Chapter 05 DEVON
“Do you wanna go for a ride?“
I ask, then immediately cringe. “That wasn’t a corny pickup line, I swear. I have more game than that.”
Aaron grins, pushing his fingers through his blond curls as he turns to face me. “Are we talking about taking the car for a ride, or taking you for a ride?”
“The car.“
My skin flames, and I’m thankful the darkness hides my whole-body flush.
“That’s a shame,“
he teases. “But I have an idea.”
“Oh boy,“
I deadpan.
He grins as he grips the back of his neck in one of the few signs of nerves he’s shown all afternoon. “This is corny as hell,“
he says, “but… can I take you on a date? Like, right now?”
“Where?“
I ask, and he gestures around the empty lot.
“Here.”
My confusion must show, because he holds up a finger before he jogs over to his car and opens the trunk. He digs through the contents before returning with something in his hand. Instead of coming to me, though, he climbs into the passenger seat of my car. My interest is piqued as he props his phone on the dash. Music plays into the silence as he steps back and gestures at the back seat.
“After you,“
he says with an endearingly shy smile.
“What’s this?“
Puzzled, I walk closer to where the seat is leaned forward.
For the first time today, Aaron looks uncertain as he glances at the tiny screen of his phone.
“It’s a, uh, drive-in.“
Plastic crinkles as he squeezes the bag in his hand. “The weather is nice, and we’re already dressed for the occasion. I had some groceries in my trunk, so I have sodas… even though they’re hot from being in there—”
“Aaron,“
I say quietly, but he doesn’t hear me.
“—and, um, pork rinds? They’re maybe not the best movie snack, but—”
“Aaron,“
I repeat with a laugh, and he stops rambling and meets my eyes. “This is really sweet.”
“Not… ridiculous?”
“Oh, it’s absolutely ridiculous,“
I say as I slide into the car again. “Ridiculously cute.”
He slides in beside me and pulls the door shut before handing me a soda and tearing open the bag of pork rinds.
I grin like an idiot as I grab one and pop it into my mouth.
We don’t talk much as the movie starts, and Aaron’s hands fidget in his lap. Seeing his nervousness is sweet, but it also helps me to calm down. He’s just as anxious as I am about this, and the realization settles my churning gut. I bite my lip as I stare at his profile in the darkness, and I put my drink aside as I scoot closer.
“Can I ask you something?“
He nods, and I motion at his toned body and gorgeous curls. “Why are you single?”
He laughs, clearly not expecting the question, so I expand on my thoughts. “It’s just… you’re a good-looking guy, and from what I can tell,”—I gesture around at our impromptu date—“you’re thoughtful, too. It makes me a little hopeless, you know? If a catch like you can’t find anyone, what does that mean for me?”
“Nuh-uh,“
he says as he twists to face me. “None of that self-deprecating bullshit. You’re more of a catch than I am. You’re smart, and witty as hell, and so fucking pretty.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he holds up a hand.
“I know you don’t want me to call you that, but it’s far more romantic than calling you Skid Mark or something like that.”
“Skid Mark?!“
I demand with an indignant snort, and he throws his head back in a belly-deep laugh.
“From your tires!”
We laugh for a minute before he slings his arm over my shoulders again, licking at his lips. “I’ve only been out for a few years,“
he explains. “The guys have tried to set me up a few times, but I want things to be authentic, you know? Getting together with your cousin’s only single gay friend doesn’t really scream ‘connection’ to me.”
“Yeah, I feel that,“
I say as he tugs at my bandana and pulls it off my head. His fingers rake through my hair, and I give an involuntary shiver.
“I didn’t come into this expecting to meet someone I actually like.”
“Yeah, same,“
I breathe as he draws me closer.
“But I like you.”
“Yeah… same,“
I repeat. My brain is apparently skipping on its tracks, because that’s all I can find to say.
Aaron chuckles as he leans in, pausing just before he finds my lips.
I close the distance between us, then gasp against his mouth as he grabs my leg and pulls me into his lap. My knees fall to bracket his hips, and my palms land on his chest.
“Is this okay?“
His eyes are careful as his fingers drift along my thighs.
“Shut up and kiss me,“
I murmur, and he grins as our mouths meet halfway.
Without the audience and camera to tug on our reins, both of us are greedier. These kisses are rough, more desperate, and I can’t tell who opens first, but soon our tongues are intertwined, slowly exploring each other.
