“That feels so good…” Words tumble from my lips, eyes cracking open to watch him, visibly shaking while he envelopes me in his warm, wet mouth, beating his own dick rough in his lap.
The vibrations of him groaning on my cock are almost too much to bear. I was wound up before, and I’m winding up even more now, muscles tightening all over my body as an orgasm sizzles in my balls.
No lights, we’re bathed in shadows, fooling around in my car like hungry animals with no fucks to give about anything happening outside. I can hear the sleet hitting the windows, but I can’t see anything. We’ve created enough heat inside this car to last a lifetime.
James’s fingers grip my balls, and he squeezes, the pain hitting me like a wave of something so bad it feels divine. And I stiffen, shifting my hips to his mouth, giving him my cock to suck like the sexiest goddamn human being ever invented until I break the fuck down.
The climax rumbles through me as I spill into his mouth, pulsing and pulsing in aching throbs that he catches and swallows, drinking me like sheer perfection. He’s humming the whole time, like he loves it just as much as I do.
Like he wants nothing more than to taste me and savor me like a sweet snack.
My fucking brain is blown to smithereens.
For moments after I’m done coming, James laps at the head of my dick, teasing me and cleaning me, breathing like there isn’t enough air in the world, let alone this car.
Without even thinking, I crash off of him into the passenger seat, then scramble over the center console, fisting his cock and bringing it to my mouth.
“Mmmm… that’s my good boy,” he growls, fingers brushing through my hair while I pump his cock with my lips. “Your sweet mouth is so warm and wet, baby. God… you’re gonna suck the cum right out of me.”
I moan on his dick, throating him as best I can, slobbering on him while I fuck him with my mouth, gripping his thighs for leverage. James stiffens, his grunting and panting overwhelming the music still coming from the stereo as his hips lift to my mouth. His dick slides back into my throat and he swells.
“Fuck, baby, yes… I’m fucking… coming for you…”
The warm salty liquid shoots on my tongue and I slurp it up like my favorite drink. He keeps my head down on his cock the whole time, pouring down my throat while I whimper and cry, muffled, dazed and high as a fucking kite.
When he’s done, his fingers lazily brushing through my hair, I suck up his length and sigh, unable to resist. I drop a kiss on his crown before lifting myself up on shaky arms, resting my head on his shoulder.
He chuckles, “Did you just kiss my dick?”
Dammit. That’s embarrassing.
But I don’t really have any suave response to give in this moment. So I shrug. “Yea. I love him. So what?”
He tilts my face up to his with fingers on my chin. “What about me?”
“You’re okay, too.” I blink at him, my words teasing, though the enamored look I’m giving him prohibits me from smiling.
James leans in and kisses my lips softly, gentle in his pure captivation. He’s the holder of my heart right now. In this moment, he has me, more than ever before.
I just hope it isn’t too much for him.
His eyes lift and he looks around, assessing the fact that we’re in a car, out in the open. Anyone could stumble upon us in this compromising position.
But this time, rather than clamming up or running away, he just sighs. “We have to get out of here.”
I nod. “Let’s go home.”
His dark gaze settles on mine. “I mean like… out of here. This place… this town.” I can’t help the look of confusion on my face. His thumb slides over my lower lip, such an intimate gesture, I’m melting like Frosty in that greenhouse. “I wish we could just leave. Get away for a while…”
My stomach clenches in all sorts of emotions. “You would do that for me?”
His eyes sparkle as he murmurs with full sincerity, “I would do anything for you.” Swallowing thickly, I lean into his touch. “But for us too, Jess. I would do anything for us.”
My chest unlocks with a strong breath, pulling in his words and letting them flutter about inside me.
If he really wants us…
“Take me home,” I whisper, fingers trailing up to his angled jaw. “I have something for you.”
Chapter 13
James
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When we walk back through the front door, together, I’ve never been happier to be home.
I managed to get Jesse’s car unstuck from the snowbank and drove it back, following him as he drove my SUV. The kid was scared, and I don’t blame him one bit. He drove five miles per hour the whole way, and I just sat in his car right behind him, inhaling deep breaths of his scent as it surrounded me.
I won’t lie and say I’m at ease in what’s happening. I’m still nervous, about all of this. But one thing became abundantly clear when I realized that he’d left without a word.
I can’t live without him.
Maybe it was never romantic before this crazy holiday changed everything. Actually, I’m certain it wasn’t, at least not for me. And I’m happy about that. It makes me feel like less of a creep, and more like a man who’s been swept up in an unexpected love.
So falling in love with your adopted son isn’t normal… But what has normal ever done for me anyway?
It kept me alive with blinders on, with an unknown treasure hidden inside me, waiting to be discovered.
I’m not sure what this means for my sexuality, but if the only man I’m attracted to is Jesse, then I’m totally fine with that. He’s gorgeous and smart and talented. Certainly more grounded than I was at eighteen.
And where we’ll go from here is still vastly up in the air. But I have to give in to this. Because if the alternative is losing him, then I’ll do everything in my power to fight it.
I’ll burn down the world to keep him happy. That I can do.
We strip out of our wet boots and coats at the door, and I take Jesse by the hand, bringing him to the living room. He stands in front of the fireplace warming his hands while I throw a couple of logs on. I can’t read his face, but he seems lost in his own thoughts, and it reminds me of the scare he just faced.
Jesse lost his parents to an accident, and it shaped him. The tragedy of it made him who he is, for better or worse. Though I’d say better, because he’s fucking strong. I gave him the best childhood I possibly could, and I know I did well for the kid. But he doesn’t need me…
Regardless of what he thinks, his love for me, he doesn’t need anyone. I respect that immensely. I’d like to think I’m the same, but I’m not sure if it’s true.
Because I definitely need him.
Jesse’s face tilts up to mine and I can’t stop myself. I grab him and haul him into my arms, hugging him tight, hand sliding up to cup his head, the other resting on his lower back. He melts into me and we just sway for many minutes by the fire.
He’s not shivering anymore. I think he’s warm and content. I hope he is…
After a while, he pulls back and gazes up at me, lashes fluttering as he says, “Sit. Please.”