Chapter 20
Beau
Milo is screaming, his eyes glued shut, and his hands have the "oh shit" handle locked in an iron grip. He looks so damn scared. The wind is rushing through the crack in the windshield and blowing through his blond curls. His cheeks are flushed a dark pink from the chill, and maybe from fear, and his mouth is dropped open in a wide grimace. I don’t want this to be the last time I see him. I don’t want this to be the last way I see him.
A lot of thoughts run through my head, scary thoughts and big declarations that I’m nowhere near ready to admit to even myself, let alone the man next to me. So I try to tuck those back into my brain before they somehow make it out of my mouth and into the open space between us.
We’re careening down a short hill when the brakes suddenly decide to start listening to me, and we stop at the very bottom. We don’t crash into anything. We simply stop.
Milo is still screaming. Maybe I’m screaming too? I don’t know anymore what’s going on. All I know is that heat is flowing through my veins, and I feel both terrified and also incredibly alive.
The screaming melts into the rush of the cold wind.
We’ve both quieted, the cab full of our heated breaths. We both are just staring ahead, not really looking at anything, but feeling everything. I know he feels it too. He has to. How could he not?
Even though the windows are cracked and it’s a brisk night, I feel nothing but heat coursing through my limbs. Every inch of my skin feels electrified, and I want to zap him with my touch.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper, but in the quiet night air, I know he can hear me. I’ve rolled the windows up slowly and locked the doors. My adrenaline is pumping furiously, coursing through my veins. My breathing is heavy. In and out, breathe, breathe.
The windows slowly fog with each heated breath.
Fuck.
Looking at Milo…
The way he looks just sitting there, breathing every bit as hard as I am, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple… I watch that drop of sweat with fervent hunger. He swallows, audibly gulping, and my eyes flick to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs.
I want to bite it and then lick the marks.
I want him.
I want him now.
His eyes meet mine. In the fogged-up cab, with our hearts still racing from the crash, there’s no space left for doubt. Only want.
There’s a loud click, and then my seatbelt flies free and I lunge across the truck cab, our mouths crashing together. His hand snakes around my head, holding our faces together as his tongue plunders my mouth. We explore each other, hands mapping out our bodies.
His hand gropes my chest, tweaking my nipple through the flannel. He gives the piercings a gentle tug. I cry out.
Fuck, these clothes have got to go. Now.
I begin pulling at his shirt, yanking it up and away from his body.
He recognizes what I’m doing and begins to help me, pulling it over his head and tossing it into the back seat.
My own shirt I rip open, the buttons flying all over the console and the dash, but fuck it if I care.
When his hands finally press against my bare chest, flesh against heated flesh, I practically growl my approval.
The pants are another story. I push off him, back to my own seat, and begin furiously unbuckling and pulling down my pants. I motion with my head that he better start doing the same. In my mind, I imagine ripping them from his body, and my cock twitches at the thought.
Fuck, I’m so turned on thinking about this man.
Once we’re both entirely undressed, I jump back into action. The center console, thank goodness, is pushed out of the way, and I pull Milo with me back to my seat. Pushing the seat back as far as it’ll go, he straddles my lap.
“Is this okay?” I ask, gripping his ass and rubbing him against my swollen length.
He nods his approval, and I groan. “Fuck, baby girl, I’ve been wanting to do this all night.
I’ve wanted you all night.” I moan into his ear.
I rifle through the door-side compartment and pull out a small packet of lube. Milo raises a brow at me.
“Were you expecting this?”
“I’m a regular boy scout, baby, always prepared.” I wink at him, before pulling his face back down to mine to meet in a searing kiss. He laughs against my lips, and I smile back, pressing our joy together.
I like laughing with him. I like making him laugh. I like this, us, more than I should.
I lube up my finger before running it through his crease until I find his slutty little hole.
“Is this pretty pussy hungry, baby girl? It wants to gobble up a big fat cock, huh?” My finger runs tight circles around and around his hole before pushing against the ring of muscle.
He mewls at the sudden and delicious pressure.
I know he loves it, the pressure, the sting, so I push until it pops into him.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he whines.
My finger moves in and out of him, fucking him open. Passing over his prostate and making that pretty boy sing for me. Both of our cocks are at full attention between us, weeping and begging for any kind of touch.
I press another finger against his entrance. “Okay?” I ask. He nods, and I push into him, his whine answering the stretch.
“Ride my fingers, baby, take what you need from me.” I whisper the words, my voice hoarse with desire.
He begins to bounce on my fingers, and my cock loves the view.
It’s weeping so much there’s a pool of precome on my belly.
I cannot wait for him to slide that delicious hole down my dick and bounce like that on it.
“I need your dick,” he begs so beautifully, and fuck, I immediately want to comply.
“One more finger, baby girl,” I concede, a little desperate myself. “You need to be all stretched out so you can take my cock.”
