Page 3 of Flash

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, good point.”

He follows suit, shaking his wet hair out and then attempting to wring out his shirt.

“I can take a look under the hood when it lets up,” I say, noticing the way our breath and the heat of our bodies is quickly fogging up the windows and turning the inside of the car into a sauna.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a tow coming anyway. I was hoping you could give me a ride, but that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.” He wipes his hand through the fog on the nearest window and tries to peer out. There’s nothing to see except a curtain of heavy rain though. “How long do you think it’s going to last?”

I shrug. “Flash storms like this never last long. One wild, raging burst of chaos and passion, and then it’s like it never even happened, just a few puddles to remember it by.”

Lewis returns his attention to me, shifting in his seat. Our thighs press against each other and the spot he cleared on the window quickly fogs right back up.

“Hmm,” he hums, his big blue eyes dancing with interest and heat. “Well, we’re stuck here until it clears up I guess. Any ideas of how we could pass the time?” He doesn’t blush this time, but he does sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip.

My cock pulses and my body heats so fast I’m surprised the raindrops clinging to my skin don’t immediately turn into steam.

“I’m sure we can think of something,” I answer gruffly.

A few beats of silence pass between us, nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing and the patter of the rain, our eyes locked in a primal kind of communication, just pheromones and body language. A clap of thunder sounds outside, but neither of us flinch. Nothing exists right now except for the heat building between us.

It’s midday, but the clouds have made it dark enough that it might as well be the middle of the night. A flash of lightning illuminates the inside of the car, and just as quickly, Lewis is crawling into my lap to straddle me. His shorts ride up his thighs and my eyes land on the dark circles of his nipples visible through his drenched shirt. His lips are puffy and damp from the rain and the way he’s been licking them.

Another bolt of lightning flashes. I hook one hand behind his neck and grab a fistful of his shirt with the other, crashing our mouths together as the next rumble of thunder shakes the car. Lewis parts his lips and moans, his tongue tasting of rain and cherries as he strokes it over mine.

I suck his tongue and feed him a groan of my own, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life in an instant. He rocks his hips and the hard swell of his cock bumps against mine through our clothes. Our tongues tangle and our lips find a desperate, needy rhythm against each other. I slide my hands under his drenched shirt to feel the heat of his skin, sticky and damp but smooth as silk to the touch. Lewis tugs my shirt up and does the same, greedily mapping my body with his hands as we trade muffled moans and swallow each other’s quiet gasps.

The humidity inside the car only gets heavier with our panting breaths. Sweat beads all over my skin, washing away the rain but leaving me twice as damp as I was before. My cock throbs in the confines of my jeans, straining to get closer to the gorgeous, surprisingly bold man writhing on my lap. Whatever shyness had Lewis babbling and blushing earlier is nowhere to be found now as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs the button on my jeans loose.

My balls are heavy and tight, and my cock twitches eagerly as he slowly drags my zipper down. Electricity dances over my skin and sparks between us everywhere we touch. The kiss is wild enough to kill me all on its own. For all the shit the guys have been giving me about my lackluster love life lately, this right here is the reason why. Excitement. Heat. Chemistry. I’m so fucking tired of chasing around men who aren’t giving me half the passion I’m getting from this perfect stranger. This is what I’ve been craving. Tongue-heavy kissing, heart beating out of my chest, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other groping.

I grab handfuls of his ass cheeks, loving the way my fingers sink into the soft swell peeking out from the bottom of his shorts. Lewis whines into my mouth and cups my stiff cock through the soft cotton of my boxer briefs.

“What are you into?” he murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

I huff out a laugh and then get lost for a minute in the way our tongues slide and twist around each other. “Anything. Everything. You.”

Lewis tilts his head back and moans. I lean in and drag my tongue along the fluttering pulse point in his throat, getting drunk on the salty flavor of his skin.

“I know that was just a line, but that’s exactly what I want to hear,” he says. He tugs on the waistband of my underwear, then shoves his hand inside to wrap it around my aching cock. My shaft is already slick with precum, and I thrust into his grasp. “Just… make me feel like I’m special, okay? You don’t have to mean it, it just…” He licks his lips again, and this time they’re swollen and damp from my mouth instead of his. “It turns me on.”

Make him feel special? No hardship there. I nip at his skin and rock my hips to fuck into his fist again. Most people take one look at my gruff exterior and assume I’m a ‘fuck and run’ type of guy, but the truth is I’ve always been more into relationships. A hookup with a complete stranger in a rainstorm in the middle of the afternoon is so wildly out of character that if any of my friends knew about this, they’d probably check me into the hospital. So, yeah, Lewis is special in a way. Is he special in the way he means? I have no fucking clue.

“You want me to tell you how fucking breathtaking you are?” I growl, undoing his shorts with one hand, still squeezing his perky ass cheek with the other. “I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. No way could I be lucky enough to come across a man who’s exactly my type stranded on the side of the road outside of town.”

He whimpers and strokes me faster, adding a little twist each time he reaches my cockhead. My balls tighten and more precum oozes out to slick his palm.

“Fuck yeah, more of that,” he says, rolling his hips impatiently as I tug his tight shorts down enough to get his cock free.

“You don’t have enough men tripping over themselves to stroke your ego?” I tease, wrapping my hand around his long, slender cock before crashing my lips back into his to capture his moan on my tongue. I’m starving for every sound he feeds me, ravenous for his gasps as they vibrate against my lips, muffled around my tongue.

“I’m needy,” he whispers against my lips, convulsing and moaning again as I match his pace and start to stroke him.

“I like needy,” I rumble, my words sounding more like a growl than coherent speech as I kiss along the smooth edge of his jaw with little nips. “I also like pretty twinks with big blue eyes and cherry flavored lips.”

Lewis lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a shout as I use my grip on his ass to yank him even closer. His cockhead bumps against mine and my hips jerk. He takes the hint, loosening his grip on my cock so he can wrap his hand around both of us at once. I bring my other hand back to his ass and cant my hips, my eyes rolling and my lips parting on a moan as our hot, silky shafts drag against each other.

“Best I’ve had in years, and we still have most of our clothes on,” I pant, using my grip on his ass to fuck him against me.

He gasps and moans, stroking us together faster. Our mouths find each other again, with a desperate edge this time. The kiss is sloppy and wet and so fucking good I know it’s going to fuel jerk-off fantasies for years to come.

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