Page 18 of Broken Valentine
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get in your pants, what does it look like?” He rocks his erection into mine, causing my cock to stir.
“We’re in a parking lot of a restaurant. Pretty sure that's not only frowned upon but also against the law.”
He laughs, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. “You worry too much about the small stuff, you know that? We’re the only car back here. I figured you parked in the very back of the lot for a reason.”
My hands grip his curvy hips and when his mouth touches mine, I no longer care about anything else. I unzip his pants and his bare cock jolts toward mine. He isn't wearing any underwear and I don't know which I prefer more, him going commando or his lace panties.
I dip my hand in the back of his pants, sliding a finger over his tight pucker. He moans against my lips, rubbing our erections together. His hands stop and loud tearing fills the car, and when I pull away from his mouth to look, he’s pouring lube from a packet onto his fingers. “Better to always be prepared, right?”
I laugh, happy that at least one of us is. Rocking his body forward, he takes our cocks in his slick hand, stroking us together again. The combination of his silky foreskin and his soft fingers is almost too much. I know I won't last much longer and, judging by his shaking thighs and his incoherent sounds, he won't either. He kisses me harder, and our cocks continue to rub together, creating the perfect friction.
My body tenses the closer I get to reaching climax and the more the sensitive nerve endings of the underside of my shaft come in contact with his. His tongue thrusts deeper into my mouth and our kisses become unhinged the longer we rub up against each other, chasing our own climaxes. Taylor's breathing becomes heavier, and his body convulses as his warm cum pours over my cock and our hands. He keeps thrusting upward and frotting against me until my seed is mixing with his. He smiles lazily with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, appearing completely blissed out.
“You really are going to kill me, you know that?” I say in between pants.
He laughs, flicking his tongue lazily against mine, grazing the roof of my mouth. “Doesn't seem like such a bad way to go out.”
“No, I suppose not.” I glance down between us, chuckling at the mess we made. “I think we need to clean up before I drive you back to campus.”
He gathers our cum in his hand and laps it off his skin until there's barely anything left. “Is that clean enough for you, sir?”
I kiss his mouth long and hard before pulling away. “You have no idea how sexy it is when you do that. I may have to call you over to clean me up every time I jerk off to that video you sent me.”
“Every time, huh? And how often would that be?”
“Every damn night before bed.”
“I may need a video of that,” he says, slowly climbing back into his own seat. A heap of laughter falls between us and it quickly dies on my end when my eyes land on my vibrating phone, flashing the one name I had managed to forget until now—Rhys.
I let it go to voicemail while pulling out of the parking lot where I just had one of the best orgasms of my life. I still can't believe it happened in my car and that I let Taylor talk me into it. I do things I normally wouldn’t when I'm with him. Never had I thought that having sex in public with the risk of getting caught could be so enthralling. The rush sent me soaring up toward the stars and Tayler was right there next to me, making everything bad in my life disappear. I know once I drop him off, I'll have to go back to reality and listen to that voicemail.
Taylor smiles at me, leaning his head against the window, and I let myself forget what waits for me when I get home.
16
Taylor
“There's my favorite best friend,”Luca announces, hopping on the bar.
“Pretty sure I'm your only best friend.”
“Not true, Tuck is up on that list too. Aren't you, T?”
“Get your ass off my bar,” Tuck says with a stern voice and disapproving eyes.
“I sure do love it when you talk dirty to me, T. Where would you prefer I put it?”
Tuck rolls his eyes. “I'm about to throw it out in the damn snow.”
Luca laughs, jumping off the counter, landing on his three-inch pumps gracefully. ““I got something for you, T, and maybe it'll help you loosen up a bit.”“ He sets a small bottle of clear liquid on top of the bar. Tuck examines the bottle carefully, arching a brow.
““And what the hell is that?”“ I ask before Tuck can.
““Homemade lubricant, bubble gum flavor.”“
The bottle falls from Tuck’s hand and I burst out laughing. ““You’re making lube now?”
