Page 18 of The Highwaymen

I let out a slow breath. This kid was going to be the death of me. We'd barely known each other a few days, and he already had me wrapped around his little finger. I didn't like it one bit.

The miles stretched on, silent except for the rumble of the engine. Just outside of Flagstaff, around noon, I pulled off the highway into a truck stop on the edge of town, diesel fumes and greasy food smells filling the air.

“Why are we stopping?” Jamie asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I need to fuel up. And take a piss if that's alright with you, your highness.” I cut the engine and pushed open the door.

Jamie followed me as I crossed the parking lot to the restroom. I should have known he wouldn't let me have a moment's peace. As soon as we were in the bathroom, he crowded me into a stall and shut the door behind us, locking it.

“I thought I told you to wait in the truck,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my voice steady as he pressed in.

“Since when do I ever listen to you?” His breath was hot on my neck, teeth grazing my earlobe.

I turned my back and tried to shrug him off, but his grip only tightened, fingernails digging into my skin through my shirt. The pain sent a jolt straight to my cock. I hated how my body responded to him, like he'd flipped some secret switch inside me.

“We can't do this here,” I hissed, eyes darting to the door. It was flimsy, only a thin sheet of metal between us and discovery. “Someone could walk in.”

“That's half the fun,” Jamie purred. He pressed his hips flush against my ass and I could feel the hard ridge of his erection. “Don't pretend you don't get off on the risk.”

Damn him, but he was right. There was a twisted thrill in the possibility of getting caught. My heart raced and my blood sang with adrenaline.

Jamie's clever fingers found my fly, popping the button and sliding down the zipper with agonizing slowness. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper as he reached inside my briefs to wrap a hand around my aching cock.

Jamie stroked me slowly, his grip maddeningly light. I tried to thrust into his fist, but he held me firmly in place with his other arm banded across my chest. He was surprisingly strong for such a skinny thing.

“Uh uh,” he tutted. “I'm in charge here.”

“The fuck you are,” I growled, but couldn’t stop myself from doing exactly what he instructed.

The wet slide of his palm over my desperate cock was obscenely loud in the cramped bathroom, echoing off the grimy tiled walls. The air was thick with the musky scent of arousal. Anyone who walked in would know exactly what we were doing.

Jamie mouthed at my neck, lips and teeth and tongue, no doubt leaving marks for later. He knew I hated it, hated carrying around visible proof of my indiscretions, but that only made him more determined to stake his claim.

“God, you have such a nice big cock,” he breathed hotly in my ear. “Bet this big rig has made a lot of needy holes happy.”

“If you’re going to jerk me off, fucking do it already,” I hissed.

Jamie just laughed, low and dirty. His hand sped up on my shaft, twisting on the upstroke in a way that made my toes curl in my boots. I was leaking steadily now, slicking his palm with every stroke. The filthy slide of skin on skin seemed to fill the world, narrowing down to the tight coil of heat building at the base of my spine.

I let my head drop back against Jamie's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. I could feel the tickle of his hair against my cheek, the solid heat of his body pressed along the length of mine. In that moment, he felt like the only real thing, the only thing anchoring me as pleasure threatened to sweep me away.

His other hand slid under my shirt, nails raking over my stomach and chest. He found my nipple and pinched hard, sending a bolt of pain-tinged pleasure zinging through me. My hips bucked into his fist helplessly, chasing more of that delicious friction.

“That's it,” Jamie purred. “Fuck my hand just like that. Wanna feel you lose control.”

I was panting now, harsh breaths punched out of me with every stroke. Sweat beaded my brow and stung my eyes. I could feel my release building, balls drawing up tight. I was so close, just a little more...

The creak of the restroom door had my eyes flying open. Jamie's hand stilled on my cock, but he didn't let me go.

Panic seized me as heavy footsteps approached. Jamie held me tight, trapping me there with my dick out and his hand still wrapped around it. I tried to twist away, but he only gripped me harder, fingernails biting into my flesh.

The newcomer stopped at the stall two down from us. I heard the sound of a zipper, the splash of piss hitting porcelain. My face burned with humiliation, sure we'd been caught.

Jamie slowly started stroking me again, languid pulls from root to tip. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning, knowing the smallest sound would give us away. He seemed to like that, the threat of discovery, of being seen in such a compromising position. His hips rolled against my ass, letting me feel how hard he was in his tight jeans.

It was the longest piss of my life, each second stretching into an eternity. I was sure the guy must have heard the slick slide of Jamie's hand on my cock, my ragged breathing, the hammering of my traitor heart. But he finally finished, zipped up, and left without ever acknowledging our presence.

The second the door swung shut behind him, Jamie spun me around and dropped to his knees. He looked up at me through his lashes, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and swallowed me down to the root.

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