Chapter 30
LOCK STEP
Taylor
Johnny let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. “We’re only ten minutes out. I’m going as fast as I can.”
Taylor tipped his head back, letting out a sound that made his throat sting. He slouched, rocking his hips forwards so his trouser seam rubbed along the length of his dick. The jeans really did leave nothing to the imagination, and he could see Johnny looking at him from the corner of his eye.
“Tay,” he growled, low, like a warning. “Stop that.”
Taylor bit his lip, manoeuvring his hips so his cock pressed along the inside of his thigh. He gave it a little squeeze, trying to find some relief, but his fingers moved of their own accord as they stroked over the bulge of his knot.
Oh, that felt good. That felt right, and he couldn’t help moaning as he did it some more. “Sorry,” he said breathily, resting his cheek against the cool window. “But you’ve been driving me crazy all night and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Johnny made a strangled sound, hands cracking the leather of the steering wheel as his pheromones filled the car. Taylor sighed, popping open the top button of his jeans and pulling them halfway down his thighs.
Fuck, his knot was swollen, pulsing harder than it ever had before. He half closed his eyes, heat pooling in his belly as he slowly stroked the length of his cock. “Ah, fuck,” he whispered, swallowing hard as he swirled his thumb through the wetness at the tip.
“You’re going to get us locked up,” Johnny said, his voice unsteady.
“So do something about it,” he replied through gritted teeth.
Johnny let out a breathy laugh, one of his hands sliding from the steering wheel to hover over Taylor’s stomach. He left it suspended for a moment, as though considering his next move.
“JP,” Taylor growled, gripping his cock harder. “Do something.”
Johnny swallowed loudly before pressing his palm to Taylor’s pubic hair, stroking two fingers either side of his knot. Taylor’s eyes rolled shut, his mouth tipping open as Johnny massaged his knot and balls.
“A-ah,” he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth, chasing the pressure of Johnny’s hand. He reached back to grip the headrest, propping a foot on the dashboard.
“You’re gonna make me crash.”
Taylor keened, pulling back his foreskin to expose his head to the cool air of the blowers. “You’re the one that won’t pull over.”
The car suddenly shuddered before lurching to a stop, and as Taylor opened his eyes he realised they’d pulled off the main road and were somewhere between a tall hedge and a very dark field. Taylor’s eyes went wide as he watched Johnny turn off the car along with all the internal lights.
He growled, ripping off his seat belt and leaning across the gap to shove his mouth onto Taylor’s. “Get in the back,” he snarled, their fangs cracking together.
Taylor pushed against his mouth, just as hard and twice as hungry as Johnny tore at the seat belt and flung it back. The metal buckle cracked against the window like a gunshot.
“I said, get in the fucking back, Tay.”
Taylor flung open the car door, jeans halfway down as he lunged towards the handle. The cool air hit his clammy skin, but it did nothing to dull the inferno rising in his belly.
Johnny was already there, pulling Taylor over the seats. They tussled for a few seconds, hands and mouths ripping at each other’s clothes, elbows and knees knocking against the front seats until Johnny had Taylor pinned on his stomach.
The car filled with the sounds of breathy grunts as Taylor rutted against the seat, the musty fabric pressing against his nose. He reached back, blindly trying to rip at Johnny’s leather belt, only to feel it cracking around his knuckles.
“Bastard,” he growled, saliva bursting around his fangs at the sound of Johnny’s zip pulling down. There was pressure between his shoulder blades, then Johnny’s mouth was at his neck, and suddenly the world burst into a kaleidoscope of colours and pain as Johnny bit his scent gland.
Oh God, he was biting him. Fucking biting him like Taylor had done so, so many times.
Taylor gasped, his cries smothered by the seat as Johnny pushed his head down and crushed him beneath his weight. His cock and balls lay heavily across Taylor’s lower back—a threat or a promise, Taylor couldn’t tell as the alpha part of his brain kicked into gear and he started to thrash.
Johnny held on, his jaws like a vice as he pressed him down until all Taylor could do was pant and writhe. Johnny’s fangs eased off, and he snarled against Taylor’s saliva-soaked skin. “Turn over,” he growled, barely giving Taylor any space to drag himself onto his back.
Johnny was a mess, his tight curls loosening against his sweaty forehead. “When we get home,” he growled, driving his fingers between Taylor’s legs. “This cock and this hole are mine.”
Saliva dribbled down Taylor’s chin, his cock bucking and leaving a string of pre-come across his belly. “What if I… what if I can’t wait until we get home?” he groaned.
