by Suki Fleet
Nicky let his head fall back as his neck muscles went slack. He wanted to be manhandled and roughly jerked off.
Cai pushed him down onto the grass and shoved at his jeans. He pinned Nicky. Or at least tried to. Nicky squirmed—a mess of hands and arms, his dick seeking the warmth of Cai’s bare stomach to thrust against. Needing skin. Aching for it.
Cai shoved at his trousers and dipped to meet him. One ragged thrust after another. There it was. Gaze fixed on Cai’s face, Nicky lifted his head to catch Cai’s large nipples with his tongue. Then his teeth.
Cai drew back sharply, his eyes a little wild.
Nicky panted. “No pain. Just the edge of it. It’ll make you come harder.”
He lifted his hips, squashing his dick between his hip bone and Cai’s.
Cai thrust against him harder. Understanding what he wanted.
“Show me and make it good for me another time.” Cai’s breath shuddered. “I’m gonna come hard.”
“Yeah? I wanna see it. Stay with me. Don’t look away.”
It was as though they were connected by an invisible web. Cai’s eyes shone in the darkness.
When the world narrowed. They were all that was left. The only lights in the dark.
“Vivian got you a present,” Nicky said as they got back in the van.
“Yeah? What?”
“It’s either a joke or it’s in bad taste.”
“She didn’t.”
“Yup. In a box in the back.”
“We have to let them off.”
“We could just dump them.”
“And someone finds them? No. Come on. We do it here. And we drive away while they light up the sky behind us.”
“Like we’re in some movie and this is our exit scene?”
“Nah. These would be the opening credits. The film hasn’t even started yet.”
“Oh. You might want to open the glovebox too. Gemma left us some things she rescued from the house.”
“If I open the glovebox, everything is going to fall out of it.”
“All the stuff that used to be in the glovebox is in a bag in the back. Just open it.”
The glovebox dropped open with a clack, much like Cai’s jaw. “Oh. My. God. How much?”
“Enough?”
“More than,” Cai gasped, picking up a wad and flicking through.
“Breathe, Cai. Just breathe.”
Author Bio
Award Winning Author. Prolific Reader (though less prolific than she’d like). Lover of angst, romance and unexpected love stories.
Suki Fleet writes lyrical stories about memorable characters, and believes everyone should have a chance at a happy ending.
Her first novel This is Not a Love Story won Best Gay Debut in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, and was a finalist in the 2015 Lambda Awards.
Her novel Foxes won Best Gay Young Adult in the 2016 Rainbow Awards.
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Also by Suki Fleet:
This is Not a Love Story
Wild Summer
Skeleton
Innocence
The Glass House
Falling
Lima Oscar Victor Echo and The Truth About Everything
Foxes
Te Quiero
Just Like Heaven
Wildflowers