The movie plays in the background, nothing more than muffled words and sound effects. I can’t hear it past the roar of my breath in my ears or the thud of my heart. Aaron’s hands climb my thighs, and one wraps around my back to splay across my ass. A soft moan leaves my throat as he rocks me forward. The tightening in my core pulses in a dull heat that spreads from hipbone to hipbone, and my cock hardens as I breathe faster.
I scoot my body backwards, trying to hide what he’s doing to me. He’s been sweet since the moment we met. Patient, but not handling me with kid gloves or condescension. He wanted this to be a proper date, and here I am, with my dick leaking into my underwear from a simple make-out session.
Aaron’s eyes open as I pull my mouth from his, looking up at me with a silent question.
“I, uh…“
I release a nervous laugh as I sit back and push my hand through my hair.
“Is this too much?“
He removes his hands from me as he examines me with the same gentle sweetness. “Too fast? We can watch the movie. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s not that.”
His brows furrow, and I slide my hips back further as his eyes move down my body. But like I told him earlier, this outfit hides nothing. I close my eyes and groan when he spots the bulge of my cock underneath the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Oh,“
he says softly.
“I’m sorry,“
I whisper, but as I try to scoot back, he grips my thighs and holds me there.
“For what?”
“Ruining your date. You were so sweet, and—”
“Listen, pretty boy.“
My eyes snap open, and he grins affectionately. “There’s that fire. Now, I don’t know why you think that having you all needy in my lap has ruined anything.“
His eyes trail down my front once more, his fingers drifting higher on my legs.
My cock flexes under the skirt.
“You did say it was big,“
he mutters with a huff.
I finally laugh. “I don’t have any expectations. If you don’t want to—”
He smiles as he tugs me forward. “Shut up and kiss me.”
My body is loose as our lips meet again, rocking against him as he teases my thighs. His fingers tiptoe higher, and fabric drags up my legs.
“Is this okay?“
he asks, and I nod as I guide his mouth back to mine.
His thumbs skirt along the creases of my hips before he traces the edge of my underwear. I moan quietly, and he swallows it down as his hand grazes my cock underneath the satin. A low hum builds in his throat as he pulls away, and he grins when I chase his lips.
“What are you wearing under here?“
He meets my eyes for permission as both his hands slide under my skirt.
I bite my lip and nod, and he pauses for a moment longer. He’s giving me time to change my mind, but I won’t. I haven’t been this sure of anything in a while, and I nod again. Fabric slides up my thighs to expose my panties underneath.
“Fuck,“
he groans as I lean back, my heart thudding as I show him what he’s doing to me.
Pre-cum darkens the satin where my cock pushes against it. His fingers trace along the lace-covered elastic at the top, and I quiver as they scrape against my bare skin.
“Shit, pretty, look at you.“
He cups me through the material, and I rock forward, rubbing myself against his palm.
Embarrassingly needy sounds spill from my throat as he slides my panties down to expose my cock. Cool evening air contrasts with the heat of his hand as he wraps it around me, and my hips snap forward to drive through the ring of his fingers.
Aaron watches me with hooded eyes before he pulls away. He spits on his palm, and I nearly combust at the added slickness.
I scramble to find his lips, thrusting my hips as his hand slides along my cock. For a few blissful minutes, nothing exists outside of this. The tension in my core builds as my tongue moves with his, and I move on top of him until I’m panting.
“Wait,“
I whisper as everything starts to pulse.
Aaron stills. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great, I’m…“
My forehead thunks against his as I release a rueful laugh. “I’ll come if you aren’t careful.”
“And here I was, thinking that was the goal this whole time,” he says.
I snort another laugh as I shake my head. “Dork.”
He grins before giving me another slow stroke that makes me shiver. “Do you, uh…“
He trails off, and his eyes dart away.
“You can’t turn bashful in the middle of a handjob,“
I say. “I’m pretty sure that’s a rule.”
“Is it?”
“You’re stalling.“
I hike my brow, but it’s not very effective paired with my soft moan when his hand pumps again. “Finish your question.”
“I’m not… assuming anything’s going to happen here. No expectations, I swear. We could stop any time you want, but…“
He shrugs in a manner that’s adorably shy while he’s still stroking me. “I kind of want to fuck you, Devon.”
“Just kind of?”
His thumb swipes over the tip of my cock, collecting the pearled bead of pre-cum there. “Okay. I really want to fuck you. Like, really want to fuck you, but—”
“So fuck me.“
I pull him in for a kiss, groaning when his hips snap off the bench as if he’s picturing it. “Do you have a preference?”
