Moments after he tapped his card against it, the door opened into a wet room with red walls and a small dry space at the front, shielded from falling water with a divider. The air was still damp after someone else’s wash and smelled of mint, but before Dex could have said something, Hammer pushed him against the wall and pressed their bodies together.
This was when relief truly flooded Dex’s heart. Hammer’s presence offered all the peace he needed, and his masculine scent enveloped Dex like a cocoon, leaving no space for fear or doubt. “Oh fuck… I missed you,” Dex whispered, finding it hard to believe that they’d been breakfasting with Cora just the day before. Life was dashing forward at breakneck speed, and time seemed unwilling to catch up, tagging along like an old man set in his ways.
Hammer blew hot breath onto his nape and placed both hands on Dex’s hips before moving them up with a delicious amount of pressure that made Dex’s skin feel as if his hair follicles were about to start singing. “I know. You’re a good boy,” Hammer whispered and squeezed Dex’s pecs so hard it made Dex rise to his toes.
He could cry from the relief of knowing Hammer at least noticed his efforts to avoid being a disappointment. Because he always tried, no matter how the results might look to Frank and everyone else. He’d never been the kind of person who easily controlled their impulses, but since right now they pointed him to Hammer’s dick, there was no reason to resist.
They’d had such a delicious fuckfest during the orgy at Cora’s, and it had kind of never stopped after the party was over. Dex had been eaten up by worries that Hammer might change the way he acted toward him once they were back on familiar soil, but those gloved hands weren’t holding anything back. Dex arched against Hammer at their cool touch.
He could sense strength in every inch of the hard body touching his, and when one of the hands moved to his throat, he held his breath, ready for the rush that always came with losing access to air. But instead of squeezing, it reached his jaw and forced him to look back. Breathless, Dex wasn’t ready for Hammer’s mouth meeting his, but when cold lips and hot tongues connected, it felt as amazing as their first kiss.
Dex wasn’t sure what any of what they did with each other meant to Hammer, but the man had said that Dex deserved more than scraps of attention thrown his way. Whenever Dex remembered that moment, it made him feel special. As if he wasn’t just a convenient fuck to fool around with, rewarded with a prospect vest for good behavior, but a person Hammer cared for.
Dex shivered when he tasted tobacco on the warm tongue breaching his lips to tease every inch of his gums. When he tried to arch for more, Hammer toyed with him by holding him in place by the neck. But when he dove in, giving Dex what he wanted and needed, it very clearly meantsomething, unlike so many kisses in Dex’s life. But what? That he couldn’t yet decipher.
Pressed against the wall and unable to breathe freely, he was starting to feel fuzzy but wouldn’t dream of chasing Hammer’s tongue out of his mouth as it explored, becoming more daring with each passing second. It was like drinking from a never ending bottle of wine, and Dex was ready for new levels of intoxication.
He slipped his own hand to the one squeezing his pec and held it with a happy grunt.Thiswas where he wanted to be—trapped by Hammer—even if the scenery was a truck stop shower room with a cracked, steamed up mirror. For as long as Hammer wanted him, the vapor hanging in the air might as well be clouds in heaven. At the end of the day, he was both Hammer’s slutty hole and his little spoon, and wanted him in any and all ways.
Hammer’s mouth left Dex’s with a low growl, before descending to his neck where teeth closed on vulnerable flesh in a surprising bite. But just as Dex’s temperature started to soar, Hammer spun him around and bit the side of his pec through the thin T-shirt.
Dex gasped in surprise, but wouldn’t object. He loved Hammer manhandling him, doing whatever he wished, and it only took half a thought to realize he was both drunk on Hammer’s lips and hard. Even his freezing limbs were heating up fast.
“Do whatever you want with me,” he whispered, eager to please.
Hammer’s eyes went dark until they were reminiscent of the depths of the ocean, far beyond the reach of light. “Oh, don’t tempt me. We are still gonna have to walk around the store to get you a jacket after this,” he whispered, twisting Dex’s nipple through the T-shirt while leaning in with a predatory smile.
