"You wanna play this way and stay quiet? Fine by me." His hands go to his own belt, unbuckling it slow, never breaking eye contact. The leather hisses through the loops before dropping to the bed of the truck with a clank.
"I'm gonna take my time now. And every time you make a sound—"
He shoves his jeans down his hips, freeing his dick, hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip
"—I'm gonna reward you. And every time you stay quiet—"
He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around his member, stroking slow.
"—I'm gonna make it harder for you."
My eyes wide at the scene, this crazy mother… I think before my thoughts are interrupted as his head drops back, a groan slipping out of him, shameless.
"Your move, Alex. You want this?" He looks down at me eyes glinting.
Holding himself out toward me, offering. Wagging himself left and right. I blush. This entire scene is almost juvenile.
"Fine." I say plainly determination on my face. I breathe deep slowly committing myself to this. I'm not about to lose to some cocky guy I just met. I pretending to shyly reach out before reaching past his length to grab his bare ass and pulling down. I smile as a yelp slips through his lips caught off guard. His bare heavy body on top of mine I line up our erections together and give an experimental thrust.
The breath punches out of me the second our cocks slide together, hot and hard and slick. My hips buck forward on instinct, chasing the friction and he follows a second later.
"Fuck—"
He groans loud, no shame, one hand bracing beside my head while the other wraps around both of us, holding us together. His forehead drops to mine, breath coming ragged. I blush a bit this somehow more intimate than we've been so far.
"There it is. That's what I wanted Alex."
He starts moving, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, dragging us against each other in his rough grip. The sound is obscene, skin on skin, the wet head of my cock catching against his with every thrust.
"You feel that? Feel how hard you got me?" He asks trying to coax words from me. To get me to lose.
I grin and take over from his hand my pace quickening, his balls drawing tight already. "I'm too worked up, been wanting this since I spotted you across the fire." He breathes out onto my lips. My hand squeezes tighter, strokes faster.
"Shit, Alex—gonna make me finish too quick if you keep—"
A shudder runs through him, whole body tensing. My eyes grow wide as he bites down on my shoulder to muffle the noise that rips out of him, hips stuttering as he spills heat between us, coating my cock and fist with himself.
Panting, he lifts his head, face flushed, grin crooked
"Don't worry. Ain't done with you yet." He says before winking.
His slicked hand wraps around me again, working me fast and dirty now.
I moan out a slight whimper in my throat. The friction delicious.
The sound hits me like a shot of whiskey and I blush realising he could hear me. He grins against my skin, hand never slowing.
"There it is. Knew you had it in you Alex now let me hear more."
He lifts his head to watch my face, stroking me faster, his own spend slicking the way. The obscene wet sounds fill the night air, mixing with distant music and crackling fire
"C'mon, let me hear more. Been waitin' for this." He says coming close to my mouth again.
His rough thumb presses into my slit again, twisting on the upstroke. His other hand pins my hip down when I try to thrust up into the grip.
"Nah, you don't get to take control. This is my show." He says then licks my lips.
He leans down, teeth scraping along my jaw, breath hot against my ear. My body flushes with blood. The heat intense and addicting.
"You're close. I can feel it. You're twitchin' in my hand, balls tight, tryin' so hard to hold on." His grip tightens, pace turning brutal. "Don't." he whispers in my ear before biting down on my earlobe.
"Let go for me, Alex. Wanna feel you make a mess all over my hand. Wanna hear you say my name." His tongue drags up the curve of my neck.
Fuck. I think while clenching my eyes shut. This bastard…
"Do it. Now Alex… please" he whispers in my ear and something breaks inside me at that moment.
I moan out as I try thrusting again but his hands still my hips. I bite my lip again refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. To admit I need more. I stare into his eyes before we both break into a slight grin, clearly having too much fun testing each other this way.
His laugh comes out breathless, strained. Watching me with intention like seeing me fight against his wishes like I was did something to him he wasn't expecting.
"Stubborn. I like that. Alex." He says my name like it fits comfortably on his tongue. Like he has known it his whole life. Like instinct.
He eased up just enough to let me move before slamming my hips down, pinning me flat again. Laughing his hand keeps working me over, wrist must be aching from the pace but he doesn't let up.
"But unfortunately for you Alex… I like winnin' more…" He says grinning.