I pressed my thumb against his jaw, encouraging him to turn and look at me. His eyes were wide, and I saw a touch of fear there.
“I won’t hurt you.” I said the words against his ear. “But I’m going to have more of you before you come.”
“Fuck.” The word was a tiny whisper.
He licked his lips, and it was all I could take. I slid my hand up to hold his head in place and kissed him as I drove myself as deep as I could, over and over.
Finally, I released him. He let his head drop down again as I took hold of his hips and fucked him without mercy. I needed him surrounding me. I wanted to take and take. I wanted to devour him. I wanted him to be mine.
That wasn’t an option. Just a fantasy. This was fun, right? That’s all it could be.
I was lying to myself. Something about Jacob had grabbed hold of me, and I wasn’t sure I could free myself from its grip.
“Please,” he begged. “I think… I think I can come like this… without… touching myself.”
I growled and slammed into him. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“I… Never… But with you…”
Jesus, Jacob was everything. I tilted his hips trying to position him so my cock would drag over his prostate.
When he cried out and braced himself against the door of the truck, I knew I’d hit my mark.
I tightened my grip on his hips and dragged him back so he wouldn’t hit his head. Once I knew I could keep him stationary, I let myself go. He gasped and writhed. His ass squeezed my cock as he cried out. “Fuck… This is… Oh my God.”
I reached under him and grasped his cock as he pumped out his release. I needed to feel those pulses and the sticky fluid. I didn’t even care that he was making a mess of my back seat. Nothing mattered except knowing he’d come for me and was still working his hips, trying to push back for more, and I had more to give him.
Jacob rested his head on his folded arms, whimpering as I fucked him even harder than I had before. I was so close. Part of me wanted to make this last forever, to see if I could make him come again, but my need for release was too strong to resist. I thrust into him one last time and groaned as my orgasm nearly made me black out.
When I was utterly drained, I fought the urge to let my full weight rest on Jacob.
Normally after sex, I’d pull out, clean up to the extent I could, and tell my hookup goodbye. With Jacob, I wanted to linger. Why? What the hell was there to say? I didn’t even know what I was doing next, where I was going. I sure as hell wasn’t staying there in Houston.
You know you’re going to take the job X offered you.
Dammit. I was, but Jacob wasn’t coming with me to work at a safehouse for fucking criminals.
He deserved better than that.
He blinked a few times, then focused on me. “That was… I’ve never…”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
I wanted to kiss him again, but that would be stupid. This was over. Done. He was going back to work, and I was going back to the shitty motel where I was staying.
Or you could wait until his shift ends and take him back there with you.
Jacob licked his lips and looked away.
I wanted to take him with me, to have him again, to show him everything I could do, but he couldn’t be part of my future.
I pulled out, and he gasped. “Fuck. I’m going to be sore.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “I would say I’m sorry, but…”
“You’re not.” He shifted around until he was half sitting and wiggled back into his jeans. “How long have we been out here?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t time it.”