Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
TAI
Ididn’t think he’d actually fucking do it, but Hawke pushing his tongue into my mouth has stolen every expectation I’ve ever had. I grip his shirt tighter, worried he’s going to come to his senses, when now that this has started, I don’t ever want it to end.
All I’d wanted was to be friends again.
This is an exciting development.
His hands are tangled in my hair, and I reach down to palm those godforsaken glutes of his. I’ve tried to be respectful. I’ve tried to keep everything light and friendly and steer us in a direction where we might still talk once he leaves.
But when his teeth catch my bottom lip, all I can think is fuck platonic.
My moan sounds filthy as he slowly lets my lip slide from between his teeth.
“I never expected to tick off a high school fantasy on this trip.”
I chuckle, deep in my chest, and squeeze his ass until his body plasters against mine. “Maybe I should have tried making you jealous back then.”
“Maybe.” His lips find my jaw. “But aren’t you the one always warning against what-ifs?”
Him listening to my ridiculous rambling makes me smile. “True.” He kisses his way down my throat, distracting me as the nerves there come alive. “Besides, this is already much, much better.”
“Not yet, it’s not.”
The promise in his tone goes straight to my dick.
I might never have had fantasies about him back then, but I think it was less because of him and more because I was so far in denial.
Hawke is the sexiest man I know, and if I weren’t so determined to have him in my life again, I would have been the one to instigate this sooner or later.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to.
But we are in a very public parking lot. The car is around the side of the building, away from the front doors and the floodlights, and opposite us are dense woods. From here, with the car between us and the building, I don’t think anyone would be able to see us, but it’s hard to know.
Do I want this enough to risk being caught?
Undoubtedly.
Do I want this enough to risk Hawke being caught and publicly outed?
I check over my shoulder again as his hands slip down my sides, and even though we’re similar sizes, he feels so huge and overpowering.
“Hawke …” I need to point out how exposed we are here. “I don’t think—”
Before I can finish what I’m going to say, he grabs my thigh, hitches it over his hip, and brings our cocks together.
“Oh, damn.”
His thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, and I melt.
“You don’t think,” he rasps. “You don’t speak. You don’t do. You just stand there and let me take care of you.”
My spine loses all consistency, and I swear he’s the only thing holding me upright. I’m so fucking horny, still have a tiny buzz, and I suck on his thumb like my life depends on it until he pulls it from my mouth and replaces it with his lips.
Hawke presses a long, slow kiss against my mouth as he rocks against me. There’s nothing like having a man’s body flush against mine, his hard chest, hard cock, and strong, demanding hands. The soft way he breaks the kiss and tilts my chin up with one finger beneath it.
“I’m going to suck your cock now.”
All the air rushes from my lungs. “Okay.”
“And you’ll never think about Trevor fucking Albarran again.”
The growl in Hawke’s voice is so sexy, I don’t think I can take any more. I don’t know how, after all this time, I can need him as much now as I did back then, but I’ll never deny that the jealousy is hot. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and somehow, this is the most intense hookup I’ve ever had.
Hawke drops to his knees and confidently pops the button on my shorts before tugging the fly down in one go. I can’t believe this is going to happen. I’m almost in whiplash how we got here, but after the closeness and the flirting all afternoon, I fucking need this.
I tilt myself closer to him, but with his stare gleaming in the darkness, Hawke sets one hand on my hip and pins me against the car.
“Stay.”
Stay?
Fuck, why does that one command make me want to bark like a damn dog? He’s still watching me as he reaches in and pulls out my cock.
My eyes fight to close because there’s something about Hawke’s tousled hair and nose ring, combined with his calloused hand wrapped around my dick, that’s too much to witness and feel at the same time.
I want to thrust into his grip, but I do as he said and keep still. It’s painful. My muscles are locked under the pressure, and Hawke doesn’t take pity on me when all he does is give my dick a squeeze.
“I swear I’m having an out-of-body experience,” he says.
Split-second panic shoots through me. “Do you want to stop?”
Hawke chuckles. “No.” Then he flattens his tongue and runs it over my tip.
My dick is in ecstasy, and it only deepens as Hawke teases me. The licking, the moans, the way his hand keeps tightening around me like he’s getting swept up in the moment, too, is a huge turn-on.
I love being with men. I love the scrape of facial hair on my thighs, the strong, greedy hands, and the deep, masculine groans.
Mostly, I love that I’ve reached an age where sex is about fun and getting off, and there are no games, no fucking around.
Just equal need on both sides and no shame about taking what we want.
It’s exactly like that with Hawke.
Except there’s something else there. Something simmering under the surface of lust, the slow boil of it overheating me and threatening to bubble over and drown me in it.
