I was probably supposed to sit back and let him take over, but I didn’t move. And when his hand slid over mine, we looked at each other and this time there was no hesitation.
Drew cupped his hand around my neck to draw me near and crashed his mouth over mine.
I hummed into the connection, loving the feel of his stubbled jaw and soft lips. Damn, he was a great kisser. I nipped his chin and licked him as I inched forward. He raked his fingers through my hair, licking the corner of my mouth. We moaned aloud when we parted our lips at the same time, breathing each other in. When Drew pushed his tongue inside, I groaned my approval and pulled him closer still.
We were all over each other in seconds flat. Every stroke and twist of his talented tongue made me want much more. We clutched at each other’s jackets, tilting our heads as we sucked greedily. Making out in the front seat of a Jeep wasn’t exactly easy for two big dudes wearing thick winter coats. I unzipped his jacket and snaked my hand inside in an effort to get to skin.
Drew jolted with a laugh. “Your hands are freezing.”
I rubbed them furiously and blew into my cupped palms, then tried again. “Better?”
He nodded, kissing me hungrily before pushing at my chest. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
He held my face in his hands and sucked my lower lip. “We’re in a parking lot, and it’s twenty degrees outside. This isn’t a good place to get hot and horny.”
“Too late. I’m already hot and horny.” I glanced through the crystalized hazy sheen of ice and flashed a wicked grin. “No one can see us. We’re in a corner of a dark lot. Even if someone walked up to us, they wouldn’t be able to see anything. The windows are fogged up.”
“Where are you going with this?” Drew whispered.
“Move your seat away from the steering wheel,” I ordered, reaching over to palm his denim-clad cock.
He hesitated. I fully expected him to tell me I was ridiculous, insane, or maybe even immature. But he obeyed. “Now what?”
“Unzip your jeans and pull your dick out.”
“Liam, we—”
“Do it.”
He licked his bottom lip, then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The slow tick of a metal zipper slowly parting and our heavy breathing set a seductive tone. It didn’t matter whether or not this was wise. The sexual tension was too thick to ignore. And dammit, so was my dick.
I undid my belt and zipper in record time. I kept my gaze locked on his, watching Drew grip his length through his open fly as he waited for me to catch up. I lifted my hips, hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my boxer briefs, and yanked them over my ass, freeing my cock in one swift motion.
“Holy shit,” he rasped.
“Your turn.”
I curled my fingers around my shaft and stroked myself languidly. The seat was cold as fuck against my bare ass. Any exposed skin surely was riddled with goose bumps. But this was a mind-over-matter moment. Any discomfort became a moot point when he lowered his jeans and briefs and pulled his cock out. We watched each other through hooded eyelids as though we were scrutinizing jack-off techniques. Drew held himself with a firm grip, twisting his wrist slightly in a maneuver I knew I’d approve of if his hands were on me. And yeah, I wanted my hands and, no—I wanted my mouth on him. I had to taste him.
I was kind of a big guy. Navigating the armrest to get to him wouldn’t be easy, but I was nothing if not determined. I hiked my knee under me, then leaned across, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss. I nibbled his bottom lip, inching away to gauge his expression.
“Maybe we should go to the back seat,” he moaned, upping the tempo as he jacked himself.
“No, I think I have just enough room to suck you. Can I?”
Drew shivered, nodding his permission. He unzipped his coat to make room for me, shoving his jeans farther so he could spread his thighs. He gasped when I wrapped my fingers at the base of his thick cock a moment later, licking precum from his tip and swallowing him whole.
I hadn’t sucked dick in a couple of years. I would have loved to savor the experience. Don’t get me wrong. I was a fan of quick and dirty too, but having Drew Hartley’s cock in my mouth felt like a big fucking deal. It was a big deal. But going slow wasn’t an option.
I bobbed my head up and down his pole, wedging my hand between his thighs as I worked him over. I fondled his balls, ticking off details along the way. He obviously manscaped. His balls were smooth. And his cock was long and thick, though I thought I might have been thicker. He liked it when I traced a path along the prominent vein on his shaft as I felt his balls, weighing each one before massaging the sensitive skin behind his sac.