he couldn’t decide if he wanted to push back into my hand or toward my cock. God, his ass felt so good, firm and small and smooth. I skated my hand over that soft skin, and then across his lower back. I dipped my middle finger lower, over his tailbone and onto the soft, vulnerable skin of his crack. I didn’t go much further, just rubbed gently there, but even that contact made Heath shudder and moan as he hid his face against my chest.
God, I wanted to keep touching him—wanted to see how crazy I could drive him with just my fingers. How hot and tight he’d be inside. How slowly I could open him up until he was begging for my cock.
But no way I was doing that in the cab of my truck. That deserved a bed, and a lot of time, and maybe even a few soft restraints. The thought made me dizzyingly hard.
I released his wrist, and then tugged his shorts down so his cock sprung free. It was blood-hot and drooling; God, he was so responsive and turned on. His eagerness made me even hungrier. “Get my cock out, baby.”
I leaned heavily against the door and savored the sight of Heath wrestling with my shorts. He pushed them down just enough to free my cock, and then paused, his hands braced at my hips. He met my eyes shyly. “Can I…?”
“Yeah.” Affection flooded my chest. He was just so good for me, asking permission like it was second nature. “Yeah, baby, you can touch.”
Heath wrapped one hand almost tentatively around me. “Oh,” he said. “You’re so…”
“So what?” I prompted. I loved this tone in his voice, low and shy and a little awed. It made my blood run hot with desire.
“Big.” He swallowed. “And hard.”
“You did that,” I said. “It’s for you.”
Heath bit his lower lip again and smiled at me like he couldn’t quite believe it.
“Get closer,” I said. “I want you to touch us both at once.”
Heath nodded and pressed closer, as I instructed, so he was tucked against my chest and the backrest of the seat. He wriggled his hips even closer and slotted his cock flush against mine. The juxtaposition made him inhale softly. It was a dramatic difference—next to his slim, pretty cock mine looked even thicker, the vein along the underside standing out. The sight made it twitch, and Heath swallowed.
“Are you ready, baby?” I asked, waiting for his nod. “Stroke it.”
Heath nodded, his gaze fixed between us as he wrapped a hand around both our cocks at once. He gasped, and I shifted beneath him, pushing my hips up toward his hand.
“That’s right,” I encouraged as Heath skated his palm over the heads of both our cocks and gathered precum to slick the motion. “Good boy.”
He moved his hand restlessly up and down, but his hand was so small and he was so eager, and desperate, that he couldn’t quite find the right pace or pressure.
“Like that,” I said, as I folded my hand over his to guide him. He seemed to settle a little bit then, some anxious tension bleeding from his shoulders as I showed him what to do. “You like it when I help you?”
“Love it,” Heath said, his voice soft and a little slurred with desire. He tucked his face into the crook of my neck again and dropped wet, sloppy kisses onto my skin, shivering as I tightened my hand over his.
With Heath’s body pressed tight against mine, and his hand moving over my cock, and the heat of his length velvety-smooth but hard against mine, I wasn’t going to last long. I groaned in pleasure and began to move our hands a little faster, harder, and Heath gasped against my skin. I felt heavy and boneless against the seats of the truck, reduced to nothing but the pleasure buzzing in my veins.
“That’s right, baby,” I said. “Don’t hold back. Come for me whenever you want.”
Heath set his teeth gently against my skin, not quite a bite but not quite a kiss, and moaned his assent. He came first, shuddering hard as he spilled onto my hand and stomach.
Fuck, he was so brilliant. He went pliant against me with a sigh but still kept his grip tight, letting me continue to stroke his oversensitive cock against mine. Something about that—how he’d do anything for me to feel good, how he wanted me to keep touching him like this even after his orgasm—made