Goddamn, motherfuckin’ steering wheel,” Dev barked.
He could see where that might be a problem that Dev needed to figure out quickly. Cash watched as Dev punched the steering wheel with his fist but it didn’t budge a single inch under the assault. Dev adjusted his body, maneuvering around the wheel only to be stopped by the center console. Seconds felt like hours.
Cash should offer to finish this later. Say that Dev didn’t have to contort himself to get in a better position to finish him off, but he couldn’t force the words out. Instead, Cash gripped his cock and continued to stroke himself, his balls in the palm of his hand, waiting until Dev managed his way back. “Come back and finish me. It feels too good. I’ll stop resisting and come.”
Dev twisted and turned until he got to his knees, his T-shirt being held up by his teeth, and he began unfastening his belt.
“What’re you doing?” Cash asked, his release receding slightly as he tuned into the man beside him. As much of a great peep show Dev was giving, he didn’t understand what was happening.
Dev pushed his jeans down his ass, just past the top of his thighs as his cock jutted forward, bouncing on its release. The T-shirt dropped from his mouth, held now by his hand. “Scoot up on the seat. Let me on top of you.”
“We can’t fit in this seat,” Cash said as he sat up. Dev’s hand slapped against his chest, pushing him back as Dev crawled over him.
“We need to come together. It fuckin’ turns me on to suck you.”
“Dev…” The wrecking ball that was known as Devilman, kept coming over into his seat. Arms and knees were wreaking havoc on Cash’s body as Dev tried to navigate his tight jeans and settle between Cash’s parted legs. Of course he didn’t fit.
“Scoot up, baby,” Dev instructed, not understanding this wasn’t going to happen the way he wanted. “Push up on your feet to give me room.” Knees, elbows, feet, arms, legs all hit the wrong places. Cash shoved backward, his feet pushing his body up as Dev wiggled over him, coming fully down on top of Cash’s body.
He absorbed Dev’s weight as the man reached between them, grasping their cocks, forcing them together in his fist, immediately pulling Cash back in the moment. The feeling of Dev’s cock against his was so good any discomfort from the awkward position faded away.
“Help me stay up, pretty boy,” Dev murmured softly, encouraging Cash back into their completion. The biker’s chosen nickname caressed over his heart as he brought his arms forward to help hold Dev in place.
Cash’s hands went to Dev’s hips but the man on a mission above him didn’t really need any assistance. His hips rolled against Cash’s. One palm encased tightly around their cocks, stroking up and down, expertly rubbing them off.
“Look at me and say it as you fuck my fist,” Dev instructed. The delicious feel of their cocks together was almost better than the biker’s handsome face aligning with his.
He carefully tested the roll of his hips, moving along with Dev’s. “You like hearing it, don’t you?”
The devotion Dev demanded to hear always came during sex. The three words were an aphrodisiac to Dev, better than anything else Cash had found. That said a lot. Dev pushed him to do a great many things he’d never done before.
Their gazes locked, Dev’s lips brushed against his, giving him a tender chaste kiss. “Say it.”
“I love you,” Cash said, looking straight into Dev’s eyes, meaning every word. “Don’t stop moving. I’m close.” He meant those words too.
As if commanded, Dev gripped them tighter together, his hips picking up the pace.
Jesus, it felt so damned good. How was this so fucking good? He was close to the end.
“I’m never gonna stop. Not ever,” Dev said, staying in his face.
He couldn’t speak, his imminent orgasm freezing his words inside. He rutted against his lover’s body in search of release. He panted in small puffs as pleasure skyrocketed. Cash’s hands at Dev’s hips ran the length of his back, over his shoulders, coming to rest on Dev’s cheeks. They stared at one another.
“Good. Then finish us. Start again tonight when we have more time,” Cash instructed.
Cash reached between their bodies, drawing his shirts up as far as they would go. The hand at Dev’s cheek slid upward until his fingers tangled in Dev’s unruly hair.
Dev leaned into the touch, pressing his lips against Cash’s palm.
Oh yeah, this was perfect. He shoved their cocks together one final time. God, Dev knew what he was doing. His handsome, crazy man was a master at giving him nothing but pure pleasure. Heat rushed violently through his veins. Cash’s body jerked, his orgasm churning in his balls. He was too far gone.
The sudden release stole his breath and clouded his brain. Time stood still as he watched Dev’s knowing smile spread, his lids sliding closed, those hips moving frantically against his. Cash surrendered to the moment as he floated on wave after wave of ecstasy.
