"Don't torture me till I'm as mad as yourself." — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
The trees blew past us, diminishing to mere dots as we sped down the road. His right hand went to his shirt, opening a button at the top, letting air in. Was he just feeling hot due to the humidity or was it the sexual tension? My groin twitched again, and I have had enough of this. I couldn’t have me squirming on top the seat any longer.
"I want you. Here. Now." I growled impatiently, hijacking his attention at once. He gaped at me, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear. I didn’t care where we were. We could be in the middle of nowhere for all the fucks I wanted to give about the surroundings. It was gravely annoying that I barely had any control over myself when he was near. I felt like an idiotic teenager with raging hormones.
"The fuck you mean?" His eyes widened, "You could've just said that back at the house. I wouldn’t have taken my car out for nothing. Now I need to drive all the way back to Jeremy's. Jesus, your timing is just impeccable." The last line had all the sarcasm in the world, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, "Then don't go back."
"What in the hell do you mean? Are we supposed to have sex on the streets?" He replied incredulously, making me scoff. Was he that stupid? Here I was getting harder each second making my pants become uncomfortable, "No, you fucking idiot. In the car."
"Wait, what? You want me to fuck you in the car? Jeez, Tobias, this is really some kind of—"
"What? It's hot. Halt the car somewhere secluded, and I'm transferring to the back seat." I declared as he followed suit, driving for a few more minutes before stopping the car in a clearing by the woods, while I leaped to the backside of the car, adjusting myself on the spacious seat. He came after me, squeezing his body as he came on into the backside. I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him harshly to my side, smashing my mouth against his. He leaned in, enveloping his lips with mine, as my hands reached for the hem of his shirt, frantically attempting to remove it. I quickly adjusted my position as I laid down on the long seat, offering him the opportunity to climb on top of me, which he did in no time.
My tongue wrapped around his, fighting for dominance as my body pressed against the cold leather seat, making me shiver. My fingers worked on his shirt buttons, opening them with stark impatience. I could feel his tongue sliding against mine, as my hand worked on the unbuttoned shirt, ripping it off him, "Relax." He whispered against my mouth, wrapping me up in a languorous kiss. I bit down his bottom lip, one hand roaming around his back, while the other fumbled with his belt buckle, "Fuck, go easy. Relax, Harris. Relax." He moaned, his erection straining against his trousers, "Just fuck me already, then." I growled with the utmost dominance in my voice as he chuckled against my mouth, peeling the shirt off my back.
"Who knew you were that wild?" He joked, as I kissed him again, my hand undoing his belt. The buckle opened up with a sharp clank, while my fingers grabbed the belt whimsically, pulling it off with zero effort. His kisses were at par normal when we started, but my recklessness seemed to have driven him off the edge, and now he was being equally rough.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, making me groan while he worked on my clothes hastily, taking off the shirt first, and then pulling down the pants. My fingers tugged at the hem of his jeans pulling the trousers down before my fumbling hand undid the zipper. His tongue slid around mine with a detrimental intensity as if he was hanging on to life itself. His subtle cologne swam in my nostrils, turning me on even further, “Fuck me, please.” I begged, my hands reaching his back, trailing the nails along the spine, “Ah!” He winced in pain, feeling droplets of blood appear on the skin.
“Spread your legs. Quick!” He panted with ragged breaths, and I did as he told, his mouth finally descending down from my mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing along my jaw. My hormones were palpitating across my bones, while I felt myself going rock hard, a hollowing desire flowing in through my blood stream. I felt him readjust his position with an Infinitesimal movement, placing himself between my legs while he buckled his hips, lunging forward with a tremendous force, driving the breath out of my lungs.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out, throwing my head back against the seat, my muscles visibly tensing with him suddenly entering me, “You alright?” As sudden as it was, there was a look in his eyes, the grey orbs scanning my face with an expression I couldn’t comprehend, “I will be, once you get your ass moving!” I snapped at him, beads of sweat breaking out against my skin. My answer met a dark chuckle, as he interlaced his fingers with mine, slamming the back of my palm against the seat with him holding it in place. He began moving harshly, pushing himself inside with sudden rash moves, and within seconds, the pain I was under, morphed into white hot pleasure as I felt him hit the spot over and over again. His silky auburn hair fell on my face, sweat coating my brow.
“You're so hot,” I moaned against his mouth, one hand rising up to his cheek, “So are you,” He replied with ragged breaths, when I ran my nails along his jaw, digging them in as I threw his face off to the other direction with a lethal scratch, “Ow.” The red trails of the impact were visible on his jaw, and he fixed his gaze back on me, his mouth opening under mine, “You’re so rough.” Before I could come up with a biting reply, he increased his pace out of the blue, my knees buckling to keep up with him. A low grunt escaped from his throat, as he crouched his torso down to meet my chest, his teeth grazing along the flesh, often nibbling with a slight pinch, “You’re gonna leave marks everywhere!” I shrieked, running my free hand along his back.
“That’s the point, sweetheart,” He gave me a devious smirk, his masculine features blending in the translucent darkness because of the presence of streetlights almost fifty feet away from us, “Kiss me, dammit!” I growled desperately, getting overwhelmed by how swiftly he moved in and out of me, “Gladly.” He mused, bringing his face up to meet mine, when I darted my tongue out, eagerly licking his lips. He acknowledged my enthusiasm by wrapping his tongue around mine, his fingers still interlaced with mine, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Harris. For so long.”
I basked in the warmth his body and words provided me with, “The feeling is mutual.” I replied, sucking on his lower lip, while he explored every inch of my mouth with his tongue, “You drive me crazy,” He breathed against my mouth, while I relished the taste of him, sliding my tongue against his own, “You make me question all my morals,” He continued, closing his eyes slightly only to open them again, as they bore straight into mine, “Do you believe in morals?” I questioned him, feeling him slow down the pace of his moving, “I did. Until now.” He leaned in, capturing my lips softly, while I eagerly returned it, and for a moment I believed he didn’t really hate me. Our mouths were on eachother, and there existed a few seconds where he was pushing himself slowly, synchronizing his breath with mine—which felt like something more than two people fucking heedlessly based on their animalistic instincts. To my horror, I found myself craving for more of that—that thing.
“You've to gotta be kidding me!”
“Cole!?”