It was his fault. His fault that he was bent over the hood of James’ car, the metal still hot. His fault that his legs were spread, jeans yanked down just far enough, and his ass in the air, quivering, waiting for what he knew was coming next.
His cheeks were red as he panted, trying to catch his breath. A drop of sweat slid off his nose onto the hot metal of the car hood. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He stared at the reflection in the windshield of the body behind him when large hands grabbed his hips and yanked him backwards.
He cried out as he was taken. Hard, fast and without mercy. Between the hot metal of the car and the heat of the body behind him, he was on fire. His moans and gasps echoed in the large garage, becoming louder as he was slammed into. There was no bare skin behind him. Denim scratched him with every thrust.
Low pants and growls echoed in his ear. His hard cock was still half-trapped in his jeans. He whimpered, begging for anything. A touch, a word, anything other than the sound of their skin and clothes slapping together.
His fingers curled against the hood of the car, finding no place to hold on. His body shook with every thrust. He bit down on his lip to keep the scream from escaping. Not yet, not yet. His hair stuck to the back of his neck and face, his pants fogging up the black metal of the hood. Not yet.
Fingers tightened around his hips. Each movement became more and more erratic. The growls and pants became louder. Teeth found his neck and bit down, making him arch backward and scream. Not. Yet. He had to wait until-
“Come.”
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Jameson // Metallica
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