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“What?” he gasps in return, as he pinches the heads of our cocks together, making my body jolt in response.
“I want to fuck you,” I mumble against his lips. He tenses for a moment, but he doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he kisses me deeper. It feels like a yes, and I’m nervous about it. I can’t ask again, so if he doesn’t say yes, that’s fine. As long as I have him in whatever way I can.
As he pulls away from this breath-stealing, heart-stopping kiss, he lets go of our cocks and holds my face in his hands. “I want you to fuck me.”
I swear all the blood in my body courses straight down to my cock, and it lights up every little nerve ending like I’m on fire.
“But…” he continues without taking his lips from my face, “I’ve never bottomed before.”
Jesus. Fuck. I grab onto his hips and tug him closer. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a first-timer, and maybe I should feel something more about it, but all I have is this overwhelming need to claim him, to truly make himmine.
He quickly tugs my shirt over my head and lifts me again, carrying me over to the mattress on the floor. Not exactly the sex destination of my dreams, but right now, I only care about him and being inside him as soon as humanly possible.
Our clothes come off in a rush, thrown haphazardly across the room until we are both naked, and I don’t even care that it’s still chilly as fuck in here. He’s currently hovering over me, my own personal blanket of muscle and flesh, so I’m keeping plenty warm. I love that we’re taking our time with each other. The last time we fucked, it was fast, and although it was hot as hell, I want to draw this out and explore every inch of him. He seems to have the same idea as he sucks on the skin of my neck, leaving what I’m sure will be a mortifying hickey on my neck, but oh-fucking-well.
I’m holding his cock in my hand, stroking him and reaching for his balls with the other. The groan that he releases as I squeeze his sack echoes through the empty garage. Pax likes a little bit of bite to his pleasure, just enough pain to bring him to the edge.
“Get on your back,” I say, my voice like gravel.
In the next heartbeat, he rolls us together until he’s beneath me, and I move quickly down to his cock, swallowing the length in one quick motion.
He groans again, deep and raspy, as he digs his fingers in my hair, lifting his hips to meet the back of my throat. I gag, coughing as I come up for air.
“Oh my god, do that again,” he moans. So I let him deep throat me again, cutting off the air to my lungs as he punches the back of my mouth. His cock is coated with saliva as I stroke him with my lips and tongue. I feel the head swell after picking up speed, so I slow down. I’m not ready for him to come just yet. Without taking my mouth off of his shaft, I squeeze his balls with my fingers again, feeling his legs tremor around me as I do.
Then I massage the velvety soft skin behind his balls, and his muscles jerk, but I know he likes it because he forgets to breathe for a minute. Pulling away from his cock, I dip two of my fingers in my mouth, coating them with spit as he watches me, eyes hooded with lust and anticipation. His lips are parted and he's staring at me like he’s about to combust.
This time when I stroke his cock with my mouth, I rub my wet fingers around his tight hole. His legs fall open, and his breath comes out in a mumbled curse.
“Fuck.”
And when I breach the ring of tight muscle, his head falls back and he makes a drawn-out noise that sounds like he’s dying and loving it at the same time. Keeping my mouth on his cock, I work him open, first with one finger and then with two.
His body begins to rock with my movements, wanting more and needing me deeper. How he hasn’t blown his load down my throat yet, I have no idea. Oh, to be twenty again.
“We’re gonna need lube, baby,” I whisper, kissing the inside of his thigh.
“Glove compartment,” he barks out in a breathless gasp.
Leaving him on the floor, I jump up to retrieve it from his parked car. I’ve done it in some pretty unique places, but on the floor of a mechanic shop, surrounded by the scent of grease and smoke, this is definitely a first. As promised, there is a small bottle of lube and a pack of condoms in his glove box. Bringing both back, I find him lying on the mattress, sprawled out and stroking himself while he waits.
God, he’s so fucking beautiful.
His shoulder-length dark hair is fanned out behind him, and when I stare at him in the bright fluorescent lights, I almost can’t believe how unbelievably attracted to him I am. With those sharp cheekbones and broad, muscled shoulders. It’s not that I don’t see the scars—I won't pretend they’re not there, but his scars make him fucking beautiful. Where they came from is ugly, and the fact that he endured that pain is disgusting, but him...this masterpiece of perseverance and survival is fucking breathtaking.
“What?” he asks, waiting for me to come to him.
“Nothing—I just like looking at you.”
“Well, stop looking and start fucking,” he says with a sinfully sexy smile on his face.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, dropping to my knees between his open legs. I’ll let him think he’s in charge now, but he’s about to be all mine.
11
PAX
I’m not nervous. I’m just...impatient, and Thomas seems to think I need all the gentle prepping and warming up that I certainly didn’t give him when we fucked before. Kneeling between my legs, he covers his fingers with the lube from my car, working me open again, and it’s fucking heaven. The burn, the pressure, the new sensation. I needmore.
