Page 16 of A Quick Pit Stop

“Filthy,” he mutters, and the corner of his mouth kicks up. “Fucking filthy.”

“You love it,” I rasp, my throat raw. “Admit it.”

Instead of answering, he pulls out of me, leaving my hole gaping, fluttering around nothing. I whine at the emptiness, the sudden loss of him.

Before I can protest, he flips me over. My face smashes into the pillow, ass in the air. He yanks me back onto his cock, impaling me in one brutal thrust. I scream into the pillow as he fucks me deeper, harder from this angle. His hips slam into my ass, driving the breath from my lungs with each punishing thrust.

He’s rearranging my insides, making room for himself. Hollowing me out only to fill me up again. Branding me on the inside. My whole body is on fire, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

Everything’s a blur.

Balls slapping my ass. Headboard cracking against the wall. Grunts and whimpers and moans. The wet squelch of my lubed-up hole every time he rams back in. Fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises for days. Slaps on my ass that ring through the room. Sweat dripping off his chest onto my back. The creak of the bed frame begging for mercy. My fists bunched in the sheets. Curses and gasps and choked-off sobs. The taste of his spit still on my tongue. The ache in my jaw from clenching it. The burn in my thighs from holding this position. The deliciousthrob in my ass as he hits that spot, again and again, over and over, until I can’t tell one thrust from the next.

“I can’t,” I sob into the mattress. “I can’t hold it, Dominic. I’m gonna burst.”

“Not yet,” he growls, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling my head back. “I’m not done with you.”

He drapes himself over my back, his chest slick with sweat against my skin, and keeps fucking me. His mouth right next to my ear. “You already came in your pants once today just from sucking me off. You’re not getting another one that easy.”

“That’s your fault,” I gasp. “You have no idea what you do to me. You’re fucking perfect. The perfect cock. The perfect body. The perfect man.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, but it’s tight. Strained. He’s close, too. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere. Begging might.”

“Please,” I sob, not even knowing what I’m begging for at this point. For him to stop, or for him to never, ever stop. “Please, please, please.”

“You know what,” he says, his voice ragged against my ear, “I changed my mind. You’ve been such a good boy for me. I think you’ve earned it.”

He reaches under me and wraps his hand around my cock. My whole body seizes. His fist tightens, strokes once, twice, and everything goes molten. I crane my neck back, grab him by the hair, and before I know what I’m doing, my mouth is on his.

He stills, buried to the hilt, cock pulsing inside me.

Then his lips part. And he kisses me back.

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DOMINIC

His lips are soft. Softer than I expected. There’s a trace of sugar from the Dr Pepper he was drinking earlier, and salt from the sweat on his upper lip. I taste it as our mouths crash together, a clash of teeth and tongues. He’s moaning into my mouth, shuddering, coming all over the bedspread in hot, wet spurts. His hole clenches around me, a tight, vise-like grip, and I’m right there with him.

I kiss him harder, swallowing his cries, my tongue deep in his mouth, claiming him from the inside out. I should have done this sooner. I realize that now. I’ve been holding back, keeping a sliver of distance between us. And why? Because I was afraid of what it would mean? Because I thought kissing a man was some kind of line I couldn’t uncross? Too late for that. I crossed all the lines hours ago, at a grimy rest stop in the middle of nowhere.

Ryan shakes under me. My orgasm barrels through me, starting in my toes and working its way up my spine. With a final, muffled shout, I empty myself inside him, spilling so deep, so much, my body shuddering with the force of it. My hips pressed tight against his ass, my cock all the way in, filling himup just like he begged me to. Ropes and ropes of cum, more than I thought I had left in me after the bathroom.

He’s still kissing me. Or I’m still kissing him. I can’t tell anymore. His tongue against mine, his teeth catching my lower lip, both of us breathing into each other’s mouths. It’s more intimate than anything else we’ve done.

I keep pumping. Slow now. Riding out the last of it, each thrust pushing my cum deeper into him, feeling it leak out around the base of my shaft. His cock is still twitching, the last of his release coating my fingers. It’s warm and sticky. I bring my hand up between us and smear it across his stomach.

We stay like that for a long moment. My cock softening inside him, our mouths pressed together, breathing in the aftermath. My chest is heaving against his back, sweat dripping from my hair onto his shoulder.

Then, slowly, I pull out. The wet slide of it is obscene. As soon as I’m out, a trickle of my cum starts to leak, trailing down the inside of his thigh. I spread his ass cheeks and look down at my handiwork. His hole is puffy and red, gaping open, glistening with lube and cum.

A fucking beautiful sight.

Ryan collapses onto the bed with a groan, then rolls onto his back. I drop down next to him, our shoulders touching, both of us staring at the ceiling. The room looks like a crime scene. A scuff mark on the wall from the headboard. The bedspread stained with all kinds of body fluids. The lube bottle on its side, leaking onto the nightstand.

For a while, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the rattling of the air conditioner.

My body feels heavy. Sated. All the anger and frustration I’ve been carrying around for weeks feel like they’ve been drained out of me, replaced by something I haven’t felt in a long time. Calm.