Page 19 of The Highwaymen

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from groaning out loud.

Jamie's mouth was sinful perfection, hot and tight around my throbbing cock. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the steady drip of pre-cum. I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to restrain myself from fucking into his throat.

He pulled off with an obscene pop, lips spit-slick and swollen. “Don't hold back, honey bunny. I want you to use me.” His voice was a low rasp, eyes glassy with lust.

I fisted a hand in his hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, and guided him back onto my aching shaft. He moaned around my girth, taking me deep until I hit the back of his throat.

I thrust shallowly, feeling the flutter of his throat around the sensitive head. Jamie just relaxed and took it, his clever tongue working me over. He swallowed around me and I saw stars, hips stuttering.

I picked up the pace, fucking his face now, using him for my pleasure. And he was loving every second, moaning and drooling around my cock.

His hand slid into his jeans, palming himself roughly. The knowledge that sucking me off got him so hot had me teetering on the razor's edge of orgasm.

I tightened my grip, holding him in place as I hammered into the tight clutch of his throat until I came. I cursed out as my orgasmcrashed over me, hips jerking as I filled Jamie's willing mouth with cum. He swallowed it down eagerly, throat working around my shaft, milking every last drop.

When I finally released him, Jamie sat back on his heels and licked his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at me. “Fuck, I love sucking your cock. You taste so good.”

I tucked myself away and zipped up with shaking hands, still trying to catch my breath. My legs felt like jelly. Jamie had sucked my brain out through my dick.

He climbed to his feet, pulling me in for a sloppy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a dirty thrill through me.

Jamie palmed my softening cock through my jeans. “Think you can get it up again for me? I need you to fuck me. Like right now.”

I groaned into his mouth. “Jesus fuck, kid, you're insatiable. Give a guy some recovery time.”

Jamie just grinned wickedly and nipped at my bottom lip. “Tick tock, cowboy. Clock's running and I need that big cock in me pronto.”

He shoved me back against the wall, nimble fingers making quick work of my belt buckle. I caught his wrists, stopping him before he could get my fly open again.

“Not here. Too risky.”

Jamie pouted but relented, stepping back. “Fine. But you better deliver on that rain check, and soon.” He adjusted himself in his painted-on jeans, not bothering to hide the prominent bulge.

I splashed some cold water on my face at the sink, trying to clear my head. This kid was going to get us both in trouble if I didn't rein him in. But God help me, the thought of pounding into his tight little ass had me half hard again already.

We made our way back to the rig, Jamie practically skipping while I tried to affect a casual stride on still-wobbly legs. As soon as I hadthe engine going, Jamie's hand was on my thigh, creeping toward my crotch.

I clamped my hand over his, stopping his upward trajectory. “What did I say?” I growled.

Jamie huffed and flopped back dramatically in his seat. “You're no fun.”

“And you're a fucking menace.”

I turned my attention back to the road, trying to ignore the way Jamie was squirming in his seat like a kid who needed to pee. The landscape stretched out before us, nothing but scrubby desert brush and distant mesas painting the horizon in streaks of red and gold beneath the merciless sun. Heat mirages made the asphalt shimmer in the distance.

Jamie fiddled with the radio, flipping through staticky country stations until he found one playing something fast and gritty. The twangy guitar set my teeth on edge, but I didn't tell him to turn it off. Anything to distract him from groping me while I was trying to drive.

We'd been on the road for maybe an hour when Jamie twisted in his seat to stare into the back of the cab. “What are we hauling to LA, anyway?”

I hesitated for just a beat before answering. “Car parts. Boring shit, really. Alternators, gaskets, that kind of thing.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. “Car parts, huh?”

I kept my gaze resolutely on the road stretching out before us, the endless ribbon of sun-baked asphalt flanked by sand and scrub on either side. “Just moving inventory for a client.”

“Uh huh. And this client wouldn't happen to have ties to, say, a certain East LA gang known for boosting cars, would they?”

Damn, the kid was too clever for his own good sometimes. I schooled my features into a neutral mask. “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a driver.”

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