I push said finger into him, and he howls, grinding his hips back and forth, pressing my fingers against his swollen prostate over and over.
“Please, baby.” His begging, fuuuuck… Yes, it does it for me. I’m about to shoot my load all over myself just from listening to his pretty words. “Please, please fuck my pussy.”
“We don’t have condoms, sweetheart,” I tell him, and his eyes fall open. He looks at me with fire in his eyes.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” he says hurriedly. “My last test results were negative.”
“Mine were too.” I pull him in for a kiss.
I pull my fingers free and whip out another packet of lube. He laughs, the sound loud and free, because this time I pull it from the door handle. What can I say, I really am always prepared. Lubing up my cock, I line it up with his welcoming entrance.
As I push in, my head knocks back against the headrest, and I let out a fervent moan.
Fuck, he feels like sliding home.
“This okay?” I ask, pushing in inch by inch. He nods and mewls, happy little sounds pouring out of him.
I’m buried balls deep in no time, and he squeezes around me.
“Fuck, baby girl, give me a second before you do that. I don’t think I’m going to last.” He responds by squeezing again, the little shit. “Baby, I swear, this will be a lot less fun if I blow my load in point two seconds.”
He chuckles. Such a little shit. A brat if there ever was one.
Finally, finally, I’m able to start moving.
I give my hips an experimental pump, thrusting up into him, and he throws his head back and groans.
I bite my tongue, smiling at him as he starts to bounce.
His cock bounces and slaps against his stomach with each bounce.
His hands find my thighs, and he bounces harder, riding me like I’ve never been ridden before.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride ’em.” I whoop loudly, and he throws his head back and laughs, bouncing harder, faster. He looks so beautiful like this, so free. A lovely flush spreads up his chest and across his face. His freckles stand out like beacons in the pinkening skin.
My hands find his hips, and I maneuver his body from bouncing to a steady grind. He whimpers as his ass moves steadily back and forth against my hips. I let out what sounds suspiciously like a growl into his ear, and he shudders.
I’m so dangerously close to the edge already, the adrenaline pumping viciously through my veins, this sexy man bouncing on my cock…
“Milo, sweetheart, I’m right fucking there. You gotta slow down.”
“No,” the little brat counters. “I’m right there too. Fuck, please, literally just breathe on my cock and I’ll come” my pretty brat demands of me.
“That’s right, baby girl. Of course you’re right there.
My little come-hungry slut is so ready for release, isn’t he?
” He whines in response, staring down at me, flushed all over, and his cock leaking precome so much that, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he already came.
His balls are drawn up, and I know he’s right.
All I have to do is look at his bouncing dick and it’ll go off.
My fingers wrap roughly around his dick and give two experimental pumps, and sure enough, he screams, ropes of come shooting all over my chest and face. I let out a surprised burst of laughter as I’m covered in his release. A loud gasp, almost.
His orgasm causes my own to shoot off as his tight hole begins milking me for every last drop.
The thought of my seed filling his hole does something deep to me, my chest swelling a little at the thought of stuffing him full and making him keep it in there. I wish I had a plug with us.
A truly prepared scout.
I’m storing that away as a thought I should maybe keep to myself.
I want to own him. In every way.
A flush that I’m hoping I can just write off as the exertion of sex spreads across my face, but I know it’s so much more than that. Fuck, I want to mark this man in every way possible. I want him to be marked as mine.
I want him, I want him, I want him.
Milo, unaware of my internal turmoil, crashes down on top of me, my softening cock still stuffed in his ass.
His chest is pressed against my own, his hard nipples rubbing against my pierced ones.
“Fuck, you were amazing,” he says, and I swell with pride. Car sex is no easy feat. Anal car sex at that. It did feel incredible for me. I’m just glad it was as good for him.
He kind of flops off me, sliding into the passenger seat lazily. I let out a tiny whine at the thought of my come sliding down his thighs. I want to push it back up into him.
I want him well bred, stuffed full of my seed, dripping and desperate.
I reach down and slide my pants back up, not bothering with my shirt. Milo does the same.
Do we talk about it?
I pull us back onto the road, and we’re sitting in amicable silence for quite a few minutes.
Right when I’m about to give up on us talking, Milo takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly.
“So that was…” He pauses, collecting his thoughts. I wish I could see the expression on his face. “That was good, right?” He sounds almost shy about it, as if he’s scared of my answer.
“It was so good, baby,” I say, ready to reassure him, but he cuts me off.
“No, not the sex. The sex was great, obviously, but … we … we're good?” he asks, kind of slowly. I’m not entirely sure what he’s asking, what he needs from me right now for assurance.
Does he mean…
Are we…?
We pull to a stop at a red light, and I look over at him. I watch his eyes as he watches mine, reflected in a pool of red until that light flashes to green. It’s only then that I know exactly what he means.
And I have to wonder that myself. Are we good, the two of us together?
What are we becoming?