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Feeling my erection, he moved against it again, his own hard cock stabbing into my stomach. The rhythm became almost hypnotic, and I had to fight to focus on the road as he basically dry-humped me as I drove.
Gliding to a stop at a red light, I let my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his jeans to slide down over his bare ass. His breath stuttered, his hard length spasming against my middle. I dipped lower, sliding a finger along his crack and earning a needy whimper. His back arched, pushing his ass farther into my hand and the friction against my dick making me groan.
The light turned green, and I eased the SUV forward, forcing myself to pull my hand from between his cheeks. Tipping his chin, he skewered me with lust-filled eyes.
“We’re almost home, angel,” I rumbled, pushing his head back into my neck.
He settled immediately, thrusting his dick against mine.
I could barely concentrate by the time the townhouse came into view and was pulling into the garage before the door was even all the way up. The second I shut off the engine, I hit the button, closing us into the one-car space, which was dimly lit from the single overhead above the car.
He sat up, the limited space keeping us close. His face was shrouded in shadows, but the lightness of his hair glowed like a halo. The box we sat in became my entire world. Everything beyond this ceased to exist.
Our eyes met and held, two magnets with undeniable strength. The tension was so thick I could likely scoop it right out of the air. Still holding my gaze, he rolled his hips once more, eyes going hazy from the friction.
I popped the button on his jeans, then slid my hands in the waistband, grabbing again for his ass. He fell forward again as my fingers delved into his crack to pull his cheeks apart. With him spread open, I circled one finger around his tight little rim.
Squirming, Lars reached between us, fumbling with my jeans, growing frustrated when he couldn’t get them open. I pulled my hands out of his pants, and he gave a disappointed whine, the sound going straight to my already rigid dick.
“Let’s go inside,” I said, reaching for the handle.
“It’s too far,” he said. “I can’t wait.”
“Tell me what you want,” I said, ears desperate for the words.
“I want you. Inside me. I want all these clothes between us gone.”
The little bit of restraint I held snapped, and I reached for his shirts, ripping them over his head all at once. After tossing them into the backseat, I latched on to his nipple, tugging it into my mouth and sucking. He cried out, arching so I could take more. I pushed him back, draping his body over the steering wheel, all that pale, muscular skin mine and on display for the taking.
“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are to me,” I prayed, his body my altar as I stared at the hard contours and lines all wrapped up in supple skin.
Laying my palms on him, I rubbed up his chest, stopping to pinch his pale-pink nipples. When it wasn’t enough, I bent, drawing them into my mouth, swirling my tongue against his flesh until they were rock hard and drenched with my saliva. Leaving them, I licked down his sternum, dragging my teeth lightly across his ribs.
His hips moved restlessly as I feasted, the horn blasting again when his body went completely boneless against the wheel.
He jolted up, and I laughed, but he dove onto me, swallowing down the sound and turning it into an exaggerated groan. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, only lifting his head to pull off my shirt. Pinning my shoulders to the seat, he lowered his head, sucking and biting my collarbones before moving down to my erect nipples. I tried to arch under him, but the limited space made it hard, so I sat there panting in frustration, dick straining against my pants.
Reaching down, I hit the button on the side of the seat, gliding it back all the way to give us more space. He used it to his advantage, somehow sliding down onto the floor until he was between my legs on his knees.
“Lift up,” he said, and I did so he could rip my jeans and boxers down to my thighs.
My stiff cock bounced out, and he was on it, swiping his tongue up the underside and then swallowing me down like he was starved.
“Shit,” I swore, twisting my fingers into his hair as his head bobbed. He hummed, the vibrations making my stomach muscles contract and the urge to shoot into his mouth almost undeniable.
Using his hair, I yanked his head back, forcing his mouth off my dick. His eyes were hazy when I looked into them, his tongue swiping over his lips like he wanted more.
“Take your pants off,” I demanded, releasing his head.
He tumbled forward, face burying in my thighs as he struggled to yank his jeans down beneath the dash.
His nose nudged the underside of my sack, and I grunted, thighs spreading automatically. Forgetting his pants, he sucked one into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. My hand slapped against the window as I lifted into his ministrations.
“You are so good for me,” I murmured. “I fucking love your mouth.”
He released one ball and moved to the other. My thighs started to tremble. When he finished, his hand gripped my thigh and pushed it wider, the center console digging into my hip.
“Can I mark you, Win?” he asked, gazing up my body with spit-slick lips.
