Hummer
Drew’s hands slid under Emmett’s sweater, grabbing bare skin at his waist
and pulling him forward. Emmett whimpered into his mouth and tried to get over
the console between their seats.
Then it was the steering wheel, digging into his back, but Drew slid his seat
back as far as he could and reclined it a bit. Emmett straddled Drew’s lap, one
leg quickly going numb pinned between the seat and door, but it didn’t stop him
from grinding against the bulge in Drew’s pants.
Drew broke the kiss and bit Emmett’s neck, hands splayed possessively over his
back. “I have to fuck you.” He arched his back and groaned when Emmett started
moving faster. “Let’s go to the hotel,” he demanded hoarsely. His hands slid
down to cup Emmett’s ass, to still him, but the harder he squeezed, the harder
Emmett humped his crotch, kissing him hungrily.
When Emmett whimpered again, he was jerking and gasping and Drew couldn’t help
coming too.
Emmett collapsed against him, rubbing his damp cheek against Drew’s jacket. He
smiled when Drew kissed his forehead. “We are going to the hotel now. I’m going
to fuck you--”
Emmett looked up and smiled at Drew’s dazed face. For once he hadn’t called the
shots and Drew Boyd looked like he’d just been sacked. Emmett laughed, a little
breathless yet, and shook his head. “I told you I’m not that kind of girl. You
still owe me dinner first.”
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