I kissed his neck, working my way to his shoulder. Tyler had a build like a porn star playing the role of a librarian. I ran my fingers along the curves of his bicep, wondering if he went to the gym or if it came from moving boxes of books all day. When we weren’t so stiff, I’d bring my sketchbook to the library and find out for myself.
“You’re beautiful.” I nuzzled against his neck.
“Can I confess something?”
“You did get married in a prison?”
He sat back, his hands cupping my face. “I thought about this a lot. Not obsessively can’t live without you amounts, but enough. I always wanted to know what happened to that kid.”
Hearing him say that made something in me loosen—like I’d been holding my breath for twenty years. “He grew up.”
“Yes, he did.” He smiled.
“He needs to make up for lost time.” I ran my hand along his chest, my fingers buried in chest hair. I wanted to ask if he believed in fate? Had everything been leading to this reunion? It started with Firefly, but could it end here? The scared kid I’d been back then wouldn’t have known what to say, but now? I was learning to form the words.
He reached behind him, fingers grazing my cock. There was a long list of things I wanted to do with… andtoTyler. “If I were flexible, I’d have my legs on your shoulders.”
His eyes widened. Was he strictly a bottom? I could live with that. There were plenty of things to?—
“Let’s make more room.” He pushed the door open. The sound of rain pelting the gravel was loud enough to drown out any protest. I was about to ask what he had in mind when he slid off my lap, stepping into the rain. I could feel the humidity rush through the car as Tyler held his arms raised over his head.
“You’re crazy.”
“If you’re offering up that ass, I’m going to find a way.”
Nope. Not strictly a bottom.
He held out his hand. This was insanity. I had to smile. Adventure. I hadn’t been specific with what I wanted—and now the universe got creative. It wasn’t the idea of getting railed by this stud that made me smile, though it didn’t hurt. Tyler had already pushed the needle toward adventure, and this was just another instance in which he pushed me out of my comfort zone.
I stepped into the rain.
He grabbed my neck, bellies pressed together as he kissed me. In a summer downpour, I kissed the most beautiful man in Firefly. Water ran down our faces while we made up for lost time. The intensity of all the kisses that could have been focused on this moment.
He spun me about, stepping behind me. I could feel his cock slide between the cheeks of my ass. His arm wrapped around my chest while he continued kissing along my neck. I leaned my head back, letting the rain pelt my face. It was crazy in all the right ways.
Tyler’s free hand gripped my hip. Before I knew what happened, he thrust his hips, forcing me forward. I braced my hands against the side of his car. This wasn’t how I imagined the evening going. I hoped our hand-holding would turn into making out. I’d somehow make a fool of myself, and we’d both have a laugh. His cock slid between my legs as I arched my back, giving him the signal that we could skip the foreplay.
Mostly.
Tyler moved, and a second later, I moaned loud enough to wake the dead as his tongue pressed against my hole. I wanted him in me enough to skip a few steps. It’d have served as a painful reminder the next day. Thankfully, one of us retained some common sense.
Reaching between my legs, he milked my cock while I pushed against his tongue. Our encounter at Spectrum had been hot, but it had ended before the main event. I regretted not bending over the sink and begging him to fuck me. With his tongue buried in me as he stroked my cock, it hadbeen worth the wait. However, I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“Fuck me,” I said. The storm swallowed the words. “Fuck me!” As Tyler stood up, I was certain he heard my demands.
In an abandoned drive-in theater, Tyler pressed his cock against my ass. It had been long enough that I winced. Not long enough that it deterred me from wanting more. I widened my stance, forcing my body to relax as he let me control the pace. Cute. I shoved back, gasping as I discovered his cock was just as thick as the rest of him.
He held onto my hips, preventing me from taking any more of him. It felt like an eternity before he proceeded. I reached under me, gripping my cock as he started a slow rocking motion. I had to wonder how many times we’d have done this if I hadn’t left Firefly that summer. Would it have been twenty years of outdoor orgasms?
He leaned forward, his stomach resting on my ass. “Ready?”
My grunt sufficed.
Thunder rumbled in the distance as he pulled at my hips. Tyler pushed until I reached the base. I wanted to gasp or moan, but… I laughed. The absurdity of being at an abandoned drive-in while it poured, my childhood crush buried inside me… it had peaked. I imagined this scenario was in every book I designed covers for.
“Are you okay?” Tyler had his hands on my stomach, leaning as close as his belly allowed. “Did I hurt you?”
“It’s perfect,” I shouted. I didn’t care about the house orwhat tomorrow might bring. Right then, I had fulfilled my teenage fantasy, and it was perfection.
