“About what? Whether to pee or shit?”
Lindsey grinned. Oh my, Seth was such a guy. He loved that. “No, I decided I ordered the wrong thing for my first course.”
Seth gave him a sideways glance. “It took a trip to the john to decide that?”
“Yep. I think I need another kind of meat.”
A grin tugged at Seth’s mouth. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I asked them to package up our meals. Peter has them at the front door. The bill is handled. Ready to go?”
“Holy shit. You do not waste time.”
“I’ve wasted too much time already.” He looked down at his hands resting on the table, then back up into Seth’s eyes. “I should warn you, I like to top.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll fight you for it.”
Lindsey laughed. “That, darling, is music to my ears. Come on.”
Chapter Seven
Seth sprang out of the chair. Holy crap, what got into the guy? He’d been so reticent and reserved. Even snarky. And now he couldn’t get fucked fast enough. Or maybe couldn’t wait to fuck fast enough. Now that should be interesting.
As they grabbed their coats, Seth looked up. There was that damned guy from the polo match staring at them. The slightly creepy one with the father. Man, he didn’t look happy. Of course, if the situation was reversed and he was watching Lindsey go out the door with fuckface over there, how would he feel? Like crap. He wanted to smile and do a short victory dance. Maybe blow a raspberry or flash his ass. Okay, grow up. Besides, his cock was pressing so hard on his pants it was likely to wear a hole in the fabric. He followed Lindsey toward the door to the country club.
Lindsey grabbed a big paper bag with handles from the maître d’. “Thank you, Peter.”
They didn’t even pause long enough to put on their overcoats. Seth collected them from the arms of the coat check girl and Lindsey, ever prepared, tossed a fiver at her as they pushed out the door.
Lindsey laughed, and it had a free sound. He grabbed Seth’s hand and pulled him toward the Tesla. He’d parked it back a few rows and the foot traffic was nil. When he got to the car he turned, put down the bag, and raised his arms toward Seth. Oh yeah, baby. Seth stepped into the welcoming circle.
Instead of grabbing him, Lindsey placed both his long-fingered hands on Seth’s cheeks. Odd, but so Lindsey. He smiled. “I didn’t want to rush so much I missed this moment.”
Seth curved one side of his mouth. “You figuring it’s going to be memorable?”
“Oh hell yes.” Slowly, very slowly, he brought his slightly parted lips toward Seth’s. Up close, those lips were even more girlie, all pink and full. Not his type—until now. Oh baby, what would they taste like?
His cock wanted to know too. The thing stretched up like it wanted to be kissed.
Heaven. Lindsey’s lips touched, pressed, sweet, gentle—holy shit! Tongue attack. With a sound that had to be a snarl, his mouth closed possessively over Seth’s and his tongue pressed deep and hot.
Oh God, forget thinking!
Seth wrapped his arms around that slim body. Instant recognition. All hard muscle under that leather jacket and enough body heat to melt igloos. He yanked hard and Lindsey pressed against him. Perfect height. Cock to cock, and that cock saying howdy was one impressive beast. Did he have a sock in there? Man, a hard, throbbing sock.
Lindsey’s tongue explored his mouth and then set up a deep fucking motion. Crazy-making. Their hips rubbed together like cats in a bag. Meeeow. But the noises coming from Lindsey’s throat were no cat. More like a big dog, low and rumbling.
Suddenly, Lindsey pulled back and stared at Seth. He reached a hand in his pocket—a wonder there was any space in there what with King Kong—and pulled out his car key. “Want to drive?”
“Oh yeah.”
He pressed the key into Seth’s hand and pushed the closed hand against his own swollen dick. “Drive, big guy.”
Whoa. Lindsey hurried around to the passenger side and got in. Seth slipped into the driver’s seat. Perfect setting. They both had long legs. The idea of driving the car was nearly as exciting as kissing Lindsey. He slipped in the key and turned on the Roadster. Silent. Some whirring and pinging but no engine sound. He put it in reverse and eased out of the parking space, the car still eerily quiet. When they got to the exit onto the road, he checked for oncoming headlights. Nothing. This area was pretty rural, so only cars coming to the club were likely to show up. “Left?”
“Any way you want. I’ve got all night.”
“Much as I love the opportunity, I don’t want to waste time driving.” He cocked a grin at Lindsey in the dark car.
“Don’t worry. You won’t. Drive.”
“Okay.” He hit the accelerator. Holy shit. Instant speed. No rumble, no roar, no lag or leaping ahead. Just zero to infinity with a touch. “Wow. This is freaky!”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“Give me directions.”
“Okay. Pull down your fly.”
“What?” He glanced over, but Lindsey’s face was not smiling—intense, actually.
“You want directions? You got them. Pull out your cock!”
He swallowed but reached down and pulled the zipper on his very crowded trousers. This sounded promising.
“Get it out!”
“Okay, okay.” He reached in, grabbed his leaking rod, and pulled it from its prison. Man, just rubbing on his briefs was almost too much. That was one sensitive cock. The thing stuck up out of his fly like a puppet.
“Pull the balls out too. I like balls.”
Seth chuckled. “Your wish is my command.” He flopped his balls out of the fly. They were already so tight they barely bobbled.
“Very, very pretty. Definitely Connecticut’s finest. Can I lick them?”
“Shit, feel free.”
“Drive carefully. Keep your eyes on the road.” Lindsey laughed.
Only a small space and a brake lever separated the two seats. Lindsey leaned over, insinuated his head into Seth’s lap, and breathed. Oh man, hot breath warmed the tip of his dick.
“He seems glad to see me.”
Seth could barely breathe, much less talk.
Lindsey swallowed the thing whole. Sheeee-it! Heat flashed through Seth’s balls and up his spine like he’d been shot. The car swerved. Damn. He gripped the wheel and slowed down.
Lindsey’s lips popped off. “This is your driver training course. All gay cops must drive while receiving head.” He shoved Seth’s dick back in his mouth and sucked.
Oh God. His hips bobbed. Fuck. Fuck. His knuckles on the wheel were white, but he didn’t want to give up and stop. The speed and sucking went together like peanut butter and jelly. The quiet in the car was punctuated by low growling sounds coming from the suckfest in his lap. What was up with the guy? But man, the sounds were right on the money. He felt like a fucking animal.
His balls tightened further and tingling tickled at the base of his spine. “Lindsey, I’m going to come. I gotta stop. I’ll wreck the car.”
That got his attention. He popped his mouth off Seth’s dick. Damn, but it backed off the explosion. Lindsey sat up and looked around. His usually musical voice sounded all low and growly. “Don’t come and don’t wreck the car. Pull over on the side road.” He pointed to a small packed-dirt road that wove through some trees.