22. Lennox
Chapter 22
Lennox
“Have you ever done anal before?”
Dane’s head snapped in my direction quicker than I expected. When he groaned, I knew he’d given himself a crick in his neck. And like the asshole I was, I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.
“Have you?” he asked, rubbing at the tight muscle. “Why would you ask me that when I’m driving, you dummy? It could cause an accident. Geesh, Sanders.”
I loved it when he was all flustered and hot under the collar. Not to mention when he spat his G-rated dad expletives so as not to scar Daniel with the bad language.
But he wasn’t here.
And it was fucking hot watching the wave of crimson creep up his neck. I’d never noticed this little detail about him being turned on.
I ran my fingertip down his reddening neck to the pulsing vein. “You didn’t answer the question.”
He shivered from my touch.
“Neither did you,” he breathed out.
My eyes drifted down his chest to his dick pressing behind his zipper.
Shifting toward him, I put my right hand on his bare thigh and slipped my fingers under the fabric. Thank god he’d worn shorts. I’d never craved a man like I had Dane, and I wanted to feel his warm skin and coarse hair on my fingertips. And when they drifted toward his crotch, well, I couldn’t control myself.
“Lennox Lamont Sanders. What are you doing?”
Laughing at that name, I stopped my handsy ascent and put the armrest up so I could move closer to him.
Dane’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he side-eyed me, waiting for what came next. So I leaned in and licked a stripe up his neck to his earlobe. I knew it was reckless while he was driving, but he controlled a billion-dollar jet under fire, so I felt pretty safe fondling him while he drove a truck.
“Have I told you I love it when you middle-name me, even if it isn’t mine?”
He huffed out an annoyed groan as my hand finally reached its first destination. His dick.
“Lennox,” he moaned. “Why are you doing this now? You know anyone could see us.”
I looked around at the darkness that enveloped us. No cars or lights to be seen.
“Uh, unless there are people in the bushes with night vision goggles, I don’t see that happening. But,” I said, enunciating the word against his neck, “if you think you can take it, I’ll suck you off right here while you drive.”
I’d never had the desire to suck a man’s dick before, and god knows I’d seen a million of them in the locker room. It was inevitable. But Dane pushed all my buttons and turned me into a raging horn dog.
“Are you trying to get us killed?” he breathed out through gritted teeth.
“No,” I crooned. “But it would be hot. You drive a big, expensive plane every day with bad guys chasing you, so what’s a little dick-sucking while you drive? I bet you could take it even when you drive the plane.”
Dane barked out a laugh. I was fucking up the words on purpose just to stir him up.
“Number one, I fly a plane. Not drive. Number two, I’m chasing the bad guys. Not the other way around.”
Of course, he’d focus on that.
“And number three,” he added, making me smile, “you’ve been on my plane. There’s no room to give any kind of head in the cockpit.”
I chuckled, then bit his shoulder. “God, I love that word. Cock…pit.”
Dane released a shuddered breath, then pushed me off him. Before I could complain, he pulled over on the side of the deserted street.
Throwing the truck into park, he cut the engine and turned off the lights.
“Okay, QB. Let’s find out if you’re all talk.”
I bit my lip as he unzipped his shorts.
“You sure you wanna do this here… on the side of the road?”
He paused and looked at me. I thought he was going to change his mind, but he gritted his teeth and moved his ass further down on the seat. And when he man-handled his impossibly hard shaft out of his shorts, I knew he meant business.
“How about you put that smart mouth of yours to work and start sucking?”
Laughter bubbled up from so deep inside me. I was drunk with it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy. And if this was what life with him was going to be like, I’d gladly sign up right now.
“I love it when you’re bossy like that,” I said, reaching for his cock.
Dane took a deep breath through his nose as I leaned over and took the head into my mouth. Even though I’d never given head before, the sensations and sounds he made were instantly addicting.
“Fucking hell, Lenny,” he moaned, bucking up into my mouth.
My gag reflex kicked in, forcing me to pull back and take a breath.
“Glad you’re out of dad mode,” I teased.
Dane was confused, but I smiled as saliva clung to my mouth and chin. “You’re finally giving me the curse words I deserve.”
“Then get back to it. You’re wasting time. Make me cum, asshole,” he growled.
I dove my back down on him with a fervor and enthusiasm I reserved for football.
Dane squirmed and moaned as he fisted my hair. No doubt I was doing okay for my first time because my cock was about to explode.
The sound of a passing car caught my attention for a moment, and I considered stopping. But Dane’s death hold on my hair and the way he was forcing my head down told me he might kill me if I did. It was safer for me to finish him off. I wanted Dane to bust a nut in my mouth.
The squirming and moaning told me he was close, and I had zero intention of stopping. We’d remember this night forever. It would be something to tell our kids about one day.
