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His face is just inches from mine.
“See? You don’t need me after all,” I whisper, keeping my gaze away from his. I know once we look into each other’s eyes, it’s over for me, and I'm not quite ready to let my guard down.
But then his fingers touch the spot just under my chin and he tilts my head up until I’m staring at him. “I don’t. But I still want you.”
There’s no hope for me at this point. I realize just how far he’s come since the first time. At that point, he was so defensive that he acted so damn aggressive; I could have never gotten anything like this out of him.
Now, as we gaze into each other’s eyes, I know he’s leaving it up to me to make the move this time, so I grab him by the back of the neck and drag his lips toward mine. As we crash into one another, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me so tight I can barely breathe. A gravelly moan hums through his chest, and my dick responds. He’s already hard, his thick erection pressed against my belly.
The kiss is hungry and erratic, his teeth biting my bottom lip as I lick my way into his mouth. This is reckless of me, I know it, but I am addicted to him. His passion and intensity is like nothing I’ve had before, and I just want more. Is there a chance he’ll shut down on me again, push me away and break my heart...maybe. Will it be worth it? Fuck yes.
The parking lot is dark now, and there’s not a soul around as he backs me up against my car and grinds his hips against me in a slow but strong rhythm that makes my knees weak.
“I need you naked. Right. Now,” he groans against my lips.
“The feeling is mutual,” I reply, reaching behind me for the handle to the back seat.
“There’s no way we’re both fitting in there,” he says, trailing his lips down the side of my neck.
“You got a better idea?”
Pulling away, he looks around as if he’s actually searching for a place suitable for two men to discreetly fuck. Naturally, there’s nothing. And the idea of driving all the way back to my house sounds like torture. I want him now, in the midst of all of this heat and excitement.
“Back seat it is,” he replies in a stifled groan. His hands are still tightly wound around my waist, and as one lowers to my thigh, lifting my leg so he can grind against me even deeper, I let out a moan, considering letting him fuck me right here. It would be worth a night in jail, easily.
When I finally yank open the door to the backseat, he climbs in first, shuffling with his zipper and pulling out his hard cock before I even climb in behind him. Then, he tears off his black shirt and throws it up front.
“Get on my lap,” he commands, yanking my body until I’m straddling him. He comes in for a hungry kiss again.
I wrap my hands around his cock and stroke him, loving the strangled sounds he makes as I do. It makes his kiss even harsher, like he’s starving for my mouth. While I work him with my hand, he undoes my pants and shimmies them down enough to pull out my cock.
It’s pretty clear we won’t be having sex in here. I’m already hitting the top of the car as it is and there’s not a single position we could manipulate our bodies into in this cramped space, but with my body pressed hard against his and our shafts aligned so he can fit both in his giant hand, stroking them together, I’m not complaining.
The windows are already fogged up. I’m pressed tightly around him, and he starts to pick up speed with his hand, stroking us both together. The heat of his cock against mine is so fucking delicious, I couldn’t keep my hips still if I tried. My body thrusts in the same cadence as his, our lips locked and our chests heaving in unison.
“I’m going to come,” I groan.
“Me too,” he replies in more of a grunt than words.
Our breathing changes as the heads of our cocks swell together. He unloads first, and I watch his face as his orgasm unravels him. His lips fall open, and his eyes squeeze shut. His inhales become choppy and stifled as the cum shoots across his chest, landing across his scarred pecs and collarbone.
“Fuck,” I gasp, because watching him come was enough to send me over the edge, and I lose myself in the current as well. I love seeing my cum land in the puddles of his.
My body is spent, exhausted and satisfied as I slump against him. My head rests against his shoulder and his hands move in slow strokes across my back.
The car grows quiet as our breathing regulates, and I feel all of the thoughts I was pushing aside during our kiss float to the surface.
“You’re going to break my heart, aren’t you?” I mumble against his bare shoulder.
“I don’t want to,” he replies, pressing his lips to my head.
Pulling my head off of him, I grab a stack of napkins in the center console and get to work cleaning up the mess we made. I take slow, easy strokes across his body. I love looking at him, seeing the strength in each of his scars.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Thomas, I was serious when I said I really like you. I like the way I feelabout myselfwhen I’m around you. I mean...look at me,” he says, gesturing to his bare chest. “Guys are not busting down my door and they never will.”
My brow furrows as I stare at him. And I understand what he’s afraid of. Being vulnerable, giving someone else the opportunity to hurt you, is fucking scary as it is. So I can only imagine how being hurt so badly, by the one person who is supposed to comfort and nurture you, set Pax up for a life of fear and loneliness.
“I don’t understand why you think these make you look ugly.” I run my fingers over them again. “Pax, where you got them is ugly, but the fact that you’re still here and you have these scars means you’re fucking strong. You’re a fighter, and that’s not ugly. I think it’s hot as hell.”