Dex gave him a kiss as butterflies soared in his stomach. So many times he’d wanted to kiss Hammer yet didn’t, too wary of spooking a man who’d only started experimenting with his sexuality. But after that orgy, Hammer had become so confident in the way he approached Dex. He called the shots, and did what he wanted. Dex was more than happy to follow a guy with an attitude like that.
He shrugged with a grin. “Just get me crutches. I need tofeelyou.”
“Oh, you will feel me all right,” Hammer muttered with a wide grin and lapped at Dex’s thirsty mouth before moving on to his cheek in a snake-like motion, as if he were drawing something. “And if you don’t stop being so tempting, I’ll even write on your face what a needy slut you are,” he said and snuck his hand under Dex’s top.
The touch of leather against his bare skin set it on fire. Dex wanted to be marked, to forget the world outside this shower room existed. He returned the touch by sliding his hands up Hammer’s sides. “You can’t blame me for wanting your dick when you’re this hot. You can always write on me with cum.”
He glanced into the handsome face above. The scar at Hammer’s mouth gave his features character and made him look more dangerous, which appealed to Dex’s most primal desires. Here was a man who not only knew what he wanted and how to get it, but who would also fight to the death to keep that thing. To keepDex.
He knew he’d said the magic words when Hammer squeezed his sides and tugged on Dex, wordlessly demanding for him to kneel. “Then make my dick wet, Prospect.”.
Dex’s skull steamed up with lust, and he went down without question. He ignored the pain in his arm to get Hammer’s belt open faster.Prospect. “Call me that again,” he begged as he unzipped Hammer’s jeans and pulled them down just enough to reveal the tool that made him mewl with desire. There was no better dick anywhere on the fucking planet.
He shivered when the musky scent of it reached his nose, and watched it, entranced like he had been the first time. Its size, shape, texture, and even the coarse dark hair around it were perfection, and put Dex’s mind on a single track. He leaned in to lick the tip, and as its flavor spread over his tongue, a happy groan came from the depth of his throat. Sure, so maybe he’d sucked Hammer off at Cora’s before they’d left to go shopping yesterday, but that time now felt like a lifetime ago, and he needed another hit.
Hammer smirked and pulled at Dex’s hair while pushing his hips forward to rub the desire-scented denim against Dex’s face. Oh, Hammer was already hard and waiting to shove himself into Dex’s willing mouth hole.
“I’m gonna wreck you, Prospect. Get me ready.”
Dex’s ass was definitely ready, because just hearing those words made it twitch in anticipation of touch. Hammer was the best fuck he’d ever had. He’d learned how to push Dex’s buttons so very fast, and that included the one inside Dex.
Quite unusual for someone who’d so far only slept with women.
“Is that my prospect duty? Being your cum hole?” Dex teased and looked up with glee as he sucked in the cockhead of the glorious man towering over him. He could imagine being Hammer’s daily pit stop before work. A shiver ran down his spine when he inhaled the intense scent of warmth and arousal mixed with a hint of the soap Hammer must have used before visiting the junkyard.
Dex was greedy for his own pleasure as any other guy, but getting to touch and tease the man he desired was not any different from getting closer to coming. When he had a dick in his mouth and looked up to see bliss painted on his lover’s face, pride made his balls throb. And when his lover was as stunning as Hammer, he could totally get off on just giving him a BJ. He loved to stroke Hammer’s muscular thighs, his stomach, watch his pecs rise and fall, and then eventually, to watch that tense expression Hammer made when he came. It was the single most erotic image Dex had ever seen and wished to cause it over and over.
“Would you like it to be?” Hammer whispered, standing over him like a beautiful giant worthy of every pleasure, compliment, and honor, yet who’d chosen Dex as his mate. He dropped the leather gloves and placed his warm hand on top of Dex’s head, rubbing it as if he were encouraging a puppy.
“Yes. I want you to know my body is always available to you,” Dex said, lightheaded at the notion of Hammer using him whenever he got horny. Mid-movie, while driving, as he ate dinner, or over the washing machine as he waited for that last spin cycle to end.