A Busted Afternoon (5 page)

He eased back, missing the heat as soon
as he left Sammy’s throat. He wasn’t going to try that again, as much
as he wanted to. He didn’t want to do anything that could hurt
Sammy—and choking him probably counted as that. But Sammy didn’t leave
that choice up to him. He relaxed his jaw farther and pushed down,
swallowing more and more, until Ed was buried in his throat once again.

“Oh fuck…fuck…yes…Sammy…yes…”
The words tapered off into moans as his brain shut down, fried by too
much pleasure. But he didn’t need his brain to know what to do. His
body was just fine on his own, and he began thrusting his hips again,
fucking Sammy’s face until the pressure beneath his skin began to build
anew. And he only had one thought, one concern, one goal. Release.

The storm seemed to pick up intensity
outside. Or maybe that was only Ed’s imagination. It could have been
perfectly calm outside, and he still would have heard thunder booming
and rain pounding and wind roaring around the car.

The car shook with a fresh wave of
thunder, and Ed stiffened, his entire body going rigid. Electricity
crawled down his spine, made the hair on the back of his arms and neck
stand on end, and then everything exploded with a crystal blue wave of
light. He shouted Sammy’s name, the word tearing from his throat, his
entire body convulsing with the sound. His cock jerked, pumping come
into Sammy’s mouth. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the other man
turned away, but he didn’t. He kept his mouth tight around Ed’s shaft,
the seal of his lips never breaking as Ed’s come painted the back of
his throat.

“Oh…oh God…” As quickly as the
tension had pulled his body taut, it deserted him, leaving him a
trembling, weak mass on the floor.

Sammy finally lifted his head, and Ed
noticed in a distant way that his color was high, his eyes unbelievably
bright. “How was that?”

“Good…amazing…can’t talk now…”

Sammy flashed a quick smile then bent his
head and began licking at Ed’s softening cock. Ed moaned in protest,
too tender and too exhausted to properly enjoy it. Except, within
seconds, his cock began to stir again, and the raw pleasure
automatically made him hungry for more.

“Lay down here so I can return the favor,” Ed murmured.

“No.”

“No?” He blinked. “What do you mean, no?”

“There’s something else that I want.” Sammy looked up shyly. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay. Name it.”

“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand.”

“Just tell me. I mean, we’re figuring this all out together, right?”

“Right.” Sammy took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sammy didn’t know quite what came over him. A few
times, he had been curious and experimented with a few well-shaped
tools, gently easing them into his ass while he jerked himself off.
That had definitely felt good, but he had always chosen thin items.
Items that would slide in and out of his passage easily, like the
handle of a screwdriver. Ed was much, much larger than anything Sammy
had ever attempted before. But once the thought occurred to him, he
wanted
it.

“You’re sure?” Ed asked slowly.

Sammy nodded. He pushed his pants down to
his knees and contorted himself to free himself of the clothing. It
wasn’t easy, but Sammy wasn’t going to let anything, even the cramped
space, stop him from getting what he wanted.

“What if it hurts?” Ed asked.

“It’s not going to hurt you.”

“It’ll hurt
you
, though.”

“If it does, we’ll stop.”

Ed still didn’t look quite convinced.
Sammy didn’t blame him. Even he thought the idea was a little insane.
But it was like an itch under his skin. A gnawing in the pit of his
stomach. Every inch of him, every instinct he possessed, told him that
he wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything short of Ed’s cock. Even
the thought of Ed wrapping his mouth around Sammy’s shaft wasn’t enough
to distract him from what he truly wanted.

“It’s just…it seems like that could hurt. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sammy smiled. “Which is a refreshing change from when you punched me in the face.”

“I said I was sorry about that.”

“I know.” He spit in his palm and spread
it over Ed’s cock, which was still slick from his come. Sammy hoped
that would be enough to help ease his way. “And I forgive you. But I
don’t think I’m in any danger of being really hurt.”

