Long minutes passed. He didn’t try to rush things, and Ed didn’t try to push for more, though Sammy could tell that the slow progress was killing him. He could almost imagine Ed grabbing him by the hips and holding him in place so he could slam into Sammy’s body. The image sent a thrill down his spine, and he almost thought that was just what he wanted. Except, the slow pace was perfect in its own way. Something to be savored as the pleasure wrapped around him in tighter and tighter spirals.
Sammy sank down the final inch and they both shuddered as he became fully seated.
“Worth it?” Ed choked out.
“Worth it.” Sammy murmured, just before pressing his mouth to Ed’s. He was starting to feel a little light-headed. Possibly for lack of air. But that didn’t stop him from seeking out Ed’s lips and plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth. They were completely bound together, every inch of their bodies touching in the back of the small car. Sammy had never been so connected to another person. Had never even imagined he could be so connected. Sex was always something he had been curious about and interested in, but not for anything beyond the physical pleasure. This was something more than physical pleasure. It was something beyond comprehension.
Sammy began to rock, like he had before, except without so much force. Each stroke was shallow. He could only stand to lose an inch or two of Ed’s length before he eased backward again. He loved the sense of being completely full. He loved the way Ed’s cock throbbed against his flesh. He felt every twitch of his tense muscles, every pulsing heartbeat, and every breath.
The friction threatened to consume him. He knew if he moved in longer strokes or faster thrusts, he would lose it and come all over Ed’s chest. Which sounded like a perfect plan, except, he didn’t want it to end too soon. He had to dig deep, drawing on pools of self-control he thought had long since run dry, just to keep the rhythm at something easy and manageable.
“Don’t stop,” Ed murmured.
“I won’t.”
“Please.”
“I won’t,” Sammy rasped.
“You’re so tight. And so hot. I just…”
“Need you.” Sammy would have been embarrassed at the inadvertent admission, but Ed already knew that much. He must have known. He must have felt it with every shaking breath, and in every hungry kiss.
“Take what you need,” Ed encouraged. “Just…do whatever you need…”
Sammy didn’t know what that was. He knew his body ached for more. “I can’t…yet…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ed cupped Sammy’s face. “This won’t be our last time. Promise you that.”
Sammy smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Good.”
With Ed’s assurances still echoing in his ears, Sammy increased his tempo. He pressed his mouth to Ed’s once again, using the other man’s lips to muffle his screams as he moved faster and faster, letting Ed’s thick cock drive into his body, forcing his walls to stretch to accommodate every last centimeter. He adjusted to Ed naturally, which allowed him to move faster, to push harder, to seek more. Had there ever been pain? Sammy couldn’t remember now. There couldn’t be room in the world for pain when so much pleasure existed. Sensation built upon sensation, until every nerve ending joined the chorus.
And then Ed started shouting, too.
They were louder than the thunder. Louder than the rain. The car shook from the force of their coupling, the foggy windows rattling in their frames. They both used as much of their bodies as they could, clinging to each other, rocking against each other, demanding more. It reminded Sammy of a fight, and he had a feeling he would be completely exhausted and maybe even a little bruised by the time they finished. Their bodies were well matched, and neither one of them could quite gain the upper hand and take full control of the relentless, driving rhythm.
They pushed and pulled, moaned and begged. They each took as much as they gave, and no matter who escalated the rhythm, the tempo, or the pressure of the kisses, the other matched it all quickly. Effortlessly. Like they were two bodies working from the same brain, the same wellspring of need and desire.
One final roll of thunder masked Sammy’s shout as his cock erupted. He didn’t know what pushed him over the edge. There wasn’t a single warning. Ed hadn’t done anything to make him lose control. One second, he was riding Ed’s cock with all he had, and the next second, pleasure was soaking through him, like the rain had done. It hit with the same suddenness of the storm, and it left him with the same wired, high-strung sensation. Like volts of electricity were shooting through his bloodstream.
He rocked back hard on Ed’s cock, his muscles clenching tightly, and was rewarded with a high pitched moan from Ed’s throat. Ed thrust his hips forward, and for a long, perfect moment, Sammy was filled with Ed’s throbbing cock and his hot come.
“I think…that was worth…a bit of pain.” Sammy collapsed like a bag of potatoes. He couldn’t move. He knew he was smashing Ed to the floor, but he had absolutely no tension in his body.
“Yes. Yes, it was.”
“Sounds like the rain stopped.”
Ed didn’t respond for a long moment. They were both silent, listening for the telltale rhythm of water against the roof. “Think you’re right.”
“We probably have enough daylight left to fix the car.”
“I don’t mind staying here for the rest of the night.”
“What if you get cold?”
“You’ll keep me warm.”
Sammy smiled. “Just as well. I can’t move anyway.”
“You remember earlier when I asked what we were supposed to
