by April Kelley
“Okay, giving you guys privacy,” Germ said a second later and then the comm device went dead.
“You’re not treating me like that,” Sydney said right before latching on to Max’s neck like a leech, sucking up a mark.
At the same time, Sydney trailed a hand down Max’s chest to his stomach, reaching for the button on his jean’s. He had them open, and his hand wrapped around Max’s cock in seconds. “Fuck. Sydney.”
“Mmmm.”
Max couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his truck door and got out, lifting Sydney in his arms as best as he could. Sydney might be smaller than him by a couple inches, but the man was no lightweight. He was pure muscle and heavy, especially when he did absolutely nothing to help Max’s cause. It seemed Sydney had an agenda of his own, and that was driving Max crazy with lust.
Max pulled open the back door of his truck and laid Sydney across the seat. Sydney didn’t waste time. He stripped his pants and underwear off, throwing them on the floor of the truck. Max climbed in and shut the door behind him.
He looked at Sydney, studying him for long seconds.
“Fuck me.”
Max shook his head. “I’ll give you the truck because you made me so fucking horny I don’t want to stop long enough to get you to a proper bed, but I won’t ever fuck you. I’m done with that from now on.”
Sydney gripped his shirt and pulled him down, getting right in his face. “Stick your dick in me.”
Max grinned. “How weird am I if that kinda turned me on just now?”
“Max.” Sydney let him go and sighed when Max’s finger returned to his hole, rubbing around the pucker. Sydney’s eyes closed and he looked as if he was about ready to die of pleasure. God, he was the sexiest thing Max had ever seen.
Max reached into the center console and lifted the lid. Because it came up, blocking his way to the compartment inside, he had to reach his arm around it to pull out the lube he kept there. He also pulled out a box of condoms.
“Put the condom on me,” Max said tossing the box at Sydney. It landed on his chest. Sydney picked it up without a word and opened it, pulling one out.
Max put lube on his fingers and didn’t even wait to warm it up. He just thrust two fingers inside Sydney and then held them there, waiting for Sydney to get adjusted to the feeling. Sydney grunted when he did that, but he still rolled the condom down Max’s cock. Just that touch alone had Max gritting his teeth at the pleasure.
Max pulled his fingers out, then thrust them back in again. He started a rhythm that made Sydney push against him with each push of his fingers inside. Max added another finger and watched Sydney’s face carefully, looking for any signs of displeasure.
“Please,” Sydney moaned out.
Max pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock. He braced himself with a hand on the door, trying not to put all of his weight on Sydney. He pressed in slowly, and apparently that was too slow for Sydney because he grabbed Max by his shirt and pulled him down. “Hard.”
Max pumped into him, his skin slamming against Sydney’s, showing him no mercy. “This what you want?”
Sydney nodded his head.
Max moaned when Sydney lifted his legs, allowing him to go deeper. Sydney’s mouth fell open, and he moaned every time Max slammed into him. He started to shut his eyes, the pleasure too much apparently, but Max grabbed his chin. “You want it like this, then you have to look at me. Don’t look away.”
Sydney nodded, his gaze meeting Max’s. Max saw the intensity of their lovemaking, and it matched his own. Max took Sydney’s cock in his hand and jacked him off to the punishing rhythm he set. Sydney cried out after just a couple tugs and the muscles surrounding Max’s cock clamped around him, creating a vice. Sydney’s cum covered his hand and he still kept tugging. His movements slowed, became erratic and he shouted out his release.
Max didn’t even let go of Sydney’s cock when he collapsed on top of him.
Sydney put his arms around him, holding him close.
“Next time we’ll do it the way you want,” Sydney mumbled and yawned.
Max smiled. “That’s what you said last time.”
“You don’t mind?”
“That you top from the bottom? Naw. I think it’s cute. But you know you can top from the top right?”
“Next time, maybe.” Sydney yawned.
“Don’t fall asleep, Syd. I’m not carrying you all the way upstairs.”
“Shit, I forgot you fucked me in the truck like I was someone you picked up in the bar.”
Max opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. He moved off Sydney, his cock falling out of Sydney.
Sydney chuckled. “I’m kidding.”
Max shook his head and didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Sydney might have been joking with him, but Max didn’t think it was funny. Max sat up, taking the condom off his soft cock. He pulled his pants up. He opened the truck door and was going to get out, but Sydney slammed against him, sitting on him.
“It was only a joke. I know that’s not what I am to you.”
Max looked at Sydney. “Is that what I am to you?”
Sydney cupped his cheek. “You’re insecure.”
“Yes. A little bit. I mean, you know how I feel and this whole time I’ve been trying to prove to you and myself that I’m ready to commit. But you’ve never said that’s what you want.”
Sydney frowned. “I’ve said that I want to sleep next to you. I meant I want that every night, Max.”
“Only me?”
Sydney narrowed his eyes. “Fuck you if you think I’m a cheater.”
“So we’re exclusive?”
“That’s what I want, yeah. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
Sydney leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Max’s. “I’m sorry I teased you about something serious. For the record, I wanted you so much that I couldn’t wait to get upstairs. That’s the only reason we’re still in the truck.”
“Okay.”
Sydney kissed the cut on Max’s head. “When Guthrie hit you and I saw the blood, I just... I guess I needed to know that you were really okay. That he hadn’t hurt you. That’s why I wanted it rough. I need to feel that you’re safe and here with me.”
Oh god, now Max felt like shit. Instead of making light of the punches he took, Max just held him close. “I’m not going anywhere, Syd.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to sleep next to you all night long and tomorrow we’re going to spend every moment together.” Max kissed Sydney’s cheek and then whispered, “We’ll make love again at some point. Go see my dad. We’ll go for a walk on the beach, maybe watch the sunset. And then start all over again the next day.”
Sydney smiled. “You’re very good at that.”
“At what?”
“At being charming.”
“I wasn’t trying too.”
“I know. With me, you mean it, and that’s what makes it so romantic.”
Max kissed him. Then he pulled away, looking down at Sydney with his T-shirt on and nothing else. His spent cock lay limp against his leg and cum was drying on his thigh and a small corner of his shirt. “You look like a debauched sexy dark angel.”
“Dark angel, huh?” Sydney leaned his head against Max’s shoulder.
“Yeah.” Max ran his fingers through Sydney’s hair. “All this black hair and your darker skin tone. Very sexy, baby.”
When Sydney yawned again and his body started going lax against Max, he whispered, “Come on. Let’s go to bed, baby.”
About the Author
Living in Southwest Michigan, April resides with her husband and two kids. She has been an avid reader for several years. Ever since she wrote her first story at the age of ten, the characters in her head still won’t stop telling their stories. If April isn’t reading or writing, she can be found outside playing with the animals or taking a long walk in t
he woods.
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