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There’s a fierce, primal satisfaction curling in my gut from knowing I did that to him as I shift my body until I’m leaning against the door with my right leg propped against the back of the seat and my left leg on the floor.

He looks so beautifully wrecked for me. There’s nothing put-together left in him at all.

Evan regains his focus and looks at me with a smirk. “Damn, I needed that. Your turn.”

He moves before I respond, shifting so he can face me. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down, then gives them a tug—the same way I did. My dick springs free, slapping against my stomach, and I hiss slightly at the sudden cold air on my overheated skin.

He wraps his hand around me, but instead of going right to sucking my dick, he leans forward and kisses me. It’s quick but dirty, and he must taste himself on me as his tongue pushes into my mouth. I feel his desire for dominance coming out to play. He’s showing me that while he easily let me take the lead tonight, now he’s taking his turn. I’ve been kissed countless times, but never like this. Like he actually wants me and not just sex. It shouldn’t feel like anything since we’re literally hooking up in the back seat of my car in a bar parking lot. But it does.

When he pulls back, I’m left breathless, my lips tingling, my mind wiped clean of everything but the feeling of his tongue claiming my mouth. I’ve been with plenty of people, but none of them have ever managed to shut my brain off this completely with just a kiss.

He’s still holding my dick, and he doesn’t look away from my eyes as he lowers his head. It’s like he’s seeing right through me, past the no-fucks-given façade, and suddenly, I’m glad this is a one-night thing. Then he breaks the connection, his dark lashes sweeping down as he focuses on my dick.

The first touch of his tongue is a jolt of pleasure. A wet, hot stripe from the base of my shaft all the way to the head. I shudder, a full-body tremor that has nothing to do with the temperature as he takes his time, exploring like he’s memorizing the shape and feel of me. He circles the sensitive ridge and flicks the slit, tasting the precum beading there before he takes me into his mouth. A perfect, wet suction that makes my hips jerk off the seat. I can’t stop the moan that rips from my throat.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head thumping back against the cool glass of the window. “Evan…”

He starts to move and uses his tongue, pressing it against the underside of my cock as he pulls up, then swirling it around the head before taking me down again. One of his hands works my shaft in time with his mouth, twisting just right on every upstroke.

I’m completely at his mercy. The power dynamic has shifted so fast that it’s making my head spin. Minutes ago, I was the one in control, calling the shots. Now, he’s leading us, and I’m happy to follow when it feels this good.

The sight of his dark head bobbing in my lap with his cheeks hollowed is almost enough to finish me right here and now.

“Damn,” I groan. His mouth is fucking wicked. It’s like he knows what I like because he likes it too. He knows the pressure, the depth to take me, the way to twist his hand at the base of my shaft, the exact way to use his teeth in a light graze that has me cursing under my breath.

He pulls back, his lips glistening in the faint light cutting through the dark night, and looks up at me. “You like that?” he asks in a sultry tone.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”

He smiles at the praise, and the pureness shining through his face contradicts the sinful way his mouth feels around my dick.

He’s back on me, and the pressure is building low in my gut from how much I’m enjoying this—enjoying him. The fog on the windows is so thick now I can’t see out, and I don’t care what’s out there anyway. It’s just him, matching me move for move.

“Evan,” I warn. “I’m close.”

He doesn’t let up. He moves faster, his head bobbing and his hand stroking me in tandem. His tongue is doing things that are so close to sending me over the edge, but it isn’t until he looks up at me and the eye contact finally does it.

My orgasm slams into me, and I come hard, pulsing into his mouth at the look of him stretched around me with watery blue eyes. He takes it all, swallowing me down and working me for every last drop.

“Fucking hell,” I mumble.

He just winks, then leans in to kiss me again, and this time, I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s dirty and hot and so, so good. Fuck, I wish we had more time together to explore each other, but when he pulls back, the moment is over. We both came. I know how this ends, and I’m usually the first one to leave, but right now, I can’t help but want to lean forward and go again. And again.

Instead, I open my mouth and blurt. “I’m leaving Friday.” I don’t really know why I say it. Maybe to remind myself that this was a one-time thing and now it’s over. We hooked up, swapped blowjobs, and now I’ll only have this memory in my spank bank for the future.

“I leave Sunday.”

“Cool.” I nod as we both get dressed before he reaches for the handle. We climb out of the car, continuing to shift our clothing once we have more freedom while the frigid air hits like a slap back to reality. I’ve never wanted to crawl back into a back seat with someone so badly.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening or why I feel so drawn to him.

“Well, thanks,” he says, and it’s such a weird thing to say that I almost laugh.

“Yeah, you too.”

Evan walks away without another word, back toward the bar, and I stand here watching him go. His round, thick ass makes my mouth water, and if the universe were ever on my side, I’d hope it would be for him. For the chance to see him again, because one time with Evan from Bloomington isn’t enough.

But that’s what one-night stands are. That’s all this was.