Page 86 of By the Pint

“You’re going to let me fuck you now,” he said. Not a question.

“Yes,” was all I could manage in response.

He paused for a moment to palm my erection over the top of my boxer briefs before tugging both my trousers and underpants down.

Like the helpful little human I was, I lifted my hips to make it easier, and sat back on the ass-warmed leather.

The car came to a rumbling stop and Wayne’s intercom buzzed. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr Black. We seem to have hit a small amount of traffic. I’ll just take a short, twenty-minute walk while we wait for it to clear. Though … it can be a longer walk if you need.” He didn’t give Dima a chance to respond. A door at the front of the vehicle opened and shut, making it wobble. A quick glance out of the darkened windows told me there were no other cars around, possibly for miles.

“He needs a pay rise,” I said.

“He’s already the highest paid driver in all of Borderlands, and I hardly ever go out. Wayne’s had more work these past few weeks than the previous eight years combined.” Dima said all of this, but I’d be damned if I was truly paying attention as he ran his hands up and down my naked thighs. “On your back, baby.”

I obliged, dropping back until my head hit the seat pad. I brought one leg up against the backrest. The thin layer of my shirt absorbed most of the shock from the cold leather. Dima elegantly, well, as elegantly as was possible in the back of a tin box, wriggled out of his own trousers and underpants, and nestled himself between my legs.

“Oh, baby, look at you. My beautiful moonflower.” His eyes slid over my naked body. He hovered above me, literally floating. At once looking like he weighed nothing and like the solid immovable presence he was. “You’re so perfect like this.”

Dima kissed me on the mouth, then took his lips lower. Along my jaw, pausing at the pulse in my neck, down my throat. Across my chest, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking, nipping, and down to the line of hair from my belly button to my cock. He ran the flat of his tongue up my length, and sucked a bead of pre-cum off the head. I barely had time to whine intohis touch before he took his ministrations lower still. Over my balls and along my taint. His tongue circled my entrance. Soft, wet, cool, slow. The noises he made, coupled with the promise of what was to come, had me hanging desperately close to the edge already.

I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good it was making me feel, but I couldn’t formulate words. Out loud or in my head.

He pinned my thighs apart, and dipped his tongue inside me, whining against me.

The travel sized bottle of lube liberated itself from my jacket pocket and soared into Dima’s hand. He wasted little time spreading it over his length and circling it around my hole. He dipped a finger inside and curled it against that spot.

I cried out and arched into his touch.

Dima bit down on the back of his own forearm.Fuck, Casey, baby. You’re so tight. I … fuck … you’re going to be the un-undeath of me.He slipped another finger in, began gently pumping them, and leaned over to kiss me on the mouth.

My hips bucked into him, seeking the friction of his hard body. He did the same. All the while making noises, whimpers, growls, groans, that I was certain I’d forever dream about. Even after my memories were lost.

“I need to fuck you now,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and shuffling down between my legs. “I need to be inside you, like right this fucking second, or … Is that okay? Are you ready for me? I’m not sure how gentle I can be.”

I reached a hand between our bodies, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and guided him to my hole. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me, Dima. Make me scream. Take everything.”

Slowly, like dipping a toe into a steaming bathtub, he eased himself forward.

“Oh,fuuuuuck,” he hissed, and paused with only the head of his cock nudging inside me.I can’t—Fuck—Oh gods.“Keep your legs down there. You feel too good. I’ll explode if you bring them up.” And then, as though he’d met the limit of his resistance, he thrust his hips up in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. Crying out. Trembling.

My body stretched around him. Too much at first, but the sting soon ebbed and the need to rock against him, to grind him against my prostate, took over.

“Gods, Casey, I’m sorry. I won’t last long at all. You’re so fucking warm. I’m a mess, baby … You feel so good. I have no self-control when it comes to you.”

I brought a hand around his nape and forced him to look me in the eyes. “I won’t let this be over too soon. I’ll keep us both on the edge, okay?”

Yes, he said, and began moving his hips. So gently. His shoulders dropped in obvious relief. He closed the gaps between our bodies, and my cock rubbed against his firm stomach. His cock hit that sweet spot inside me. His pace increased. His whines grew louder, more frantic. He pushed his face into the hollow between my neck and shoulder.

It was here.

This moment.

Right now.

I wanted to stay here forever. I wanted to relive this bliss over and over. Shatter under this man and watch as he gave over everything to me. And not just once.

But it wasn’t fair to ask him to wait for me.

What if we never got back to this moment? What if everything changed and things would never be as they were?

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