Krew moaned and clamped his hand on my ass and pressed our cocks even tighter together. “Deck, I need this—need you,” he whispered in my mouth.
Jesus—the fucking rush. I wanted more too—demanded it from his mouth, from his body.
Krew pushed his left knee between my legs, and deepened the kiss. I groaned in response to his salacious assault on my senses, my body was ready to combust from my overpowering desire for him.
“For Christ sakes.” A voice behind me yanked me out of my lust-induced haze. Krew stiffened and pulled back slightly.
I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “Keep kissing me.”
“Tell them to do that somewhere else,” another person growled.
“Why me?” the first person whined.
“Because you’re closer. Now do it—we don’t have time for this bullshit. I have to go talk to the detective.”
“Jesus. Fine.”
A moment later, a strong tap on my shoulder had me releasing Krew. I reluctantly turned my head, purposefully keeping my body—and the gun in my pocket, pressed into Krew, and looked at a uniformed cop, who was far from comfortable.
The man was pissed off, and disgust was written all over his ugly mug at our very public display of affection. I hoped it was enough to sidetrack him from asking us questions about the diner.
“Unless you want to be in jail for public indecency, take your queer asses out of here,” the cop commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I uttered, and got into my vehicle. Krew went around to the passenger side, and did the same. Before the cop changed his mind, I started the truck and swung it around, heading in the opposite direction of the chaos at the diner.
I’d driven several blocks before I realized Krew was still breathing hard. I glanced his way, and he was so still, I wondered if he was going to be sick.
From kissing me?
“Krew?” I turned onto a side street, pulled over and shut off the engine. “What’s wrong?”
I could barely see his face. Without any street lights nearby, we were sitting in the dark.
“Krew,” I uttered again.
He turned and leaned toward me. His breathing was still heavy, but now I could see his eyes—and they were filled with the same desperate desire I was feeling. As I was about to reach for him, his mouth slammed against mine as his fingers dug through my hair. The pain on my scalp was a welcome pleasure, as was the press of his lips, his tongue invading my mouth.
I took what Krew was giving, and I gave it right back. Between our frenzied hands, we frantically undid our jeans, and untucked our cocks. My hand on his. His on mine. And never once did our mouths lose connection.
“Fuck,” I growled against his lips. The friction of his grip had me rocking my hips upward to meet his downward strokes. “So good.”
“Deck,” he groaned as he pulled away slightly and stared into my eyes. “I missed you so damn much.”
I tightened my grip on his cock. “Don’t stop stroking my dick.” My command was sharp, and I regretted my domineering tone until I looked into Krew’s eyes—the glazed lust in them conveyed he’d liked it.
Krew crashed our mouths together again, the kiss hard and drugging. He then pulled back, and focused on stroking my dick in earnest.
As his hand jacked me faster, the familiar pleasurable surge of electricity was building up in my balls and I was about to come. But I didn’t want to come alone.
“Deck, I need to taste you.”
My nuts instantly tightened and my gut constricted at his words. “Too late,” I hissed and came all over Krew’s hand. Not two seconds later, Krew grunted out my name, shuddered, and spilled his seed onto my hand.
As Krew’s eyes met mine, he lifted his hand to his mouth and ran his tongue over the milky fluid. Another shiver ran through my body as I watched him lap up every drop of my essence—and the need to taste my cum on his lips had my softening dick quickly getting hard again.
I lifted my hand and greedily licked up every drop of Krew’s spend before I leaned in and kissed him. The taste of our combined jizz when our tongues met only heightened my need to turn Krew around and fuck him until we couldn’t move.
He chuckled, which pulled me out of my lustful thoughts. Neither of us said a word as we sat there, in the dark, in the hushed quiet of the truck cab. The only sounds were our breathing, and the smell of sex in the air.
