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I had no idea they were even a possibility until it happened. And now I’m loath to give it up.
Not yet.
Not quite yet.
“Just heading out to meet a friend before work,” I lie and my dad nods, giving me an awkward wave before disappearing back into his garage.
God, he’s lonely. Ever since my mom died when I was a baby, he’s focused solely on work and raising me. He’s dated, but it was few and far between. I should be a better son and spend more time with him, but right now, I’m stretched thin.
And so is my ass.
Stretched and aching.
The best feeling, I think as I stride to my car and slide in. I know my dad hates that I drive this. It’s a basic Honda Accord with far too many miles.You’re giving me a bad name,he teased,but I like this car. I don’t feel comfortable driving a wily muscle car. I’d rather just be in my little beater that gets me where I need to go. One day, after I graduate, I’ll look for an upgrade. Maybe a newer model.
My mouth quirks a smile, remembering how my car bugs both Cash and Ford. They’ve both made comments about it to me on separate occasions.
But this is mine, and I’m gonna hold on to it for as long as I can.
When I make it to Cash’s small house on the other side of town, I hurriedly get out and jog up the steps to rap on the door.
Seconds later, the door swings open and there he is—shirtless and in gray sweatpants. I stare at the intricate, colorful tattoos on his broad chest and arms, and my mouth instantly goes dry.
“We have thirty minutes,” I say as I enter and the door shuts behind me.
Cash folds his arms across his chest and eyes me, that gaze raking down my abdomen to my legs before moving back up again.
I feel my entire body tremble just from him looking at me. God, I need more. I need him to fuck me.
“Come on,” he says and turns toward his bedroom. I’m shocked, never having been in there before. Usually, I end up on my knees in the kitchen or on the rug in the den, but never in his room.
As soon as I enter, I take it in. Everything is masculine just like him. Dark wood and light gray sheets, an overflowing hamper in the corner, and then Cash standing in the midst of it.
“You in a rush?” he asks as I set my bag down on the floor and shift on my feet.
“Not really. I just have to get into the shop and get some filing done before class. You know my dad’s ridiculously unorganized. It’s gonna take ages to clean that mess up.”
He nods and then takes a step toward me. I move to kneel, but he stops me.
“No. Not yet. Clothes off.”
The way he commands me makes my entire body light up. Oh god, I’ve never been naked with him before, and now he wants to see me.
“You sure?” I ask, and he nods.
“I’m fucking sure. Show me.”
Swallowing, I pull my t-shirt over my head, feeling a little insecure about my lack of defined muscle, but Cash doesn’t seem to care. He just stares at me, his eyes roving over my chest and then landing on my waist when I start to remove my pants and boxer briefs.
As soon as I’m naked, my hard cock jutting out before me, Cash runs a hand across the stubble on his jaw.
He likes what he sees, I know he does. I can tell by the way his pupils dilate, by the way his cock grows down his thigh. He’s probably trying to process it. First, the blow jobs, and now this. He doesn’t know what to make of me or why his body’s responding to a man.
God, the fact that I’m the reason for this man’s sexual awakening turns me on even more. Boring Ben, and yet here I am, making Cash’s dick hard.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly, and I do as he says, spinning slowly, letting him take a good look at me. His breath comes out a little stuttered, and I peer over my shoulder, my eyes meeting his stare.
“You gonna fuck me?” I ask softly, and Cash moves toward me, his hands encircling my waist.
