Chapter 21 Mark Him #2
“Where are they now?”
I shrug. “Off to college.”
Lane fidgets with his shirt, getting that dejected look in his eyes again. “Oliver’s going, too. And I’ll be alone.”
My first instinct is to downplay the situation, to joke about it—how Oliver’s boring anyway, that he’ll be better off without him, that sort of thing. A few weeks ago, I would have. But not now.
“Yeah, I get it. It sucks.”
It feels weird to be genuine and serious for once.
I’m not used to it. I have to force the words out.
Maybe it’s because it looks a lot like being vulnerable, and I’m not about being vulnerable.
Sarcasm and teasing come easily to me, and they mean nothing; they’re safe.
I’ve rarely found it worth my time to act differently.
With Tess, I can be less of an ass and more my true self, and maybe Lane has the same effect on me—at least he could have if I were to let go a little more.
What’s the point, though? Tess is my friend; she’ll always be there, but Lane is supposed to be a summer fling, and what do I do with summer flings?
Seduce them, fuck them, discard them, and move on to the next.
Can I really do the same with Lane? Right now, it feels like I never want to let him go. I can barely go an hour without touching him. I can’t even wait until tonight to get my fill of his sweet gasps and his half-lidded eyes looking up at me with unrestrained want.
“Come with me.” I open the car door and slide into the back seat.
Lane enters the back seat on the opposite side, and he barely has time to slam the door shut before I’m all over him, pushing him onto his back on the seat.
“Oh,” he says, as if he wasn’t aware of my intentions, just following my instructions without question, which is a huge fucking turn-on. Granted, everything about him is a huge fucking turn-on. “You want to…”
“Don’t you?” I murmur against his mouth.
He nods, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Yeah, but I’ve never done it in a car before.”
“Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.”
He nods faster, more eagerly. “Okay.”
“You like doing that, don’t you? Following my lead.”
His cheeks flush. “Yeah. A lot.”
I smile. “Then just lie back and let me undress you.”
I reach for the buckle of his jeans, feeling his heat and his eager little gasps as I start tearing at his clothes, and my eyes roll back in relief when I get my hands on his bare skin.
“Fuck, puppy,” I groan. “Why does this feel so good?”
I don’t mean to say all these things—they just spill out of me without warning. There’s something inevitable about it, something dangerous, but there’s no way I’m stopping now.
Soon enough, our naked bodies roll and writhe together, and Lane grips my cock again like he did last night, eyes bright with desire as he looks up at me.
“You want it?” I hump his hand, groaning at the soft skin of his palm rolling over my length.
“Do we have lube?”
I fumble for my discarded pants and find my wallet, where I always store a sachet of lube and a condom. Never know when you’ll need them.
Lane shakes his head when I rip open the condom packet. “No, let’s do it without.”
I frown. “But… it’s not safe.”
“We already did it once. Damage is already done, right?”
That’s not entirely true, but I’m too impatient to argue with him about it. It’s his choice this time, and besides that, I’m desperate to feel him bare again. It feels good with a condom, but without one, it feels so good it should be illegal.
Discarding the condom, I rip the lube packet open and squeeze the contents over my cock. “Come here, puppy.” I sit up straight, motioning to my lap.
Lane straddles me eagerly, and he moans as I stroke my slick fingers over his hole and kiss his neck. He’s a lot louder than he usually is, and I realize this is the first time we can be as loud as we want. No one can hear us. No one can disapprove.
“That’s it, puppy,” I whisper into his neck. “Now sit on my cock like a good boy.”
He rolls his hips, and his hole finds the head of my cock. His breath hitches as it sinks inside.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Now move. Show me how much you want this. Fuck.”
I can’t hold back my moans, so I muffle them by kissing Lane’s sweet mouth and swallowing his whines and little sobs of pleasure.
“Y-You do it.” He scrambles for my hands and places them on his hips, moving them up and down. “Fuck me.”
“You want me to help?”
He nods, eyes tearing up. “Yeah. I want it so, um, hard, and you’re the only one… the only one who’s ever given that to me.”
Well, then. Can’t leave my puppy wanting.
“Feet up,” I say, and he places his feet on the car seat, on either side of my hips. “Stay still, just like that.”
He puts his arms around my shoulders, and I brace my feet on the floor mat and start thrusting up into him as hard and deep as I can.
