Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(48)

Ian gave a harsh chuckle, turning Miles’s head to give him a nasty hickey below his left ear.

Miles moaned. Mortified, he glanced at the closed partition. Could the driver hear them? He couldn’t remember if it was soundproof.

“Feel it?” Ian said, sucking another hickey into Miles’s jawline. “I’m not at all sure I can trust what I feel when I’m around you.”

His eyes slipping shut, Miles bit his lip to stop himself from moaning again as Ian’s teeth closed on the sensitive skin at the crook of his neck. “What do you feel?”

Ian chuckled again, licking the place he’d just bitten. “Right now? I feel like marking you up all over. Like stripping you naked and fucking you right here, in the backseat of my car while my driver is a few feet away.”

Miles’s breathing hitched in his throat. The mere idea… Christ. The mere idea of being fucked, of having Ian’s cock inside him while Ian’s driver was none the wiser was deliciously naughty.

“You little slut,” Ian said, almost affectionately, biting his earlobe. “You actually want it.”

Miles could only moan, his hand scrambling between them to grope at Ian’s cock through the fabric of his slacks. At that moment, he couldn’t care less about the driver—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop even if there wasn’t a partition separating them from the driver. Ian’s cock was already half-hard and rapidly hardening under his hand. Oh god.

“Come on,” Miles said breathlessly. “What’s the point of having such a fancy car with a huge backseat if you don’t make use of it?”

“You can’t be serious,” Ian said, mouthing at his ear. “Sex in the backseat? I’m not a teenager.”

Ignoring his words, Miles yanked Ian’s fly open and pulled his erection out. It was hot and hard and perfect in his hand.

Ian sucked a breath in. “Stop. We don’t have lube.”

“Isn’t there Vaseline in that compartment? I think I’ve seen one.”

“I have no fucking idea. It doesn’t matter. We’re not fucking in the car, Miles.”

Miles squeezed Ian’s cock. “Why not?”

Ian hissed. He glared at him and bit off, “I don’t have condoms with me.”

That should have been it. All his life, Miles had rolled his eyes at people who claimed that they were “too caught up in the moment” to use protection. But now his only thought was, I don’t care. I need you.

“You’re clean, right? I’m clean. You know you’re my first.” Miles knew he was playing dirty—he knew how much that turned Ian on—but he wasn’t above using Ian’s possessiveness to get what he wanted. And at the moment, all he wanted was Ian.

He wasn’t disappointed.

With a guttural noise, Ian finally kissed him, fingers holding his chin in a punishing grip as Ian devoured his mouth, crowding him against the seat.

God.

Miles lost all track of time, losing himself in Ian’s hungry, possessive kisses, Ian’s hard cock throbbing in his hand. The sounds of the engine and cars honking seemed incredibly distant and unreal; Ian was the only thing that mattered. He stroked Ian’s cock as Ian tongue-fucked his mouth, his mind foggy with arousal and need. He wanted to swallow Ian, take him inside himself, and finally make them whole.

It took a lot of fumbling, but they finally managed to pull Miles’s jeans and boxers off, find the Vaseline, and slick up Ian’s cock. It took even more fumbling to hastily prepare Miles. It was perfunctory at best, but Miles didn’t care.

“This is fucking insane,” Ian gritted out, sagging back against the seat and watching Miles line up Ian’s cock with his hole. His lips quirked into a crooked smile. “You’re insane.”

Miles grinned at him, giggling, but his giggles turned into a long moan as he slowly sank down on Ian’s slicked cock. Fuuuuck. It was a good thing Ian’s cock wasn’t too intimidatingly thick or it would have been undoubtedly painful with such inadequate prep. As it was, it felt perfect.

When he was finally fully seated on the hard length inside him, Miles lifted his unfocused gaze to Ian, and fuck, the sight of him, fully clothed, in his expensive dark suit, with only his cock out for Miles’s enjoyment, his face tight with pleasure and his eyes glazed… It was an incredible turn-on.

Leaning forward to give himself more space to move, Miles pressed his face against the cushion, his body shaking, the world spinning out of control. He started riding Ian, trying to swallow down his moans. He was only half-successful: small, muffled sounds still left his mouth as he gyrated his hips on Ian’s cock, trying to hit that spot inside him. Ian’s fingers dug hard into his cheeks, helping him ride him, Ian’s breathing harsh and unsteady in his ear.

Miles turned his face to look at Ian and found himself transfixed, caught in Ian’s hungry gaze. Miles hoped his own gaze wasn’t as besotted as he felt. He felt beautiful, wanted, and special. Ian always made him feel that way. Ian made him feel sexy, powerful, and powerless all once. It was such an addictive feeling.

His eyes locked with Ian’s, Miles started riding him faster.

He had never felt so out of control, so turned on. Fuck, he loved this, loved fucking himself on Ian’s cock, loved feeling so connected to Ian, seeing Ian’s eyes become glassy with lust, feeling how much pleasure Ian was taking in him, Ian’s cock hard and hot inside him.