Page 202 of Ride With Me

They shared a laugh at that, though it was drowned out by a roll of thunder.

It wasn’t raining yet, but the sun was gone and everything around them had grown to a deep, metallic gray. If he was gonna pull off the ride he wanted, he needed to do it now, before it was even less safe than what he was already planning. The only way to do this fast was to prop his feet on the dashboard once he’d fished the lube from the mesh along the side, and yes, yes, he did keep it there for easier access, thank you very much. In moments like this, time was precious.

There would be a stretch, since he’d done the job as quick and dirty as he could manage, not even taking the time to tease himself, and Taz in the process. Maybe later, if they got to have a second round. There was no guarantee that the road to nowhere would be as long a journey as Taz had alluded to. He knew from experience that some people would say anything if they thought it would get them laid, but Keely didn’t get that sort of vibe off him.

The moment he felt he could take Taz without much discomfort, he rolled a condom on him, then crawled carefully over the man, aided by the arm then hooked around his waist to steady him while he braced one knee against the door and widened his knees as far as he could manage in the confines of that front seat. Angling his head on Taz’s shoulder to be sure to keep his field of vision clear, he felt the truck slow down more, creeping along as he reached down to guide Taz’s cock into him.

“God damn,” Taz groaned as Keely settled over him.

Pressed chest to chest to keep from nudging the steering wheel, Keely didn’t bounce, he just rocked his hips, abs undulating in a slow, snakelike motion as Taz groaned, arms caging him in.

“Fuck. Holy fuck. Oh, my fuckin’ god you feel good.”

“You feel pretty amazing yourself,” Keely moaned.

The angle wasn’t perfect, but it felt so, so good to be filled this way that Keely didn’t care about anything else.

“Ride me, baby, oh my god, fuckin’ ride me,” Taz groaned.

Part prayer and part plea. Taz’s groans were better than music, even as they lurched, then slowed, then lurched more before bouncing onto the shoulder again, only this time, Taz didn’t correct things, he just guided them the rest of the way off the road, stomped on the brake and fumbled to get it in park. The moment he got the truck shut off he gripped Keely’s hips in a punishing grip and thrust up, drawing a ragged moan from Keely, who threw his head back and started moving in earnest now that he no longer had to worry about bumping the steering wheel.

One of Taz’s hands slid down to grope his ass, nails prickling his skin as he thrust while tugging Keely against him. Keely’s knee banged the door, and the opposite thigh started cramping up, but he wasn’t going to stop now that there was no danger of wrecking.

Every roll of his hips sent pleasure rocketing through him, especially when Taz tangled a hand in his hair and tugged just enough to get Keely to lean fully against the wheel. There was heat in Taz’s eyes when their eyes met that only burned hotter when he glanced down between them to where their bodies were joined, watching his cock gliding in and out of Keely’s body.

Keely moaned, clenching around him as the change in angle just heightened his pleasure more.

“You’ve just destroyed every other image of every other vehicle tryst I’ve ever experienced,” Taz growled as he touched Keely’s cock, toying with the piercing in between stroking him.

That he wasn’t just focused on chasing his own bit of pleasure made Taz even more desirable in Keely’s eyes. With his hands free to roam, Taz took every opportunity to tease, caress, and leave stinging nips across Keely’s throat and up the side of his neck.

Taz’s hands dragged up his sides, thumbs rubbing over up the center of his chest, then outward, brushing over his nipples in a touch so maddeningly light that Keely mewed, quivering as he rolled his hips faster.

“Gah!” Keely cried out when Taz pinched them, then rolled them between his fingers, tightening his grip until Keely’s hips started bucking like an out-of-control jackrabbit and Taz’s groans and growls grew ragged and out of control.

A second squeeze and twist threw Keely over the edge, howling as he came and dragging Taz right into an orgasm with him. The pinprick of nails in tender, sensitive drew his climax out longer as Keely yowled and trembled, everything going from spotty to gray to an explosion of bright light and colors. Time became little more than an abstract idea, faded, and blurred as he slumped against the wheel, too limp and rung out to even open his eyes.

He could feel the heaving breaths Taz gulped in, and the way the man’s cock still twitched from time to time as it softened. Something dug into his leg, and he knew without aid of a mirror that he was going to have a circular shaped bruise on his back again, and perhaps even the Chevy emblem’s imprint.

Was so worth it though, even if his fractured thoughts couldn’t manage to urge his body into the faintest bit of motion.

Taz’s hands rested lightly on his thighs, fingers flexing like he wanted to rub them but didn’t have the energy. Good, he hoped the man was as fucked out in that moment as Keely was because it had seriously been the best damned fuck he’d had in years.

“The storm is gonna be on us soon,” Taz said, voice low and gentle as he brushed a fingertip along Keely’s cheek. “Gonna be hard for anyone to see us, even with the blinkers on, which I didn’t manage to reach.”

“Fuck…that means we gotta move,” Keely groaned, eyes opening enough to see just how dark it had gotten. “Can’t we just pass out here and wait for it to blow over?”

“We could if we wanted to risk getting plowed into by someone who can’t see where the lines are anymore,” Taz groaned. “Which is a very real possibility judging by the forecaster on the radio. They claim it’s a slow-moving storm.”

“I must have missed that part,” Keely grumbled as he tried and failed to sit up.

“You were a bit preoccupied.”

“Is that you complaining while you’re still both under and inside of me?”

“Oh, hell no! I just don’t want us to get killed before I get to experience that piercing and anything else you’d care to share with me.”

“That would suck.”

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