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My cock is trapped uncomfortably, and we’ve done about all we can on this car tonight, and so now, it’s time to bring those fantasies of mine alive.
Orson drops his shirt, the playful spark gone, and we both move at the same time. Our bodies slam together, mouths seeking, hands groping, pulling, touching wherever we can reach.
His T-shirt is over his head a second before mine, and even with the chill from outside, his hard body keeps me warm. I can’t stop touching him. Needing him. And then it happens again. That growing warmth right in the center of my chest that makes everything feel heightened and nowhere near enough.
I go to back him up into the T-Bird, but one look at the hood tells me that rust bucket is nowhere near stable enough to hold his weight.
“Damn, sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.” I yank Orson off his feet and set him on the hood of my Dodge instead. “Watch the scoop.”
His kissing turns desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth. “It’s okay,” he pants. “You’re going to fuck me bent over it anyway.”
I groan as he nudges me away, slips off the hood, then turns around and drops his pants. He leans forward, bent at the waist, that gorgeous toned ass angled high and wrapped in cotton briefs.
My hands seek out his cheeks like they’re magnetized. So firm and round. I squeeze them, massaging the muscle and loving the way Orson squirms under my touch. Oh yeah, the horny fucker is definitely wearing a plug.
Painstakingly slowly, I draw his briefs down over his ass and along his thighs until they join his pants at his ankles.
I get my first real look at him—
and burst out laughing.
The plug he’s wearing is emblazoned with the Ford logo at its base.
“Where did you find this?”
“Had it made.” He glances back at me over his shoulder. “You like?”
The amusement is wearing off the longer I look at it, and I shift, easing the pressure on my throbbing cock. Do Ilike? Seeing my name guarding his hole like that? This dark, animalistic lust sweeps through me, and I step forward to take hold of the base. “I fucking love it.”
And like last time, I take hold of the toy and start to fuck him with it, only unlike last time, there’s nothing gentle about it. Short, shallow pumps with the plug, over and over, making sure I miss his prostate but keep the whole area feeling good.
Orson’s shuddering against the car, gorgeous-as-hell back muscles rippling with every movement, shoulders tense with the grip he has on the hood.
“I assume you have a condom?”
“My pocket.”
I duck down behind him, rummaging around until I find it. From this angle on my knees, his ass is right at face level, and I can’t help leaning in and sinking my teeth into the meaty part of his ass.
“Ah.” Orson twitches, but I quickly let go. Flatten my tongue over it.
Then I turn back to the plug and slowly draw it out.
It’s thicker than the other one he had, and when it slips out, it leaves him open. The sight is so sexy I lean forward and use my tongue there too.
Orson jolts so hard I swear the car shakes. “Oh, fuck.”
“Let me show you just how much I liked my surprise.” I spread his cheeks and dive in. He tastes like lube, but I don’t give a shit because seeing him squirm and tremble is my favorite thing in life. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I have to reach down to free it from behind the zipper. As soon as it’s out and in my hand, I stroke myself in time with my tongue spearing into him. His moans are loud, shed door still wide open for all my neighbors to hear, and I don’t have it in me to care.
“Oh, fuck me, please fuck me,” he rambles.
I wipe my face off on my arm and scoop up the packet of lube as well. Then I suit up and lube excessively before stepping up behind him and sliding two fingers inside. He’s good and stretched. Perfect.
I’m so ready for him that I don’t even pause to shove my pants down. The denim strangles my thighs as I grab my cock and press it to his hole.
“Just saying, this is everything I hoped it would be and more.”
“You haven’t even started yet,” Orson points out.