I’ve never had a path from my cock to my gut to my head entrench so deeply, but then, I’ve never had sex with anyone who meant as much to me as Hawke once did.
His intense eye contact reaches the point I can’t handle anymore. My eyes squeeze closed, cutting off the sight of Hawke’s tongue stroking my shaft, but it only makes the feeling of every movement heightened.
Especially when he spreads his lips and sucks me inside.
For a second, I’m frustrated that I didn’t wait long enough to see it, but then he’s sucking on me. Wet, slow, the perfect amount of pressure.
I’m not going to survive tonight.
It’s not possible.
I’m so fucking hard and overstimulated that as Hawke sinks deeper, I actually question whether this hookup will be any better than if we’d taken this step in college. Normally, I have no issues lasting, but with Jensen fucking Hawke’s mouth on me, I’m fighting for my damn life.
I lean back onto my car, head tilted to the sky, chest struggling against the need for oxygen and how he’s making me forget to do anything that isn’t directly related to coming.
His hand is still a firm weight on my hip, and while I could probably fight him, being pinned is amplifying the experience in a way I’d never have guessed. Hawke is taking control.
Holy fuck, I love it.
He swallows me all the way into his throat, and I choke on goddamn air. Then he pulls off, free hand using the spit to stroke me, and I can feel his eyes on me. Can feel him watching and waiting for me to look. And so, even though my thighs are trembling, I give him what he wants.
That dick-to-head trail deepens, and for a second, all we do is stare and catch our breath.
Then Hawke speaks.
“I’m about to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”
My cheeks get so hot, I’m regretting that we aren’t naked.
“Then I want you to get on your knees for me.”
I give in to the urge to run my hand through his curls. “Anything you want.”
The expression that takes over his face can only be described as evil. This time, I watch as he stretches his wide jaw, muscles popping on either side, and my dick disappears into his mouth. There’s no hesitation, and he holds eye contact until he can’t anymore.
Hawke gives my hip a warning squeeze before he finally lets go and reaches between my legs to cup my balls. I shift my legs wider, fight desperately against the urge to thrust, and use every last bit of strength I have in me to hold back my orgasm.
The lusty need in my balls is building, the tip of my cock keeps nudging into his throat, and he’s stroking and sucking me like this could be the last time, and I feel it too.
That urgency to indulge before the buzz wears off and we’re reminded that this isn’t a good idea.
Things are already messy and complicated, and Hawke’s going through an enormous change in his life.
I know that he needs this release, and it’s probably a product of being horny and stressed, but I don’t care.
I’ll give him what he needs. I’ll be here for him. When it comes to Hawke, it’s not even an active choice, because he’s barely stepped foot back in town, and I’m already falling back into that place where nothing else exists outside of us.
I don’t even try to save myself.
Not when it feels this fucking amazing.
His lips pass over me, and with every bob of his head, I sink further into bliss.
I let Hawke consume me. His fingers brushing that sensitive spot behind my balls, his tongue stroking the underside of my cock, the feral little grunts he keeps letting out that tell me how much he’s enjoying this as well.
God, I want to move so badly, but there’s something intoxicating about staying still in the way he wants me to. In letting him do all the work to make me come.
I can’t make up my mind whether I want to watch, and my gaze keeps darting between his shadowy form, the trees across from us, and the backs of my eyelids.
I’m so damn close. He’s pulling my orgasm from me like he’s trying to tempt a wild animal into submission. His lips are demonic. He’s not giving me a moment’s rest.
I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked my shirt through with sweat, even as the night air bites at my flushed skin, and my fingers find Hawke’s hair again. I tighten my grip and loosen it, trying to stay anchored, feeling like I might float away instead.
The gut-deep tension is spreading outward, and my balls tighten in his hand. Every time Hawke buries his nose into my pubes, his scruff scrapes my thighs in the way I love, and I’m so fucking overstimulated, I quit fighting it.
Hawke working me over seeps so deeply through my cock that I can feel it down to my bones. My high is building, simmering right beneath the surface, flooding my body with tension.
I cover my face with both hands, wanting to claw at my skin, desperate to take control and loving the way I can’t. My balls are throbbing, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck …” It’s half moan, half beg, but I finally get what I need.
My balls release, tension shuddering from my limbs as I spill into Hawke’s mouth and feel the way it works around me as he swallows me down.
Each pulse of my orgasm feels like it goes on forever until the happy fuzz takes over my brain, and I sag against the car.
I can barely catch my breath, barely believe that just happened, but I’m smiling toward the stars and wanting to drift in this moment for a while longer.
Hawke stands, body pressed possessively against mine as he works open his fly.
“And now it’s my turn.”