Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Almost.
“Someone’s coming,” Tony gasped, cock pulsing harder in my fist.
“Likely you, soon.” I chuckled against his mouth. “And from the feel of it, you like playing dangerously.”
“Not that dangerously.” His actions said the opposite. Tremors racing through his body, he kept right on stroking me. His breath sped up, voice going choppy. “And anyone coming up here is likely driving around for the same reason as us. Right?”
“Right.” I glanced behind us long enough to see tail lights heading back down the narrow quarry road. “They turned around.”
“Good.” Tony sounded satisfied, but there was a note of something else there I couldn’t place. Arousal? I had to admit the idea of getting almost caught wasn’t without its appeal, the risk making me feel free and reckless and that much sexier.
“And now for my next trick…” Shifting my weight, I braced my left hand on the seat behind Tony’s head. I lined up our cocks, using my right hand to jack us together, taking care to ensure Tony could feel the friction of my foreskin dragging against his cockhead.
“Fucking hell, that’s good.” Tony tipped his head back, exposing his throat for me to nip and lick. I stroked us together, basking in how he seemed to luxuriate in the sensations, stretching into my touch. But as with kissing, he only had so much patience for allowing me to play. He placed a hand over mine. “Let me try.”
“More curiosity?”
“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled like he already knew the answer.
“It’s a very good thing.”
“Fuck.” His breath came in rapid pants as he took over jerking us. His grip was tighter, strokes a little faster, hands less familiar. I moaned, and he joined with a rough, broken noise. “This is too. So good.”
It didn’t take much before his strong grip had me on the edge. “I’m close.”
“Yeah?” He tipped his head to one side, considering as he licked his kiss-swollen lips. “Wish I could see better. God, you’re sexy. I wanna see you come.”
“How’s this?” Reaching up, I flipped on the dim dome light for the cab. Risky, especially if another car came by, but very possibly worth it. I winked down at him.
“Now who’s living dangerously?”
“Us.” I chortled, near-giddy levels of happiness achieved even without an impending orgasm. “Better hurry up and make me come.”
“Gladly.” He pulled me in for another kiss and another after that, each kiss melting into the next as he stroked our cocks with a perfect rhythm. He’d quickly caught on to the fun friction of my foreskin. Not quite docking, but he’d sure figured out how to maximize our pleasure. Our kissing turned more frantic, sloppy, my hands clutching at him, his free hand on my ass, urging me to move.
“There.” My loudest moan yet broke free from my throat. I never wanted this to end, yet I was powerless to stop the freight train of my orgasm. No brakes. No engineer. Just pure speed and sensation, right over the edge of the mountain. “There. Please. God. Yes.”
My speech was reduced to a breathless babble as my cock surged up into his fist, the first spurt almost painfully hard, followed quickly by a sharp pleasure that took long, glorious seconds to mellow out.
“You’re…spectacular. Fuck.” True to his word, Tony had watched me, but the second I grinned down at him, dopey, orgasmic bliss making me laugh, he resumed stroking, using my come as lube for several rough pulls. “Fuck. Caleb.”
If I’d had any doubts that I had a crush, the sound of my name on his lips as he came would have sealed the deal. He yanked me down for another kiss, this one sort of a thank you, an acknowledgment that we’d shared something…well, special sounded far more romantic than whatever this way. And intimate was far too formal a term. Magical. That was it.
Perhaps I’d been under a spell when I’d said yes to him because God knew magic infused every kiss and touch between us. This electrical pull we shared had to be some sort of dark wizardry.
“How about now?” I asked huskily. “Still got questions?”
He blinked, eyes still foggy with pleasure. “Dozens. Definitely not convinced I’m bi or pan or whatever.” His laugh said otherwise. “And absolutely still…curious. Gonna need to test a bunch more…options.”
I laughed along with him, then sobered. “We can’t.”
“I know.” But he didn’t let me return to my seat. Instead, he held me close so our heads rested together. “I know.”
We both knew all the reasons we absolutely positively couldn’t make this a repeat thing. We were coworkers. We already liked each other an alarming amount for one dude with no time for relationships and another determined to avoid them at all cost. We’d cracked open a box we both knew better than to mess with, but could either of us keep our hands to ourselves now that we knew exactly how good this could be?