Before he could do anything about it, Sammy bent at the waist and caught the tip of Ed’s cock between his teeth.
“Oh my God! Oh my…oh my God…Sammy…oh fuck…oh fuck…”
The heat of his mouth against Ed’s skin was absolutely excruciating and exquisite. Ed could think of absolutely nothing to compare it to. Maybe if he went running through the rain and let the lightning strike him from above, he would have some sort of yardstick. But barring that, there was nothing as thrilling, as shocking, as demanding on his senses as Sammy’s hot, soft, tight mouth.
“I never…holy fuck…Sammy…don’t stop. Please. Please. Please don’t stop.”
His pleas were wasted—clearly Sammy had no intention of stopping. Ed had never really given too much thought to all the elements that made up a mouth. Who had the time or the inclination to sit around and muse on the shape of lips, or the texture of a tongue? Ed didn’t have the inclination to muse on those things now, but he wish he had before. Then maybe he could understand why the tip of Sammy’s tongue could take him to such heights with only a few flicks across his leaking slit. Or maybe he would know exactly why Sammy’s lips made a perfect seal around his shaft. Or why the tips of Sammy’s teeth didn’t quite hurt when they lightly scraped across his tender flesh.
Sammy’s kisses had been amazing, but the way he used his mouth on Ed’s cock was far above and beyond even the satisfaction of the earlier caresses. And the heat was beyond any comprehension. It was localized to the inches where Sammy’s mouth actually held him, and yet, completely enveloped his body. The temperature had fallen steadily in the car since the storm rolled in, but Ed didn’t notice that. Or the way his cold pants were still wrapped around his legs. Sammy’s mouth stoked fires beneath his flesh that could chase away any chill.
His first touches had been light, almost tentative. But the more Ed begged, the bolder Sammy became. His rough fingers were wrapped around the base of Ed’s cock, and he used his other hand to fondle Ed’s balls, flexing around the sac with just enough force to make Ed’s stomach tighten. He used his tongue to gather up the pre-come on Ed’s skin, and then moved farther and farther down, his tongue sweeping over every inch of him. The only thing better than his tongue was his occasional moan of what could only be satisfaction. The sound vibrated through Ed’s cock, simultaneously drowning out the relentless drone of the rain and caressing Ed’s twitching flesh.
“I need…Sammy…fuck…I don’t know what I need…fuck…”
Sammy didn’t lift his head, but Ed thought he saw the corner of Sammy’s mouth lift in a smile. Like he was amused by Ed’s torment. We’ll see how amused he is when I drive him out of his mind. The thought of indulging himself on Sammy’s body—of completely overwhelming his senses with the other man’s scent and taste—pushed him even closer to that indefinable edge.
Ed lifted his hips, mindlessly searching for more of that heat. Sammy moved with him, but as the friction increased, so did his hunger. Until he was moving with a certain abandon, his hips thrusting wildly, his hands reaching blindly for something to grasp onto. Something to ground him. After a particularly powerful thrust, he heard Sammy gasp, and then something constricted around his shaft, squeezing him with enough pressure to make him whimper. It was Sammy’s throat, he realized. He’d managed to bury himself deep, and judging by the way Sammy’s eyes widened, it was a shock for both of them.
He eased back, missing the heat as soon as he left Sammy’s throat. He wasn’t going to try that again, as much as he wanted to. He didn’t want to do anything that could hurt Sammy—and choking him probably counted as that. But Sammy didn’t leave that choice up to him. He relaxed his jaw farther and pushed down, swallowing more and more, until Ed was buried in his throat once again.
“Oh fuck…fuck…yes…Sammy…yes…” The words tapered off into moans as his brain shut down, fried by too much pleasure. But he didn’t need his brain to know what to do. His body was just fine on his own, and he began thrusting his hips again, fucking Sammy’s face until the pressure beneath his skin began to build anew. And he only had one thought, one concern, one goal. Release.
The storm seemed to pick up intensity outside. Or maybe that was only Ed’s imagination. It could have been perfectly calm outside, and he still would have heard thunder booming and rain pounding and wind roaring around the car.
The car shook with a fresh wave of thunder, and Ed stiffened, his entire body going rigid. Electricity crawled down his spine, made the hair on the back of his arms and neck stand on end, and then everything exploded with a crystal blue wave of light. He shouted Sammy’s name, the word tearing from his throat, his entire body convulsing with the sound. His cock jerked, pumping come into Sammy’s mouth. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the other man turned away, but he didn’t. He kept his mouth tight around Ed’s shaft, the seal of his lips never breaking as Ed’s come painted the back of his throat.
“Oh…oh God…” As quickly as the tension had pulled his body taut, it deserted him, leaving him a trembling, weak mass on
