heirlooms, and safe sex supplies, the essentials every “go-bag” needs.
I hold up the supplies, waving the condom at Ranger. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
He scrambles off the bed and follows me out to my truck.
With the bench seat in front, trucks are so much more convenient for vehicular sex than cars could ever hope to be. I said what I said.
We both climb in, and I toss the supplies onto the dash for safekeeping, then crawl onto Ranger’s lap. Straddling his thighs and wrapping my arms around his neck, I go in for another kiss.
He was right. This is much better without the four-legged audience. His hands find their way onto my ass, grabbing and kneading it through my jeans, while our tongues tangle as we kiss and grind against each other. The hard bulge of his cock presses against mine through our pants. Our heavy breaths fog up the windows in no time, creating the illusion of privacy, even out in the parking lot.
“I know you don’t see it, but you really stepped up and saved the day today,” I murmur against his lips between kisses, dragging my fingers through his hair.
Ranger huffs. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a scoff or a laugh. Either way, it’s obvious he doesn’t believe my praise. That’s okay. I’m happy to keep talking until he believes me.
I kiss my way along his jaw, circling my hips against his, the steel outline of his cock rubbing against mine and making my body ache. I want him to fill me, stretch me, fuck me until I can’t walk right tomorrow.
“You were level-headed and in charge. It was so hot.” I nip at the hard edge of his jaw. “You knew exactly what needed to happen, and you got it done.” I kiss my way down his throat, then suck on his Adam’s apple. “You’re capable and strong and so sexy I can hardly think straight sometimes.”
Ranger moans, digging his fingers harder into my ass. “You’re too sweet to me.” His voice is a deep, raspy rumble.
“Too bad. Learn to live with it.” I grab the hem of his shirt and yank it up over his head.
“I don’t deserve you.” He takes my shirt off and tosses it aside as well, then pulls me in for another kiss.
“Life’s too short for that kind of thinking, baby. You deserve everything you want.”
“I want to fuck you.” He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, then gives a soothing lick, thrusting up against me at the same time.
“So glad we’re on the same page because I’m about to die if you don’t get inside me soon.”
We kiss harder, deeper, hungrier as we fumble with the button on each other’s jeans.
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Ranger
It’s chaotic and uncoordinated, elbows and knees getting in the way as we bump into each other, but we manage to undress, sharing sloppy, eager kisses in between. I’m grateful for the limited visibility outside and the tinted windows of Julian’s truck. If not for that, we might’ve had an audience for what we’re about to do.
I’m about to fuck him. Part of me protests at our first time together being in a truck, and yet it feels strangely appropriate. Nothing about our relationship has been normal.
The sensation of his naked skin against mine makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. “I want you so bad,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a growl.
“Ditto.” Julian’s voice is as hoarse as mine.
I take his mouth again, unable to resist the temptation of his swollen, red lips. I want to drown myself in his taste, his smell, the featherlight touch of his fingers, the way he holds on to my shoulders as he rubs his body against mine like a horny stallion. So. Fucking. Hot.
He’s on my lap again, our cocks pressing against each other, trapped between our bodies. “What do I do?” Of course I know the mechanics, but doing this in a car is a little different, and I don’t want to hurt him.
“Under other circumstances…”
He nips at my bottom lip.
“I would love for you to prep me…”
His lips trail to my ear, and his teeth scrape my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
“But in this case…”
He sucks hard on that supersensitive spot behind my ear, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have a mark to show for it later. Why is that thought so thrilling?
“I’ll gladly do it myself so we can get this show on the road.”
I eye the dashboard