Heath tangled his fingers in the front of my shirt, tugging like he was desperate to pull me a little bit closer.
I broke the kiss, and Heath whined in complaint. I laughed gently against his cheek. “Want more, baby?”
“God, yes.” He tugged at my shirt again.
“Get into the backseat,” I said with a nod of my head.
Heath flushed but did as I said, crawling over the console and into the bench seat in the back. I followed him, grateful again for the high roof and the wide bench in the back, but it still wasn’t as easy for me as it was for Heath—and he didn’t outright laugh at my struggles, but I could see him biting back a smile.
“Shut up,” I said warmly.
“Didn’t say anything,” Heath said with sweet, gentle humor in his voice.
I pulled my shirt over my head in one smooth motion, which made the smile fall from Heath’s face, only to be replaced with something darker and more wanting. I settled myself back onto the bench seat, leaning against the door with one leg stretched out across the seat and the other on the floor. Heath gasped as I pulled him into my lap and settled against me as close as he could, with his hands skating up my sides and his face tucked into the crook of my neck.
It was a little constrained, a little awkward, but somehow that only made it hotter. Knowing that neither of us wanted to wait for something more convenient.
I slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt and skated them up the length of his back. He shivered and arched his back a little, pressing against me, and I settled one hand at the pretty curve of his lower back, and with the other I palmed his small, pert ass.
“So pretty,” I murmured. I dropped a kiss on his forehead, and Heath tilted his face up in a wordless request for another. I kissed him slow and hard, drawing my tongue over the curve of his lower lip and the edge of his teeth. He moaned into it and wriggled against me, and the hot curve of his cock in his shorts pressed against my hip.
“You remember what you wanted last time?” I asked. I captured one of his hands and squeezed his wrist.
Heath nodded and drew his lower lip in between his teeth.
I tugged his hand down lower, lower, and watched Heath’s eyes widen as I placed his hand over the line of my own erection in my trunks. He inhaled, his eyes flicking to mine, and then down, lingering on the sight of his own small hand wrapped around my cock. Even through the thin fabric of my trunks, it was clearly visible. He wet his lower lip, and the sight made my cock throb with desire.
“Tell me what you wanted,” I said quietly but firmly.
“Wanted to see you,” Heath whispered.
I kept my grip on his wrist and used it to force his hand up and down over my length. Slow and hard, just the way I liked it. Heat was building rapidly inside me, not just from his touch, but from the easy way he obeyed. The way it seemed to make him go a little loose and loopy with desire.
“And what did I say?” I asked. I punctuated the question with a hard squeeze to his ass.
Heath swallowed at the touch, his hand flexing on my cock. “Oh, Dante—”
“Answer me.” I smacked his ass then, a gentle strike that wasn’t hard enough to sting, but hard enough to make a sound that echoed through the truck’s cab.
Heath keened and a shiver wracked his body. It was an enticingly visceral reaction, one that I filed away for later. For now, though, I just circled my palm soothingly where I’d just swatted at him.
“You said… You said ‘next time.’” Heath said. He sounded wrecked.
“That’s right.” I kissed his temple as a reward. “Think you can follow my instructions?”
“Yes, sir,” Heath said immediately, nearly a beg. “Please, please let me.”
“Color?”
“Green.” He was so gorgeous looking at me, flushed, sweat beading at his temples and hairline from the humidity in the cab. Sweat was forming on my skin, too, and Heath dropped his head down to draw his tongue over the dip of my clavicle, where I surely tasted like salt and sunscreen
I slipped my hand under the waistband of his shorts and smoothed it over the bare skin of his ass; he shifted his hips restlessly like