A soft cry builds in his throat, like he’s hurting, but he nods and moans, “Keep going… Feels so good… Thank you…”
A feeling I can’t put a name to rises in my chest as I look into his eyes and see how needy he is for me, how much he wants me, how much he needs me.
I need him too.
Fuck, I need him too.
The realization makes my hips stagger and slow, and Lane makes a frustrated noise.
“Keep… keep going. Please. I’m so close.”
I shake my head, trying to push the thoughts and the feelings back, and double down.
I slam my hips up, cramming my cock deep inside him, squeezing his hips so hard I’m sure my grip will leave him bruised.
When I bite down on his shoulder, he gasps and shakes and moans, coming untouched between us.
He thrusts his hips back, and as his ass pulses around me, I come with him, groaning into his mouth.
I keep kissing and fucking him even when my orgasm is fading, his ass sloppy and creamy with cum as I fuck it back into him, still hard and still fucking lost in him.
Finally, he breaks the kiss with a whine. I pull out of him and wipe us down with some paper towels from the glove compartment. After that, I crack a window open, and we lie entangled in the back seat while the birds chirp around us.
We stay like that for longer than is probably wise, Lane halfway slumped over my chest, his hair tickling my cheek. I kiss him now and again, soft and light, sliding a hand up and down his side, unable to stop touching him.
“Did that feel good, puppy?”
“So good,” he whispers. “Everything we do feels good.”
I shift my hand up to his collar, looping my finger through the ring at the front, lost in thought. Where do you get chokers like these? A sex shop? Or just a regular clothing store? I make a mental note to look into it.
The buzzing of my phone startles me into action. I dig into my jeans and swipe without looking at who’s calling.
“Are you with Lane?” says Oliver’s curt voice at the other end of the line.
I drag a hand over my face. I smell like sex. “What? No.”
“Did you kidnap him or something?” Oliver growls. “He’s not answering my texts.”
“No, I’m at a fucking job interview,” I say, blessing my propensity to come up with quick lies. “Way to jump to conclusions, little brother.”
“Then where’s Lane?”
“You misplacing your little friend is not my problem.” While you keep on looking, I’ll place him on my cock.
“You should keep better track of your stuff.” While I say this, I casually slide a hand between Lane’s legs and stroke a finger over his hole.
He gasps and glares at me, scandalized, but he doesn’t pull away.
Oliver hangs up, and Lane squirms away from me, but he doesn’t get far with the limited space.
“We need to get back,” he says.
“Why?” I keep exploring his hole, and his eyes flutter shut.
“Oliver. I told him I was just going to the store. We’ve been gone too long.”
“But we’re having so much fun, puppy.” I lift him into my lap, slipping my cock between his cheeks.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell him, sliding the head of my cock back and forth over his crack, gathering the lube and my cum from earlier.
“You’re going to ride my cock again like a good boy.
Then I’ll drive you to the store to buy your candy.
I’ll leave you there…” I push him down, and he gasps as my cock slips inside.
“And wait while you go back to the house. Oliver won’t suspect a thing. ”
“I…” Lane shakes his head. “I don’t… No.”
I thrust into him a few more times, but he keeps being all silent and frozen in place, so I look up at him, frowning. “What’s going on?”
“We need to get back to Oliver,” Lane says, voice firm.
I grit my teeth. “Oliver can wait.” This is more important. We are more important.
“No.” Lane climbs out of my lap, my cock slipping out of his hole.
I grunt in discontent and lean back, letting him clean us up with paper towels.
“Let’s go,” he says, too firm, too urgent.
I know he’s just worried Oliver will figure shit out, but at the same time, this bothers me more than I’d like to admit. Not just because he’s leaving me blue-balled, but because he…
Because he’s choosing Oliver over me.
Gritting my teeth, I sit up and put my clothes back on, and the whole way to the store, I don’t say a word.
This Oliver thing is getting out of hand. He keeps getting between us. Lane and I were having such a good time—a fucking amazing time—and now he’s suddenly desperate to get back?
Lane likes being with me, but only as long as he stays on Oliver’s good side. It feels too conditional. Like I’m something to brush aside as soon as it no longer suits him. I’ve already been discarded by society for what I did; I can’t handle Lane discarding me too.
The sting of rejection burns through my veins as I push the pedal to the metal.
This won’t do. My feelings for him are confusing enough that I don’t need any more uncertainty.
I need to mark him with more than hickeys and bite marks.
He needs a collar, and not just any collar: my collar. A secret proof that he’s mine.