Sorry for the missed update yesterday. I burnt the living hell out of my finger, right alongside the knuckle, and it made typing an abject bitch. I hope you got to check out "Will You Drive My Sleigh Tonight?" my Toys4Tots compilation piece. It's full of Christmas innuendo and sexy fluff.
As always, this isn't beta'd, so all the fuck up are mine, I freely own them. What I don't own, though, are the sexy men traipsing through my storyline. SM does and I envy her.
Chapter Thirty-Five
EPOV
Ragged breathing filled the interior of the car, drowning out the music still pouring from the speakers. My hand had wrapped around the handle over the door, the other digging into Carlisle's thigh. He'd cupped his hand over my spurting cock, collecting most of my ejaculate while still applying steady pressure to ensure I emptied my load. His breath washed across my cheek, words I couldn't hear over the roaring in my head falling from his lips. Stroking back up my chest, he cupped my neck, pulling me down to meet his lips in a soul-searing kiss.
"Feel better, baby?" he whispered, his lips still resting against mine. "Relax; I put the car in park."
That was all the permission I needed. Releasing my seatbelt and twisting in one movement, I pinned him against the passenger's side door, ignoring the gear shift jabbing into my hip. His head fell back in invitation, the long column of his throat begging for my lips. I complied, sucking the skin at the juncture of his shoulder between my teeth. The salty musky taste of his skin fueled my passion, my mouth tracing every inch of his throat before finding his hardened nipple through the textured cotton of his polo shirt. The angled thrust of his hips knocked me off balance, slamming my knee into the steering column. Wincing at the pain, I eased away, resting my forehead on his chest, my words coming out in breathy gasps.
"Carlisle, I love your car, don't get me wrong, but it's so not designed for roadside sexcapades."
My body rocked against him when he released a hearty laugh, the gear shift digging into my hipbone again. Reluctantly I sat up, in time to see him lift his cum-covered hand and swipe his tongue from palm to fingertip. Groaning, my dick stirred again at the thoroughly erotic sight. I swallowed convulsively, my eyes closing, while I begged for mercy.
"Enough, please. It's already taking everything I have not to pull you out of the car and fuck you on the hood." His breath hitched and I smirked. "However, the possibility of getting caught and arrested is the only thing saving your ass." Leaning across him, I opened the glove box to find some napkins to clean myself up, shivering when he bit the sensitive skin below my ear. "Babe," I growled, "I will fuck you senseless the minute we get to the hotel, but for now, you have—"
He slid his tongue into my ear, breaking my chain of thought. Leaning away, he removed the napkins from my lax hand, making short work of cleaning up the mess he created. With a final stroke across my once again turgid shaft, he tucked me away, and then re-zipped my shorts.
"Why don't you stop telling me what you're going to do, and get to the hotel so you can show me?" His teasing fingers punctuated his words.
Dragging in a deep breath through my nose, I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus. Then, shifting the car into drive, I found the exit and pulled back onto the highway. We still had five days before we headed back to Chicago, plenty of time to deal with the other shit. Until then, I needed Carlisle twenty ways to Sunday, and I planned to take advantage of every minute I had at my disposal. Scouring road signs, I searched for the first available, big chain hotel. When I drilled my man into the mattress, fucking him senseless, I wanted to make sure he had decent pillows under his ass.
Yeah, Carlisle's stunt with his hand and tongue—smoked two cigarettes writing that. These men are going to kill me yet.