Page 16 of Off the Clock

“More?” I echoed his earlier request.

“Hell, yes.” He chuckled as I scrambled across the console without kneeing him or concussing both of us.

“Victory.” I grinned down at him, triumph tinging my voice.

“Yep, definitely feeling like a winner.” He pulled me down for another kiss that led to another and then to increasingly frantic explorations by hands and mouths. He stroked my arms and back with strong hands as his lips migrated from my mouth to my jaw to my neck, each new spot electric.

I ground against him. He was every bit as hard as I was. Hiscuriositywas clearly a powerful motivator, and if this were a quiz of sorts, I had to imagine the result was glaringly obvious. He rocked up to meet me, breathing harder.

“What…?” He sucked in a shaky breath. “What else can we do?”

“In the cab of a truck?” I laughed. Neither of us were particularly small humans, and the passenger seat was a tight fitfor two, but the rear jump seat wouldn’t offer much more in the way of comfort and was too damn far away in any event. No way was I moving. “Not nearly enough.”

“Oh.” His disappointment was palpable, making me chuckle again as I worked a hand between us to squeeze his erection. I toyed with the zipper on his fly. Like me, he’d showered before the end of the shift, and his jeans were soft and worn against my palm.

“But this could work…” I trailed off meaningfully, waiting for his agreement.

“Fuck yes.” He arched up toward my touch, which was all the permission I needed to undo his zipper and withdraw his cock. His shaft fit perfectly in my hand, like driving a luxury sports car. He was warm and thick with a wide oval head. No foreskin, which was a nice novelty after countless lonely nights with my own dick.

“Ungh.” Tony’s needy groan went straight to my own cock, which pulsed painfully hard against my fly. But it could wait. I wanted to focus on Tony, his sounds and reactions, the way his body squirmed and shifted as I jacked him slowly. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” I captured his mouth again, but any illusion I had of being in control was temporary. Tony took over the kiss easily as his nimble fingers mimicked my earlier explorations, palming my fly. At first, his motions were a bit unpracticed, tentative, but he quickly returned to his usual confidence, unzipping me and withdrawing my cock. “Fuck.”

Our groans mingled as we jerked each other in unison, lusty noises filling the truck, so much that I almost missed the sound of gravel on tires.

Almost.

“Someone’s coming,” Tony gasped, cock pulsing harder in my fist.

“Likely you, soon.” I chuckled against his mouth. “And from the feel of it, you like playing dangerously.”

“Not that dangerously.” His actions said the opposite. Tremors racing through his body, he kept right on stroking me. His breath sped up, voice going choppy. “And anyone coming up here is likely driving around for the same reason as us. Right?”

“Right.” I glanced behind us long enough to see tail lights heading back down the narrow quarry road. “They turned around.”

“Good.” Tony sounded satisfied, but there was a note of something else there I couldn’t place. Arousal? I had to admit the idea of getting almost caught wasn’t without its appeal, the risk making me feel free and reckless and that much sexier.

“And now for my next trick…” Shifting my weight, I braced my left hand on the seat behind Tony’s head. I lined up our cocks, using my right hand to jack us together, taking care to ensure Tony could feel the friction of my foreskin dragging against his cockhead.

“Fucking hell, that’s good.” Tony tipped his head back, exposing his throat for me to nip and lick. I stroked us together, basking in how he seemed to luxuriate in the sensations, stretching into my touch. But as with kissing, he only had so much patience for allowing me to play. He placed a hand over mine. “Let me try.”

“More curiosity?”

“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled like he already knew the answer.

“It’s a very good thing.”

“Fuck.” His breath came in rapid pants as he took over jerking us. His grip was tighter, strokes a little faster, hands less familiar. I moaned, and he joined with a rough, broken noise. “This is too. So good.”

It didn’t take much before his strong grip had me on the edge. “I’m close.”

“Yeah?” He tipped his head to one side, considering as he licked his kiss-swollen lips. “Wish I could see better. God, you’re sexy. I wanna see you come.”

“How’s this?” Reaching up, I flipped on the dim dome light for the cab. Risky, especially if another car came by, but very possibly worth it. I winked down at him.

“Now who’s living dangerously?”

“Us.” I chortled, near-giddy levels of happiness achieved even without an impending orgasm. “Better hurry up and make me come.”

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