CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GAbrIEL
I loved my car. But at this moment, I wished I’d gone with something that had a bigger back.
My legs were sandwiched between the front seats, my foot was lodged under the steering wheel, and my neck was at a crooked angle against the backseat.
Jake bumped his head on the ceiling for the second time.
None of that mattered. The only thing that did was the frenzied need for physical contact.
He straddled me as I gripped his ass. I was surprised by his fervor.
My shy baby boy was coming out of his shell.
Still, I knew he needed a gentle hand. Cupping the back of his neck, I pulled him to my lips.
His breath was hot and heavy, his response excited.
He moaned softly as we locked lips. I met his tongue and easily took control of the kiss.
His movements were uncoordinated, but I didn’t mind.
“Don’t rush,” I whispered against his mouth. “We’ve got all the time in the world, okay?”
He returned to me slowly, his fringy lashes pressed tight against his cheeks.
I’d always enjoyed kissing with my eyes open because it let me see all the little reactions of what I was doing to my lover.
Our lips smacking filled the interior of my car, and I guided him into a languorous dance of tongues that left me aching.
Someone laughed outside as they passed by, but the world had ceased to exist.
“That’s better,” I teased and swiped my tongue across his bottom lip. “I want to take my time with you. I need to, don’t I?”
He sucked his lip between his teeth. His skin was blue from the darkness, the single overhead lamplight of the parking lot catching his eyes. His body was ridged but fit perfectly against mine as if he had been made only for me.
“I'm going to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, okay?”
“Okay,” he croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I reached down, finding the hem of his sweater and slid my palm up his body.
His skin was smooth, almost hairless and flushed.
I watched him intently as I found his nipple with my fingers, the little bud hard as if it had been waiting for my fingers.
He gasped and wiggled against me, our erections stroking each other through our pants.
“How does that feel? Nice? Don’t like it? You can tell me.”
“I don’t know…” He dropped his head against my neck, and I moved the pad of my thumb across the bud again. His gasp was wonderful and the grind of his hips against mine told me everything I needed to know. “Oh…fuck.”
“Hm, and you’ve never played with them?”
“A few times. It just feels…better when you’re doing it,” he rasped, his lips pressing against the side of my neck.
“I can understand that. Someone else's hand on my cock feels better too.”
I moved my thumb in a soft circle around the bud, focused on his reaction.
He sought my lips, and I kissed him, leading his tongue with mine.
I swallowed his moan as I found his other nipple with my free hand.
Moving to plant kisses along his jaw, I rolled the buds between my fingers until he whimpered.
“How does that feel, baby boy?”
“Good.” He dropped his head against the crook of my neck again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I inquired, needing to know if he was okay with this.
“No! Please don’t stop,” he said, as another round of laughter sounded outside the car. He snickered. “I’ve never done anything like this in a car. It’s scary…and exciting.”
Fuck, if he only knew. If you’re enjoying this, wait until you get that rush from blowing me at Adam’s Garden. The words got stuck in my throat. It was too soon. I couldn’t divulge my kink yet.
“Gabriel…”
“Yes, baby boy?” I whispered and nipped at the skin under his ear.
His cheeks rose in a smile, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his fingers clawing my sweater. We were wearing too much clothing. “What is it? Talk to me. Do you want me to stop? I won’t be upset.”
He pulled in a big breath of air and looked at me. His hair was a silhouette of a cow’s lick. “No, I want…more. Take me home. Please?”
I growled, his sweet, sweet begging sending a rocket of pleasure through me. I wanted to give him everything he craved, everything he’d never had. I offered him a wide smile and plucked his lips one last time. “You might have to help me out of this predicament you put me in.”
“Oh,” he murmured and looked at the tangle we’d become. “I’m sorry. You must be so uncomfortable.”
“This isn’t really good for my back, but you straddling me makes it all okay.” I said with a cocked smile.
He hit his head again in an attempt to get off me.
We ended up having to push the seats forward and wiggle out the back.
I helped him from my car, and he fell against me, his arms wrapping around my waist. He sought my lips, and I gave him what he wanted, the kiss chaste, almost experimental on his end.
“The sooner we get home, the sooner we can finish what we started,” I said, really wishing I had taken the Jeep.
The parking lot was nearly empty by the time we peeled out of it, the wheels kicking up dust. I needed to get him home and into my bed where I had plenty of room to work.
As I guided us down a dark road flanked by cornfields, he rolled his head against the seat.
He made soft sounds and undulated his hips, his cock tenting his pants.
“Play with your nipples,” I commanded, needing to keep him in the moment.
He bit his lip and slid his hand under his sweater. He hissed as he came into contact with the buds, his hips rocketing off the seat. I forced myself to focus on the road, not wanting to drive us into a ditch. The minutes ticked by, and we left the dark croplands behind for a small township.
“Don’t stop,” I told him. “Do they feel good?”
“Yes,” he croaked. “Really good. But…better if you were doing it.”
“I promise I’m not done with you yet.”
When we came to a stop light I looked at him. This was exactly where I needed him to be, but the moment was fleeting, and I was afraid of losing it. One hand moved under his sweater, his other was running a thumb across his erection. Fuck, the drive home was too long.
