By the time my seat is situated, he seems to get the hint. He kicks his shoes off, unbuckles his pants with what looks to be shaky hands, and shoves them down his legs with conviction before tossing a leg over my lap and straddling me. Our lips collide in a violent crash of carnal need, cocks rubbing together as we both rut into one another.

My fingers dig into his ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks, and I swallow his needy groan. “Fuck, Cash,” I whisper in between kissing him. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“So are you.” We can barely pull our lips apart for seconds at a time to get words out, like we might fucking die if we aren’t as connected as possible. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“I need you,” I confess into his mouth. “I need to be inside you.”

“So, fuck me.” He smiles against my lips and a jolt of lust shoots through me. Digging into the center console blindly, I pull out the packet of lube I stored in there.

“Dean Philips… you keep lube in your car? You’re fucking filthy.” He gives me a wicked grin that I can feel in my balls.

“You have no idea, Bambi,” I growl. Bringing my slick fingers down his crack, I massage my fingers around the puckered hole, teasing with light pressure, as I yank his lips back down on mine. As soon as his tongue dives into my mouth, stroking mine, I breach the muscle, shoving a finger into the third knuckle. He gasps into my mouth before sucking on my tongue.

He wastes no time riding my finger, whimpering when I remove it. Inserting two, I crook my fingers and graze that spot inside him that makes him light up for me. His head throws back, and he grabs his cock, stroking while he grinds on my fingers.

His tongue dips out, wetting his lips, before sucking his bottom one between his teeth. I’m now three fingers deep, really working him open. He’s beautiful coming undone. I fucking love it. Withdrawing my fingers from his ass, I lather my cock up before lining myself up to his tight hole.

He doesn’t wait for me to take action, lowering himself down onto my length and moaning loudly with every inch he takes. As soon as I’m fully seated, he twirls his hips, causing my eyes to roll back.