Chapter 2 DIEGO #4
Before I could make a smart remark, he took my face in both hands and pulled me down into a kiss that made my whole body ache.
His mouth was open when it met mine, and his tongue slipped over my bottom lip and into me, then curled upward like an invitation.
He buried his fingers in my hair, and I twisted mine into his shirt tight, like I was afraid I’d slide off the goddamn world if I let him go.
We kissed. And then switched angles and kissed some more.
He brought one hand down, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer so I was perched on his balls and our pricks were lined up tight against each other, trapped between our heaving bellies.
His fingers pressed into my ass cheek hard, and he bit at my bottom lip just enough to pull it out and let it snap back.
He took all the breath out of me. I wanted him to do it again. “I do not remember you kissing like that,” was all I could say.
“Neither did you.” He huffed for air, looked up, caught my gaze and held it.
Even in the dark, his eyes were very, very blue against his skin and hair, and for a second I just sat there in his lap, staring like a dumbfuck.
He untangled the hand in my hair and ran it down my jawline, then traced my bottom lip with the rough pad of his thumb.
Just looking at me, like we hadn’t done this dance a million times as stupid kids who didn’t know any better.
Like he was really seeing me for the first time in his idiot life.
I couldn’t help it. I let my inner slut take over and rocked my hips forward, rubbing my throbbing dick against his, pressing us both into his belly and letting my mouth fall open under his thumb.
He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of my head and pulled me back into his mouth.
While we kissed, I pried his shirt open, then shoved his undershirt upward, burying my fingers in the soft, short curls all up his belly and across his chest. Once I got my hands on those beefy tits, I dug in and rubbed my dick up on his thick happy trail.
My body? Fucking guy was a human playground created specifically for my pleasure, as far as I could tell.
When the kiss broke again, we were both gasping, and I planted my face in his neck and started kissing my way down.
Hell, this was the longest I’d made out with a guy without going down on him in a while, and all I was thinking was that I wanted to taste that dick before this was over.
But about the time I got my face buried in his tits, he took it in both hands and guided me back upward.
“You okay?” I huffed, uncertain. Once I started moving south, guys usually let me go for it.
“Yeah. You?”
“Uh, fuck yeah.”
“Can you kiss me some more?” he whispered. “If you suck my dick, I’m gonna come so fucking fast. And I just wanna—” He tilted his face upward, kissed me quickly, then huffed out a little laugh. “I wanna stay like this a little while.”
I had a sudden primal urge to scream. Like not just from the pit opening up in my stomach, but all the way down into my balls as they tightened up in anticipation of emptying all over his furry abs. I didn’t want to scream at him, exactly, but just about him.
Because that was really goddamn sweet, and I didn’t need that shit right now. I just needed to get him off, and then get off, and then get dressed and go back to this stupid fucking wedding and stop thinking about him all over again.
I curled my fingers into his chest hair, got my fingernails in, and bumped his forehead with mine as aggressively as I could without actually hurting us. “Fuck, Kovacs. What the fuck.”
He said, “It’s okay if—”
I shut him the fuck up by shoving my tongue into his mouth and raking my nails gently down his chest.
His cock jumped, and a little wet spot formed against my belly where the tip pressed into it.
Christ, I hadn’t even touched it, and he wasn’t kidding.
He really was about to go off. I closed off the kiss after a few moments and said into his wet, swollen lips, “Warn me if you’re gonna cum.
I wanna watch every fucking second of it, okay? ”
“Okay. Yeah. Anything you want, Diego.”
Music to my goddamn ears.
I wrapped my hand around his dick, moaning into another kiss with the surge of power and heat it gave me.
His pulse pounded deep inside it, and I rolled the skin up over the glistening, dark pink head of it and then back down as slowly as I could.
Fucking hand job in the back seat of a shitty car should’ve felt like the good old days.
But it didn’t. It didn’t feel rushed or dangerous or pathetic. It used to feel like I couldn’t tell him no. And he couldn’t tell me no. And so we just kept going around and around like this even though we both knew it wouldn’t end well.
Tonight we were a little bit desperate, yeah, so that was the same. But it felt deliberate, too. Like a choice we were making. I wasn’t some hopeless lonely gay kid in a redneck school anymore. I had the power. And maybe he felt some version of that, too.
