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“I was more than okay with it. And a finger wasn’t all,” he says in a quiet rasp. His eyes hold mine before moving back to the road.
“Fuck, Josh. Are you serious? Which one of us—”
“Took a dick?” He’s grinning.
“Shit! Was it you?”
He gives me a smirk.
“Was it me?” I ask.
God, I’m getting so hard. He lifts a brow and reaches across the car’s console so he can rub at my bulge. As his hand cups it, he’s braking for a light. His eyes hold mine as I suck a breath in.
“This okay?” he whispers.
I groan, “Fuck yeah.”
His palm rubs over me, his fingers gripping around my cock as best they can through my pants. I lift my hips.
“Feel good, angel?”
I close my eyes, shocked by how good as he drags his fingertips over my cock. “Might come in your car,” I groan.
“Come in your pants. I can’t think of anything that’s hotter.”
He starts sort of loosely jerking me through my pants, his grip dragging the fabric of my boxer briefs over my hard cock. My hands are hovering above his, wanting to grab onto something. Somewhere under my lust, there’s a bite of nervousness to be hard with him, to mess around with a guy for what feels like the first time since the football bus, but what he does feels so good…
Mills pulls over in the parking lot of a flower nursery, and I laugh between hoarse moans.
“You laid the pipe, Ez,” he whispers. “And I took it. How does it make you feel to think of pushing this big dick into my little tight hole?” He reaches his hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping his fingers around my cockhead.
“Mills…” It’s whimpered.
“Put your seat back, angel. Shut your eyes and let me lean over this dick and suck it for you. It’s been a long time.”
“Forever,” I manage.
Then his mouth is closing hot and tight around the swollen head of my cock. He sucks me in, and my whole lower body jerks as his tongue curls around me, lapping gently at the little notch under my flanged head, and then taking me in deeper, so my thick tip is pressed into the velvet of his throat, and his soft lips are rubbing down my shaft, so tight and slick and warm it makes me dizzy.
“Ahh God.” My hands find his hair. I’m gripping lightly, my glutes clenching, my legs flexing as I struggle not to fuck his throat. All I can say is, “Oh God”—just a chorus—while he licks and sucks me and his hand cups my balls, rolling them then tugging gently. I feel his free hand grip the base of my shaft, pumping as his mouth gets slicker and sucks harder on my cockhead. It’s so good my body starts to tremble. I feel zoned out, wracked by raw bliss in a way I’ve never felt. I feel his tongue over the slit, trying to push inside there; then it’s lapping at me, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaking pre-cum.
“Fuck, you’re so good.” He’s off me for just that second, and then back on, swallowing me so deep that he chokes. I can feel saliva dripping toward my cock’s base as he deepthroats me. Then I’m pressing in—pressing a little; I’m not thrusting—and he’s groaning, and I worry it’s too much until his hand starts stroking my balls, tugging downward, squeezing. He’s moving on and off me, taking me so deep my toes curl and then pulling off and licking all around my slick cockhead.
He slides his hand up my shaft, gripping just under my head, and I can feel him breathing hard as he pumps.
“You’re spilling lots of yummy pre-cum for me,” he says in a voice that sounds hoarse. “I’m gonna take you shallow, but you fuck my mouth and I’ll suck in my cheeks. You used to love that.”
Miller wraps his lips around me, and I tell myself I won’t thrust into his mouth—half a second before my hips move, and I’m doing just that.
“God, Josh…” I’m gripping his hair, breathing so frenzied it sounds like gasps. Mills keeps himself far enough back so he’s not choking, but he’s still deepthroating me. His other hand is tickling my balls. I feel him moving, and I realize he’s thrusting his hips, he’s fucking the air while he blows me—and it’s all over on that thought.
I come hard, my body quaking as hot pleasure swells all through me and then spasms in an explosion of mind-bending bliss. And he’s swallowing it down. When he’s finished lapping at me, and I’m glowing from the aftershocks, Miller lifts his head, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“How’d you like that?” he drawls. His eyes are heavy-lidded and his mouth is so smug.
“God.” I look down at myself. “Fucking amazing. That was—” My throat tightens, and I have to swallow to speak. “Thank you,” I manage. I glance down at Josh’s lap. “What about you? You got blue balls?”
