𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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I can't believe I'm doing this, but I get into Kate's car and put my hands on the steering wheel as I roll down the windows to catch my breath. 

It was difficult to cope with the new facts I learned. I pushed until I heard this shit, but am I happy with what's going on right now? Maybe some questions would never be answered, and that would be better for everyone.

I put my hand on my chest and tried to suppress the panic attack that was approaching as fast as a car going off a cliff. Wet was dripping down my face, and Kate and Sam were about to return to the living room at any moment and ask Matt where I was. I knew I had to collect myself before going back out there. It was like being torn apart and put back together.

At that moment, I noticed that the door next to me opened and a shadow was crawling on the dark street. It was Matt. 

I closed the windows very quickly, maybe tried to move to lock the doors, but it was too late. He sat next to me. He waited silently for a while. I looked at him. He looked at me. To my soul or to my face. It was something like this. 

That's the last thing I know before his lips crash into mine.

"We can't..." I awkwardly tried to push him away as I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth on my skin, "Not here, I..."

His lips quickly closed over mine. His hands roamed over my body while he plugged my mouth with his tongue. Like crazy. He wasn't even breathing, I couldn't breathe. His palms were on my face, in my hair, on the side of my neck, on my shoulders, on my waist, and the next moment they were around my crotch. 

He touched me openly, muffled moans mixing together as his mouth engulfed my lips. "Drive," he panted, "Take us away from here."

"Them..."

"We'll say we went out to get drinks."

Madness. The madness caught us both off guard. This was nothing more than a mental eclipse. I started the car because we left our girlfriends there. What was I thinking? Actually, was I even thinking about it? 

We didn't even look at each other for a moment as my shaking hands gripped the steering wheel. I just walked towards a side street. It was a few blocks from Matt's house.

I stopped the car. When I turned my head towards him, his palms gripped my face very hard. That old feeling, raw and masculine. Completely primitive. No kindness. No kindness or sensitivity. We started kissing each other very quickly. His facial hair was scratching my face, leaving red marks on my skin that I would probably awkwardly try to hide for the rest of the night. It was like we wanted to eat each other. I groaned. Matt was groaning too. I didn't touch him properly but I knew he was as hard as I was.

He came towards me until the top of my head hit the window. He pinned me down. He didn't give us time to complain or think about what we were doing. We knew we had very little time. So he loosened my belt with one hand and growled against my lips, "Damn Ben, my cock feels like it's going to explode."

Our saliva mixed together, separated into a thin thread, and flowed down my chin. Essence. The warmth we felt under our clothes mixed together. I moved back to lean my head against the window and Matt leaned over me in his seat, at which point his face positioned himself in front of my crotch. I shuddered from head to toe when I realized what he was about to do. 

He pulled down my zipper, one of his hands was wrapped around my boxers, and I couldn't help myself as he wrapped the warmth of his palm around my dick. I was biting my lip so hard that blood was leaking into my mouth. I gasped when Matt lifted his eyes to mine. Realizing what he wanted to do, I lifted my ass off the couch and his fists pulled my underwear along with my pants down to my hips.