“But you don’t know.”

Sammy fisted Ed’s shaft, squeezing the hard flesh. “Don’t you want to find out how tight my ass is?”

“Yes,” Ed moaned.

“Then we don’t have a problem here. We both want the same thing.”

Sammy could still see some doubt in Ed’s
eyes, but his protests had stopped. He had the feeling that once he
actually sank down on Ed’s cock, all warnings and concerns would
completely flee his mind. In fact, they would probably flee both of
their minds.

He straddled Ed once again and leaned
forward until their chests touched. The blunt tip of Ed’s cock slipped
between his cheeks to press against his tight hole. As soon as he felt
the thick flesh, he understood Ed’s concern. It didn’t seem like Ed
could possibly fit inside him. No matter how hard he tried, or how much
he might have wanted it. But the fact that it seemed almost impossible
just spurred him onward. Once he got beyond the initial difficulty, he
was sure that it would feel amazing.

“Ready?” Sammy asked.

Ed smiled weakly. “Are you?”

“As I’m going to be.”

They both took a deep breath, and Ed’s
gaze was locked on Sammy’s face as he pushed back. At first, his muscle
refused to give and allow the intrusion. Sweat rolled down the back of
his neck and trickled along his spine. Did Ed feel as hot? Maybe
not—his skin was covered in goose bumps. He paused, shifted his
weight, and tried again with more force. The pain was instant. Sammy
ignored the signal that he should stop and pressed harder,
concentrating more on the smooth texture of Ed’s skin and the heat
pouring from his skin rather than the increasing, sharp pain spreading
through him.

“Sammy…”

Sammy shook his head, silencing Ed as his
fat crown popped past Sammy’s ring. They both groaned, though the
sounds had different sources. Sammy was sure the pressure of his flesh
around Ed’s cock was unbelievable, but the pain hadn’t eased. In fact,
it only seemed to be sharper, and his muscles tensed, as if to ward off
the intruder.

Ed ran his hand up and down Sammy’s back, rubbing him gently. “Relax. It’ll be better if you relax.”

“I’m…I’m…try…trying…”

“Shh. Don’t. Just take a deep breath.”

“I…”

“Take a deep breath,” Ed repeated, his hand still moving in a slow, soothing circle. “Breathe.”

Sammy nodded and did as he was told,
filling his lungs with warm air. He couldn’t tell if it was still
raining outside. His heart was pounding in his ears, drowning out any
other sounds. He took more than just one deep breath. He inhaled and
exhaled slowly until the tightness in his shoulders began to ease.
Almost without meaning to, he sank back an inch. Once he had that much
inside of him, it was easy to sink back another inch.

“God, Sammy. I never…”

Despite Ed’s earlier instruction, Sammy
forgot how to breathe. His lungs were paralyzed as he continued moving
down Ed’s length. The pain was a constant, inescapable. But it also
didn’t matter. With each moment, that pain was changing, evolving into
something else. Something as powerful as the storm that had buffeted
the car. He didn’t want to lose a second of it. He didn’t want to miss
out on anything.

“Oh, Sammy. Oh, Sammy. Sammy.” Ed dropped
his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The tendons in his
neck and shoulders strained, pulsing against his skin. It was amazing
to see the effect he had on Ed. Amazing and addicting. He wouldn’t be
able to get enough of this. He imagined the two of them traveling up
and down the coast of California, parking on the beach every night, and
fucking as the sun sank down over the water.

Long minutes passed. He didn’t try to
rush things, and Ed didn’t try to push for more, though Sammy could
tell that the slow progress was killing him. He could almost imagine Ed
grabbing him by the hips and holding him in place so he could slam into
Sammy’s body. The image sent a thrill down his spine, and he almost
thought that was just what he wanted. Except, the slow pace was perfect
in its own way. Something to be savored as the pleasure wrapped around
him in tighter and tighter spirals.