“Oh shit, Lennox. Oh shit,” he moaned. “Stop, God. Stop, Lennox.”
I pulled off long enough to growl, “Come in my mouth. I can take it.”
I went back down, but he gripped my hair to the point of pain. It was hot, but it hurt.
“No, you idiot,” he pleaded. “The cops are here.”
I walked into my room with five minutes to spare. Evan was stretched out on his bed, looking at something on his phone.
“Hey. Cutting it kinda close, aren’t you?”
I flopped down on the edge and ran my hands through my hair. “You have no idea.”
Evan frowned and sat up. “What happened? Didn’t it go well?”
I debated briefly whether to tell him the story, but finally decided to share my predicament. He was my closest friend, other than Dane, and when it came to the technicalities of having sex with a man, he’d be my go-to.
I rubbed my hand over my soft beard. “We almost got arrested.”
His eyes went wide as saucers. “What? What did you do?”
My brows pulled together. “Why do you assume it was me who did something?”
He pointed toward the door. “Because that guy is a fighter pilot. He’s kickass and follows the rules. You, on the other hand, do not.”
I stared at my friend. “Dane is not always a badass. He dared me to do it. Okay, dare might be the wrong word. Commanded would be a better one.”
Just thinking about it made my dick hard again.
Evan ran his hands over his face. “You still haven’t told me what happened.”
I sighed. “I was blowing him in the car when the police rolled up. He was all ‘Oh god, Lenny, so good. You’re the best dick sucker ever.’ And when he started begging me to stop, I thought he was afraid to blow in my mouth.”
Evan was speechless, and that was very unlike him. “By the way, why have you been gate-keeping how good sucking dick is?”
He burst out laughing, making me chuckle. The entertainer in me loved that. “Wait. You decided to have oral sex for the first time in the car while parked on the side of the road.”
“Yeah. That’s it.”
Evan guffawed again until tears were streaming down his face. He held up a finger as he tried to catch his breath.
“Gotta… text… Hud.”
I jumped up.
“The fuck you are! You don’t even know what happened. For all you know, I might need him to get our sentences commuted.”
He doubled over again and three hours later, when he could talk again, he wiped away the tears and looked at me.
“Lennox, he has no jurisdiction in Arizona. Just finish the damn story.”
I huffed, feigning to be put out. I could be dramatic.
“Are you ready, Prince Charming?”
Evan snorted and waved his hand in the air. “Yes, go ahead.”
I shifted on the bed because my shorts were quite uncomfortable.
“Like I said, I was blowing him when Dane started pulling on my hair. When he told me the cops were there, I sat up and turned to look at the lights behind us. Dane was frantically trying to zip his shorts, but the zipper got caught on his dick, and he started howling.”
I snorted, thinking about how flustered he’d gotten.
Evan couldn’t form words again but waved his hand in the air to get me to hurry up. So I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Anyway, the officer walks up and asks for some ID. Dane reached into his back pocket and handed him something. He read his name and thanked him for his service. Then the guy looked in my direction and blinded me with the spotlight he was carrying.”
Evan had curled his lips in to keep from laughing.
“He asked for my ID, and while I was retrieving it, he asked Dane what was going on. I was seriously worried the boy scout was gonna tell him, but he made up a terrible excuse.”
Evan cracked a smile. “What did he say?”
I rolled my eyes again. “He told the cop I’d been experiencing a ferocious bout of diarrhea, and I had to go shit in the woods. He said he’d turned the lights off to give me some privacy.”
He was on the edge of losing it again. “Did he buy it?”
I shrugged. “I guess. As proof, I farted. You know that’s my hidden talent, being able to fart on command. When the officer backed up from the window, I grabbed my stomach again and groaned. He ended up giving us a police escort back to the hotel.”
Evan fell back on the bed. His entire body shook like a human earthquake as he pounded the bed, trying to catch his breath. He laughed so damn long and hard that one of our teammates pounded on the door.
I got up and answered it. Carson stood outside with his hands on his hips. I couldn’t tell if he was mad or concerned. He’d spent most of training camp pissed off at the Aussie.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Glancing around me, I opened the door and pointed to Evan’s shaking bed.
Carson squinted. “Is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine. He’s laughing at something I said. He’ll stop in a few minutes, or I’ll smother him. Sorry to wake you, man.”
He looked at Evan warily before walking back to his room.
I closed the door, then picked up one of his pillows and beat him with it. But the asshole just kept on laughing.
So I gave up and headed to the bathroom to shower.
Again.
“Hey,” Evan called out. “Is everything okay between the two of you?”
I snickered. “Yeah, I think so. He always forgives me.”
“You sure about that? You better figure out how to kiss his ass if he doesn’t.”
I grinned. “I can do that.”
After all this tonight, I still didn’t know if Dane had ever done anal and I didn’t get to finish my blowjob.
Guess I’d have to try again.