I kissed the fuck out of him in that back seat until my tongue lost feeling and my lips dried out.
I kissed him like I hadn’t kissed anyone in a really, really long time.
Like I fucking meant it. And he wound his fingers in my hair and felt every inch of my skin and made sure I knew he wanted me closer, closer, as close as it was humanly possible to get.
And then finally, when he dug his fingers into my ass and said, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I told him, “Go ahead, Taran. Cum for me.”
He gave a moan that vibrated my whole body, and I stroked him nice and slow while he rocked his hips into my hand.
His cock convulsed in my grip, and hot cum shot from him in spurt after spurt.
Yeah, I wanted to taste it, but watching that fat cock swell and leak and spray like this was just as goddamn good.
I was fucking dripping, leaving sticky spots in his happy trail as I dragged myself over it again and again.
He drew a shaky breath and made to sit up, so I leaned back and braced myself with one hand on his chest. His dick slumped to one side, still swollen with his pulse.
He took me by both hips and lifted, like I was still some scrawny-ass little twink, and set me down behind the driver’s seat.
I was about to ask what the fuck he was doing when he slipped off the seat, curling up to fit on the floor with his feet under the passenger seat.
He leaned forward between my legs and buried his face in my chest, all hot, heaving breaths and lingering kisses.
“Oh,” I huffed, tangling my hand tight in his silky hair. “But when I wanna suck some dick, it’s noooo, stay here and kiss me.”
He laughed into my tit, then scraped his teeth over my nip.
“Fuck,” I hissed, involuntarily rocking my hips into him.
He kept going, sucking on all my sweetest parts, making me writhe and leak underneath him. By the time he got to my inner thigh, I was desperate, so I put both hands in his hair and nudged him toward my dick, giving an impatient little moan to make my point.
He glanced up at me through his hair, and the son of a bitch was grinning.
“Ha! You sure you remember how to do this?” I huffed.
“Learned from the best,” he replied before licking his way up the underside of my dick like an ice cream cone that was melting too fast.
I rocked into him, rubbing my dick against his swollen lips and holding him in place.
He very blatantly, very calmly let me. His eyes fluttered shut, his parted lips turning up at the corners.
“You’re acting like you want your face fucked,” I told him, licking my dry lips.
He opened his eyes again, readjusted his position, and went down on me all the fucking way. His lips hit my belly, leaking spit, and his hand cradled my balls. I wanted so, so much to hold him down on my dick and fuck his throat into oblivion. Not gonna lie.
Instead, I just gave a little gentle guidance, pulling his hair, rocking my hips. He did most of the work himself, and it was so obvious that he was trying really, really hard, the way he drooled and sucked and held his breath to please me.
Didn’t take long. Okay, only took about sixty seconds, honestly, but it was a really goddamn good sixty seconds.
And then we were just a pile of limbs trying to catch our breath in a back seat that was way too small for both of us.
He pulled himself up onto the seat; picking up my stretched-out leg, he tucked himself beside me and settled my leg across his thighs.
We both sucked in air for a few minutes, and I put my hand against my belly and right into a cooling puddle of cum.
We laughed breathlessly. I spread his cum all over my torso, because that seemed better than letting it leak through my shirt or cleaning it up with some other article of clothing in the moment, and he said, “Fuck, dude, I’m sorry.”
“Please. I’ll be hard all night knowing I’m wearing you.” I sat up, or tried to, but the seat belt caught on my arm.
He helped me disentangle. “Are you going back there?”
“I mean, I kinda have to.” But, ugh. It was so much nicer here.
He said, “Mom’s probably gone home by now.”
“I can drop you,” I said. Yeah, okay. We got off. Time to wrap it up.
“That was nothing like it used to be, by the way.” He eyed me up and down.
“No, we’re way better at this now,” I agreed. “But you’re still too sensitive to last very long.”
“Hey, I can go twice in a row, just for your information.” He swatted at my leg.
“No shit?” I eyed his semi-deflated dick speculatively.
“It’s my superpower.”
I snorted, but it was really time. I sat up and straightened my shirt out a little, then reached for the car door to extract my shorts and pants.
But he leaned over and grabbed my hand. “Wait.”