Sammy sank down the final inch and they both shuddered as he became fully seated.

“Worth it?” Ed choked out.

“Worth it.” Sammy murmured, just before
pressing his mouth to Ed’s. He was starting to feel a little
light-headed. Possibly for lack of air. But that didn’t stop him from
seeking out Ed’s lips and plunging his tongue into the other man’s
mouth. They were completely bound together, every inch of their bodies
touching in the back of the small car. Sammy had never been so
connected to another person. Had never even imagined he could be so
connected. Sex was always something he had been curious about and
interested in, but not for anything beyond the physical pleasure. This
was something more than physical pleasure. It was something beyond
comprehension.

Sammy began to rock, like he had before,
except without so much force. Each stroke was shallow. He could only
stand to lose an inch or two of Ed’s length before he eased backward
again. He loved the sense of being completely full. He loved the way
Ed’s cock throbbed against his flesh. He felt every twitch of his tense
muscles, every pulsing heart beat, and every breath.

The friction threatened to consume him.
He knew if he moved in longer strokes or faster thrusts, he would lose
it and come all over Ed’s chest. Which sounded like a perfect plan,
except, he didn’t want it to end too soon. He had to dig deep, drawing
on pools of self-control he thought had long since run dry, just to
keep the rhythm at something easy and manageable.

“Don’t stop,” Ed murmured.

“I won’t.”

“Please.”

“I won’t,” Sammy rasped.

“You’re so tight. And so hot. I just…”

“Need you.” Sammy would have been
embarrassed at the inadvertent admission, but Ed already knew that
much. He must have known. He must have felt it with every shaking
breath, and in every hungry kiss.

“Take what you need,” Ed encouraged. “Just…do whatever you need…”

Sammy didn’t know what that was. He knew his body ached for more. “I can’t…yet…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ed cupped Sammy’s face. “This won’t be our last time. Promise you that.”

Sammy smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good.”

With Ed’s assurances still echoing in his
ears, Sammy increased his tempo. He pressed his mouth to Ed’s once
again, using the other man’s lips to muffle his screams as he moved
faster and faster, letting Ed’s thick cock drive into his body, forcing
his walls to stretch to accommodate every last centimeter. He adjusted
to Ed naturally, which allowed him to move faster, to push harder, to
seek more. Had there ever been pain? Sammy couldn’t remember now. There
couldn’t be room in the world for pain when so much pleasure existed.
Sensation built upon sensation, until every nerve ending joined the
chorus.

And then Ed started shouting, too.

They were louder than the thunder. Louder
than the rain. The car shook from the force of their coupling, the
foggy windows rattling in their frames. They both used as much of their
bodies as they could, clinging to each other, rocking against each
other, demanding more. It reminded Sammy of a fight, and he had a
feeling he would be completely exhausted and maybe even a little
bruised by the time they finished. Their bodies were well matched, and
neither one of them could quite gain the upper hand and take full
control of the relentless, driving rhythm.

They pushed and pulled, moaned and
begged. They each took as much as they gave, and no matter who
escalated the rhythm, the tempo, or the pressure of the kisses, the
other matched it all quickly. Effortlessly. Like they were two bodies
working from the same brain, the same wellspring of need and desire.

One final roll of thunder masked Sammy’s
shout as his cock erupted. He didn’t know what pushed him over the
edge. There wasn’t a single warning. Ed hadn’t done anything to make
him lose control. One second, he was riding Ed’s cock with all he had,
and the next second, pleasure was soaking through him, like the rain
had done. It hit with the same suddenness of the storm, and it left him
with the same wired, high-strung sensation. Like volts of electricity
were shooting through his bloodstream.

He rocked back hard on Ed’s cock, his
muscles clenching tightly, and was rewarded with a high pitched moan
from Ed’s throat. Ed thrust his hips forward, and for a long, perfect
moment, Sammy was filled with Ed’s throbbing cock and his hot come.