Page 100 of Gunner

“What’s this?” I asked.

“I have something to show you.”

I planted my feet on the ground, refusing to take another step. “Gunner, you’re not bringing me here to show me your dick, are you?”

“That too, but something else.”

“Gun—”

“If you want to do it here, fine by me, but they can still see us.”

His words prompted me into motion, and I followed him. No sooner were we hidden from view did Gunner back me up against the side of a truck and pressed his mouth to mine. My adrenaline skyrocketed as his lips moved over mine. With a groan, I clutched the sides of his cut and tugged him closer until we were plastered against each other. His erection swelled against mine. Gunner grabbed my hips and rubbed our cocks together.

“Hnngh,” I moaned.

Although I never hid that I was gay, I was never one to flaunt my relationships and engage in excessive PDA with anyone. Even if we were at the side of the clubhouse, people could pass by at any time. Anyone could discover us, but not even that possibility was enough to deter me from having my fill of Gunner.

His hands were everywhere, groping me, exploring my body through my clothes as his kiss grew more passionate and desperate with every passing second. I ran my fingers through the long locks of his hair, frustrated to find I couldn’t get any closer to him.

“Hmm, wait, wait.” Gunner pulled back but then took one look at me and slammed his lips on mine again.

I reached for him, but he stepped back. “Fuck.” He dropped his hands between my legs and squeezed my cock. “No one makes me lose my head the way you do.”

I swallowed. “You’re very good with words.”

Gunner chuckled. “You think I make a habit of saying these things to everyone I fuck?”

I frowned.

“Used to fuck. My bad.”

Much better.

“We should go to your room,” I said.

“Nope. We’re doing it right here against the truck, hard and fast, before anyone finds us. And you know what else, Benjamin?” He unbuckled my belt and slipped the button of my jeans through the hole.

“What?” I whispered, the zipper lowering making me sweat.

“I’m going to come inside that perfect ass, and you’re gonna keep my cum inside you while we enjoy the BBQ.”

Oh shit. Trills of excitement ran through my body. Would it be so bad to let it slide this time?

What the hell am I thinking? Of course I can’t let him fuck me bareback.

“Gunner, we’ve talked about this.”

“I did it.” He plucked an envelope from his back pocket and handed it to me. “Read it, but don’t mind me doing this while you do.”

Gunner lowered himself onto his knees and drew my cock from my underwear. I opened the envelope, but when Gunner’s tongue swiped over the head of my cock, I lost focus. Hissing, I thrust my hips.

“Read it, Ben.”

“How can I concentrate when you’re… Oh god, baby.” I froze. Gunner froze. Mortified, I closed my eyes. Gunner wasn’t an endearment kind of man. I already knew that. What on earth possessed me?

“I like that,” he said.

I popped an eye open. “You…do?”

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