Johnny chuckled darkly. “Perhaps if you hadn’t made yourself a virgin I’d have considered fucking you in the car.”
Taylor’s mouth pulled into a savage grin. “I thought you’d been training me. I can take it, John-Paul. You ain’t that big.”
That was a lie, a filthy, rotten lie, and Johnny pumped his long cock across Taylor’s stomach with one eyebrow raised. “What did you say?”
“I said, you ain’t—”
Taylor barely registered the buttons popping off his shirt, or the way Johnny twisted the fabric in his fist to pull Taylor up.
All he felt was the seat hitting his back and the centre console pushing his legs apart as Johnny straddled his hips and worked his own trousers off until they lay in a pile in the footwell.
He looked Taylor dead in the face, eyes so dark it was making him fucking ravenous.
“I could, you know,” Johnny growled. “Get you all knotted up.”
Johnny pressed his mouth against Taylor’s ear, taking both their cocks and working them with his hand. He dragged his mouth down Taylor’s neck, biting him again before leaning back.
“But I promised myself that your first time would be at home. Safe, in one of our beds.”
Taylor let out a frustrated sound. “JP, please, I won’t—”
“At home,” Johnny said, grinding his hips forward. “In one of our beds. That’s what I have planned for you.”
Taylor keened, reaching round to squeeze Johnny’s arse cheeks. “W-well, then. What about you?”
Johnny smirked, leaning back and clicking the compartment in the centre console open. Taylor tipped forwards, lapping at the sweat that gathered between Johnny’s collarbones.
“Open your hand,” Johnny panted, pushing Taylor back against the seat. Taylor did, smiling darkly when Johnny poured lube into his palm. “Slick yourself up, get plenty on your knot. Then me.”
“Came prepared, huh?” Taylor said.
Johnny hummed, reaching back to slide his fingers into his own crease. “One of us had to.”
Taylor’s whole body shuddered as he spread the lube up and down his dick, the heat of Johnny’s body making it difficult to concentrate. There was barely any space in the car, and when Johnny tipped forwards to get a better angle, his head hit the roof and their cocks rubbed over one another.
Grunting, Taylor gripped them, squeezing and stroking their knots as Johnny curled around him.
“Hurry up,” Johnny whispered, nipping his earlobe. “Fuck me before I end up knotting you instead.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” Johnny hissed, grabbing Taylor’s hand and guiding it to his entrance. He pressed Taylor’s fingers, pushing them inside and rocking his hips as he slowly stretched himself open.
“Do it now,” Johnny panted, pulling the back of Taylor’s hair, exposing his throat.
Taylor had done this a hundred times before, fucked a tight wet hole until the other person screamed, but now… now it was Johnny, and he was on top of him with Taylor’s cock butted up against his entrance, pushing in, stretching him open, and oh shit he was warm, so warm and safe and right.
Taylor wrapped his arms around Johnny’s whole body, pulling him in and holding him tight as they sat locked together in the back of Taylor’s shitty car. He hadn’t even realised he was salivating that badly until Johnny started moving and there was wet on his collar.
Taylor’s instincts were all over the place, his wolf not knowing whether to fight or submit, and it wasn’t until Johnny bit him again that his body kicked into gear and started moving. Short, shallow thrusts, not too deep, nothing that could hurt Johnny or make him—
“Tay,” Johnny whispered, breathing hard against his ear. “Stop thinking and fuck me.”
He tugged on Taylor’s wrist, dragging his hand over his arse and pressing his fingers to the place they were joined. Taylor’s breath came out in ragged bursts, his teeth clenching as he felt his wolf stalking around the edges of his consciousness.
Mate. Mate. Mate, it was saying. Knot, knot, knot.
“Tay,” Johnny said again, gripping Taylor’s chin. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”
“What if I hurt you?” he replied, eyes wet as he nuzzled into Johnny’s neck. “What if I… what if I bite your scent gland again?”
Johnny let out a low chuckle. “Then this time I’ll bite you back.”
“But the… It would… form a mating bond.”
Johnny smiled, his teeth the only bright thing in the dark. “No shit,” he whispered, before gripping Taylor’s neck and sinking his teeth in deep.
Taylor threw his head back, his hands coming up to grip Johnny’s hips as heat engulfed him all the way down to his knot. Johnny let out a low groan, rocking his head and flaying open Taylor’s scent gland with his fangs.
It was all just feral grunts and wet slaps as Taylor fucked up into Johnny’s body, his knot pulsing and contracting every time it hit his rim. He could feel it with every thrust, swelling more than it ever had during a rut, and soon it was slipping and catching on Johnny’s entrance with every pass.