“Sounds like me,” Ethan agreed. His jeans were growing cramped. He thought about tearing them open, but the buildup of frustration was part of the fun.
“I’ve seen you,” Max told him. “You leave the door to your bathroom open and your shower curtains are clear.”
“Peeping Tom,” Ethan accused, enjoying the fantasy of being spied on by this mysterious neighbor. “That means you’ve seen me touching myself.”
“I’ve seen you with your hand around your dick, stroking it slowly, teasing yourself.”
Ethan shifted in his seat, wanting to mimic his fantasy self. “I do it a lot.”
“I’ve also seen you with your fingers inside you, riding them as you imagined being taken.”
“Shit,” Ethan breathed. He gave in and cupped the erection that filled out the front of his jeans. “I imagine it’s you,” he confessed as he palmed himself. “It’s you stuffed up inside me.”
“My fingers?”
“Yes, rubbing me and stretching me.”
“You’ll need to stretch yourself for a long time if you want to get all of my cock up your ass.”
“I do,” Ethan whimpered as heat climbed up his throat and into his cheeks. “I want it all.”
“And yet for a year you haven’t said anything.” Max paused, letting the tension climb. “Are you afraid of me?”
Ethan shuddered as lust ripped through him. It was only a fantasy, a story spun on the spot, but with Max taking it so seriously, Ethan couldn’t help but do the same. He massaged himself through his jeans.
“I’m not...afraid. Not of being hurt by you. I’m...intimidated. I’ve never seen you without your helmet on. You’re like a figment of my imagination. All the leather, the motorcycle—everything screams power and male and I can’t help myself from wanting you. I want to know what it’s like to be close to you. To be bent by you. Forced by you...Without knowing anything about you.”
“Then come closer,” Max beckoned softly, his tone and words pulling a groan from Ethan. He squeezed himself through the denim.
“It’s my last night in the apartment,” Ethan said, panting quietly. “I figure I have nothing left to lose. If you reject me, I’ll never see you again. But if you want me...” The tension is sweet in his veins. “After you come home that night, I knock on your door. I’m so nervous. But I’m excited, too. My heart’s pounding a million beats a second.” He rolled his hips up against his hand. “When you answer the door, you’re still wearing everything. The leather jacket and pants, the helmet. Like they’re intrinsic to who you are and they never come off. I still can’t see who you are.”
“It doesn’t matter who I am.”
The firm statement made him want to groan. It was perfect.
“It doesn’t matter,” Ethan agreed, breathless. He pictured Max’s dark figure in the doorway. “It doesn’t. I don’t have to say a word. You back up and I follow you inside. You don’t even bother to shut the door. You don’t care if anyone sees, because they’ll see only me.”
“See you doing what, Ethan?”
He tipped his head back against the seat rest. “Dropping to my knees and unzipping your pants. Your cock smells like leather. Like musk and sweat. You’re already hard and when I look up at you—” He breathed noisily through his nose. “I can’t see your expression and it makes me feel...”
“It makes you feel what?” Max demanded.
“So weak,” Ethan moaned softly. He caressed his chest with his free hand. “It’s like I’m nothing to you. You’re this powerful man and I’m nothing, just a hot mouth to service you. You intimidate me by simply existing. And that makes me desperate to please you.”
“Then open your mouth,” Max ordered quietly. “Take me between your lips and suck me.”
Ethan moaned louder and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he imagined Max’s cock filling his mouth.
“Touch yourself as you suck me. I want to see how much you enjoy being used by a stranger.”
“I love it,” Ethan panted. He thumbed open the fly on his jeans and yanked the zipper down. A quick fumble and he was bare and hot in his palm, already glistening at the tip. He made a strangled sound as he smeared the wetness down his shaft. “Use me as hard as you want. I can take it.”
“Then take it,” Max said, his voice rough. “Take me so deep that you choke on me.”
Ethan thrust two fingers into his mouth. He sucked them as he stroked himself ruthlessly. This wasn’t about teasing himself. He wanted to get off hard and fast, as though he were there inside his fantasy, kneeling on the floor in front of a stranger, where anyone walking by could see him.
“That’s it,” Max rasped. “Deeper. All the way down your throat, until my balls slap your chin. Feel my gloved hands on the back of your head?”
Ethan moaned his assent.
“I’m pulling you in until you can’t breathe. Until your lungs are as full of me as your throat is. You’re mine. My hole to plug. My hole to fill with my hot, thick semen.”
The word tripped him up, gave him a visual that was too excruciatingly filthy for Ethan to withstand. He pictured himself choking on gallon after gallon of Max’s cum and that was it for him. He cried out around his fingers and curled forward. His cock spilled heat over his jerking fist, slicking the ride.
“God,” he gasped down at his lap. He let his fingers fall out of his mouth as he looked down at the mess he’d made of his other hand.
“Clean yourself up,” Max ordered, his voice whip tight.
Ethan shivered, still riding the high of his orgasm. He sat up and brought his dripping hand to his mouth. He let his eyes fall closed again as he licked his skin clean of his release. He could hear Max breathing beside him. He sounded like a lion preparing to pounce. Ethan was desperate for him.
The sound of the tires changed. He opened his eyes. They were exiting the highway and entering a rest stop.
“Yes,” he blurted.
Max made a strained sound of agreement as he pulled the car into a spot at the back of the parking lot, well away from the other vehicles and semi-trucks. As soon as he killed the engine and pushed the steering wheel up, Ethan attacked him. He pulled at Max’s pants, yanking them open to free his huge erection from all the fabric covering it.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Ethan groaned before he swooped down to swallow as much of Max as he could.
The angle wasn’t the best, but he could tell that Max wouldn’t need much stimulation. He was as worked up as Ethan had been by their fantasy.
He pushed his fingers between Max’s thighs and caressed what he could reach of his taut balls. Max’s cock jerked inside Ethan’s mouth, making Ethan hum encouragingly. He rubbed his tongue where Max was most sensitive before drawing up to the tip and licking into his slit.
“Ethan,” Max groaned. He buried his hands in Ethan’s hair and held him as he thrust up into his mouth. “Nearly there.”
Moaning encouragement, Ethan buried his nose in Max’s groin again, taking him deep. He swallowed around the head of Max’s cock again and again, squeezing it intimately. It was the trigger that coaxed Max to shoot.