Page 66 of Always Mine

He moans, kissing me back easily. “I. Do. Like. The. Sound. Of. That,” he manages to say between kisses, maneuvering his body onto my lap.

I pull back, chest heaving and breaths panting as he rocks down on my cock. “I figured you would.”

He glides back and forth slowly, teasing me with his movements. “By the feel of it, I’d say you liked it too.”

Oh, I do.

I take hold of his hips, helping him move against me. “You could say that.” My voice is husky with desire. I want him so bad.

Then I kiss him again. His lips are warm, soft, a little chapped, and perfect. I flick my tongue out, dragging it across his bottom lip. He opens for me and I dip inside, wanting to play.

“Mmm,” he groans, sliding forward a little more to rub against me better.

It’s getting heated, and I’m two seconds away from flipping him onto his back when a loud rumble rips through the air, followed by a sprinkling of rain.

I tear my lips away, glaring up at the sky for ruining our moment. Sliding back, Wyatt stands, grabbing his bag and motioning for me to follow. “Come on.”

I’m up and hopping down from the tail bed just as lightning strikes across the sky, illuminating the entire field. “Damn, it’s close.”

Not even a second later, the booming crack of thunder sounds just before we’re drenched with rain. “Fuck,” Wyatt grunts, taking off to the passenger seat.

I do the same, tugging open the driver’s door and jumping in just as another bolt of lightning strikes.

“I told you it was going to storm,” he mutters, pushing back his mop of blond hair. It’s overgrown, falling into his eyes most of the time, but he keeps it pushed back with his backward ball cap usually.

“You said rain, not tsunami.” I lean back against the seat, work on the buttons of my flannel, and tug it off. “We’re going to need to sit here for a little while. I won’t be able to see the roads until the rain slows.”

“That’s fine.” His throaty tone catches me by surprise, and so does the feel of his hand on me a moment later. I look down, watching his long fingers dancing up my chest. “I’m sure we can think of ways to pass the time.”

Guess he’s not letting the rain ruin what we started.

I reach up, placing my hand on top of his to stop his movement. “I can think of a few too.” Then I slowly push his hand down to the button of my jeans. His fingers work open the fastening, hand sliding past the band of my boxers easily, and I moan, eyes falling shut as his mouth latches onto my neck. “Fuck.”

“Feel good?” he whispers against my skin, no doubt leaving a mark that I’ll have to hide from my parents.

“You know it does.” I shudder when his thumb runs a circle around my head. Then I shift, lifting up so I can push off my jeans and boxers.

“Eager?” His eyes gleam and he takes his time teasing my cock with his languid strokes, about to be the death of me.

“You could say that.” Once I’m free, I flip us, lying him back on the seat and moving on top of him. I work open his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to his thigh. He’s hard, leaking at the tip, and I bend down, collecting the pre-cum with my tongue.

“Damn it. You’re teasing me,” he mumbles, his hands grabbing onto my head, trying to push me back down.

Letting out a chuckle, I push his hands away and look up to gauge his reaction. “Now who’s impatient.”

“You literally had your mouth on my cock. How do you expect me to be?”

“That’s true.” I maneuver myself to sit on his lap, bracing my knees on each side of his hips, lining our cocks up. Then I spit in my hand before grabbing both of us in a fist.

“Yeah,” he whispers, back arching off the seat as he rocks into my hand. “That feels good.”

“Mmm,” I moan, using my other hand to push up his shirt so I can see his whole body.

Damn, he looks so good underneath me. He always does. I tease my fingers across the skin of his stomach, loving the way his muscles tense and flex. His body flushes, skin breaking out in a layer of sweat as I continue to work us over with my hand.

“Paxton,” he whines, hands coming to rest on my thighs. His tongue snakes out to wet his bottom lip and I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him.

“Mouth,” I grit out, knowing he’ll get what I mean. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this and I guarantee it won’t be the last. He sits up on his forearms to connect our lips, not wasting any time tangling our tongues. I’m addicted to this, addicted to him, and have been for so long.

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