Aaron shakes his head, his eyes hooded. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“Hmm, a selfless lover then,“
I tease, and he grins with a one-shouldered shrug. “Well, Aaron, I kind of like being right here in your lap.”
“Yeah?“
he breathes, and I nod.
“I think I’d like it even better if you were inside me.”
He groans as his eyes roll up into his head for a moment. “Do you have supplies?“
he asks, and I force myself to pull away.
My skirt falls over my lap as I stare down at the way his cock bulges against his jeans. I struggle to unbutton them, but he takes over with a laugh when I get frustrated.
“Take these off,“
I say as I climb into the front seat, and he groans as I arch my spine and flash him my ass.
“Fucking hell, Dev,“
he mutters, and I fight my grin as I grab a condom along the bottle of lube from the glove box. When I put them in there months ago, it was wishful thinking, but right now?
I’m thankful for my planning.
When I turn around, Aaron is fighting the cramped back seat to remove his pants, but finally tosses them aside with a triumphant grin. He smiles at me, wearing only his boxer briefs and white t-shirt, and all those muscles are even more delicious in the faint light. His cock sits against his hip, and he groans quietly as I grip him through his underwear.
“Lube?“
he asks, and I hand it over. “C’mere, pretty,“
he murmurs, and I slide into my spot on his lap. The bottle cap clicks open as he lifts my skirt and slides my panties aside.
“Want me to take them off?”
“Fuck no,“
he answers immediately, and my budding laugh turns into a moan as a slicked finger finds my hole. “Tell me if I need to slow down.”
“You don’t,“
I say as I press back against him. “You need to do the opposite and hurry.”
He laughs again as the first finger slips inside me, and I find his mouth as he sinks it deeper. My mouth maps his skin, kissing lips and cheeks, brushing over his nose and panting into his ear as he pumps it in and out, and by the time he pushes the second inside as well, I’m desperate.
“More,“
I breathe, and he nods as he kisses me harder. I pant against his lips as he stretches me further, building me higher with every pump of his fingers. Moans pass between us as he adds a third, and I’m sure I’ll combust as I sink onto them.
“I’m ready,“
I whimper.
He pulls back to look in my eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod, then whine again when he leaves me empty.
He tears the condom open with his teeth, and I only get a fleeting glance of his thick cock as he slides it on. More lube is spread over his length, and I lift onto my knees and pull my panties aside.
I drop my body, lining us up and meeting his eyes before I bear down. We both groan as he slips inside me.
“Holy shit,“
he gasps as I take more of him, and my thighs tremble as I lower myself. He kisses me like he’s starved for it, and I work him deeper until I’m fully seated. The fabric of my skirt drags over my cock as I rise and drop back down, and even that tiny friction has me seeing stars.
“Dev,“
he groans, and pulls my face to his as I build a rhythm. His honey-brown eyes are locked on mine as we move in tandem, and he alternates between kissing me and ripping his mouth free to release the most helpless noises. His arms band around me so tightly his fingers pit my flesh, and as he thrusts up into me, it’s my turn to call out.
Everything is tight. Hot and wet. Slapping skin and tugged hair. Kisses that are frantic, and others that are sweet, and a stretch that lifts goosebumps on my limbs with every thrust.
I moan his name, and he moans right along with me.
“I’m not gonna last,“
he breathes as his hips move faster, losing their rhythm as his breath punches out of him. “Shit, I’m… I’m close.”
“Me too,“
I whisper, and he fights my skirt to get the fabric out of his way.
As soon as he grips my cock through my panties, I tense. His name leaves me again, and it only takes a few light rubs of his palm before all that tightness breaks free. Every muscle in my body wrings out as release makes me gasp, my cock hammering as bursts of heat flood my panties.
He curses under his breath at the feel of my cum-soaked underwear, and his fingernails dig into my back as he thrusts up and holds there. Low, helpless moans leave his throat as he comes into the catch of the condom, and I rock slowly on top of him until we both sag. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his pulse race behind his ribcage.
Aaron chuckles, and when I glance up at him, he’s grinning in the moonlight.
“What’s so funny?“
I ask, almost too relaxed to form words.
“I just realized we ended the day how we started it.”
“Oh?“
I murmur, and his smile spreads as he looks down at me. “How’s that?”
“Refusing to stop.”