Page 31 of Quiver

My eyes leave the road only for a split second, registering the faint blush on his cheeks as he fiddles with the bag. Paper crinkles as he pulls something out, a piece of red cloth that I can’t identify while I’m driving.

I hold my hand out, and he puffs a long, bellyaching sigh. “This seemed so hot when I was doing it, and now I’m embarrassed.”

“What did you tell me? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”

He sighs again and relents, pressing the fabric into my palm. Gaze shifting between the road and my new gift, I realize it’s a cherry-red jockstrap… one that’s much too small for me.

“I, uh, wore it before I left home,” he says, sounding shy.

“And what exactly were you doing when you were wearing it?” My voice is husky as I spin the cloth in my hands, realizing there’s a dampness to the crotch. The image plays through my mind in real time—his hand shoved underneath the material, hips jerking forward as he fucks his fist.

“Thinking of you… using a toy.”

“A toy, huh? Did you fill this up for me?” I bring the fabric to my nose and inhale the musky scent, my cock growing uncomfortable full under the denim of my jeans. The seam gives me a sliver of relief, dragging over it as I shift in my seat.

“Taste it and tell me what you think.” There’s a gravelly quality to his voice that isn’t usually there. We’re close to the restaurant, square in the middle of town, and he wants me to put his dirty jockstrap in my mouth.

Anyone could see.

The realization makes me dizzy, my heart thumping in my chest as I lift the material and lick. The taste of him coats my tongue and I moan, drawing a spot of fabric between my lips and sucking.

He groans low under his breath as he watches me. “I needed to come so bad, Beau, but I didn’t waste it.”

“And why is that? Why did you save this for me, Az?”

“Because this weekend you said all my cum is yours… it all belongs to you.” A shutter works its way through my limbs as I remember making the demand.

“That’s right, sweetheart, you did so good. Tell me how you made yourself come.”

Breathless, his chest rises with his rapid inhales as he reaches over and uses a single finger to push the fabric deeper in my mouth. “After I took a shower, I… I-I suctioned a dildo to the wall. Then I fucked myself on it while I was wearing those.”

Christ, this man. My hips jerk again, eyes trying to roll up in my head at the friction. “Did you have to touch yourself?”

“N-No,” he stutters, suddenly shy once more. “It, uh, didn’t take me long. It was so fast, Beau, and I was so embarrassed at first.”

“Fuck, don’t be embarrassed. Tell me about it. What position were you in?”

“On my hands and knees… I took the whole thing at once. Didn’t even have time to turn the vibrator on, just thrust a few times and before I could stop it, there was cum everywhere.” Another desperate moan leaves me, the sound caught by the fabric. I turn into the restaurant and park in the back of the lot, far away from the other cars.

As soon as the truck is parked, I reach over and undo his pants, almost ripping them in my haste. “Need you now,” Imurmur, and his hips lift as we work them off his legs together, denim swishing as they’re tossed in the floorboard.

My zipper whirs as he works it down, freeing my cock as he reaches behind him and removes his plug, uncaring where it lands as he tosses it. One leg swings over my hips and he drops his weight, taking me all at once with a sharp moan. Tight, slick heat squeezes around me as I hiss, my fingers digging into the flesh of his ass.

“Suck on that,” he murmurs, poking the jock further in my mouth until it pushes my cheeks out, gagging me. Spit leaks from my lips and slicks my chin as I’m forced to breathe through my nose. There’s no gentle buildup as he rides me, only needy desperation. Muscles flexing, he rolls his hips, the taste of his release thick on my tongue. My hands are rougher than I intend as I encourage him to move faster, gripping him with bruising pressure.

I don’t want to take my time, and he isn’t about to let me.

The entire truck rocks, shocks squeaking as my hips lunge off the seat. One of his palms covers my mouth, forcing it to stay closed while the other smacks against the top of the truck. He pushes his weight against me as he grinds, and my breath saws out, exploding in heavy huffs through the barrier of his fingers.

“When we met, I thought you were so innocent. Who knew sweet Beau was so filthy? Did you save all that nastiness just for me?” I nod against his hand, my moans reduced to mere whimpers as my tension skyrockets. Coiling and twisting, the pressure curls my toes and strains my thighs, sweat forming a sheen on my forehead.

There’s a swivel in his hips that makes him move as fluid as water, his head falling back onto his shoulders as my name tumbles out of him in a breathless chant. Lips parting, he releases the most beautiful noises as he comes, his release shooting across my shirt.

Shuddering, he slumps forward and tucks his face into my neck as he whimpers, and without his hand holding it in place, the jockstrap falls from my mouth. My hips snap up and I gasp his name, palms sliding up the overheated skin under his shirt because I need more contact. Fingernails digging into his back, I spill into him with a shout. I should be gentler, but I can’t help myself as I scratch red trenches into his skin. White light pinpricks my vision, a low buzz ringing in my ears.

“Where’s the plug?” My words come out in a slur, blindly slapping at the seat until I feel the metal under my palm. I lift him as my cock slips free, inserting the plug and sealing my release inside him. My fingers raise to my mouth, and I lick the traces clean as he groans, curling his body against me.

“We made a mess.” He sounds so blissed out that I have to chuckle.

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