As the light turned green, I said, “Just wait until I get my mouth around them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He gaped as if he was imagining it and nodded. I spotted the flashing sign of a motel and the wheels screeched as I made a last second turn into the parking lot. “Wait here. And don’t stop.”
“Okay,” he murmured.
I did my best to remain patient as the attendant booked me a room. Key in hand, I rushed back to my car.
“Are we at a here?” He inquired.
“Did you stop?”
He whimpered. “No… Why would we ever stay at a motel?”
The question was rhetorical, and I pulled into the closest parking spot to our room.
He was out of the car as quickly as I was, a goofy grin on his face.
I took his hand in mine and led him into the room.
I didn’t make sure it was ready to be occupied.
Instead I locked the door behind us and shoved him onto the bed.
His laughter ended in a needy moan as I pushed his sweater up and pulled his nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck…”
“That feel good? Do you like my tongue on your nips? Hm?” I flicked my tongue over the bud quickly, savoring his gasp. Now that I had the room to work, I was ready to rock his world. “Take this off for me.”
I helped him out of his sweater and tossed it over a chair. As he pulled his shirt over his head, I started undoing my own clothes. He stripped down to his boxers, and looked at me, his gaze dark under the single, dim light of the room.
A slow smile spread across his face as I peeled away the layers, leaving them on the stained carpet.
I made a show of sliding my briefs down my legs.
I needed him to see how aroused I was, how much I enjoyed pleasuring him.
He licked his lips as he stared at my cock, his chest heaving.
Yeah, I wanted my cock in his mouth too, but tonight needed to be for him.
This would be a trust building exercise, but no less exciting.
I joined him in bed, splitting his legs with my hips and took his mouth in a slow, but deep kiss, needing him to feel my sincerity. I really did want to show him a good time, my own pleasure be damned. My aching cock came up against rough cloth, the bulge in his boxers hot against me.
“Let’s take these off, okay?” I murmured and slid his underwear down his legs.
I took a moment to savor the sight of him naked to me. He had a nice dick, more long than thick, with a veiny shaft, the kind that demanded a little tongue action to see where they went. I adjusted my prick so that it was against his as I wrapped him in my arms, and continued control of his lips.
I kissed my way down his neck, across his shoulder and to the hard bud of his nipple. His moans were lovely, and he fisted his hand in my hair. I spent several minutes on each one, until they were hard peeks, glistening in the low light and he was squirming under me.
“Tell me you like your nipples played with,” I commanded.
“I do…like them played with…by you,” he croaked, digging his fingers in my shoulder.
I liked the way our bodies fit together, his hot skin sliding against my own. I took my time, savoring every inch of him, delighted by the little gasps and moans I managed to elicit.
It would take some time to get him to completely open up to me, but I was determined to enjoy this journey.
As I nibbled at his neck, I skimmed my fingertips along his thigh, to the ball of his knee and back up, grazing the skin of his inner thigh, closer toward his ball sack.
I sat back against my knees and took him in, splayed for me, willing to accept whatever I was willing to give. Trust had never looked so sexy before.
“Show me what you look like when you masturbate,” I commanded, my voice rough. It was way too hot in here and my throat was parched.
He didn’t hesitate and fisted his cock. As he started stroking himself, I skimmed my fingers along his thighs, eliciting goosebumps.
I focused on the way his glans peaked out from his fist, the eye weeping.
Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and sucked the pre-cum from his cock.
His eyes pinched tight, his lips parting in a shocked gasp.
He stopped with a huff, his hard prick standing straight up.
“Why did you stop?” I asked.
“I’m not going to last long when you do something like that,” he said.
I grinned and ran my fingers along the side of his knee. “Did I find a sensitive spot?”
He bit his lip and nodded.
“Good to know. So come for me, baby boy. I want to know what you look like at night in your bed. I bet you’re hot as fuck. Beautiful even.”
He made a garbled sound and started pleasuring himself. I continued my whisper-light touches. The muscles I’d known were always there tightened in his shoulders and neck as he grunted and groaned, moving quicker as the pleasure built. I wish he could see how sexy he was at this moment.
He sucked in a quick breath and thrust his hips up as he orgasmed, cum erupting from his cock like a volcano.
He collapsed against the bed, and I sucked his dick into my mouth, pulling the remains of his orgasm down my throat.
He was intoxicating to me, a fine wine that deserved to be savored.
After I’d thoroughly cleaned his cock, I moved up his body, licking at the drops of cum splattered across his torso.
I didn’t miss an opportunity to tease his nipples some more.
When I got to his mouth, I kissed him hard and deep until he was breathless.
He offered me a slanted smile. “Now you.”
I snickered and grabbed my dick. Looking the way he did, it wasn’t going to take long for me to finish.
I settled next to him and entangled our limbs.
Interest shone in his gaze as I stroked myself base to tip.
I was rock hard, my balls tight and it wasn’t long before I exploded.
I didn’t hold back, groaning at my release as he watched with interest.
He fell asleep against me quickly and I held him close, reveling in his presence. I’d had all kinds of sex in my life, but the simple mutual masturbation had felt intimate. He’d bared himself to me when he must have been scared. I kissed his forehead and went to sleep next to him.