Page 57 of The Fireman and the Flirt

I snorted a laugh when he found my tickle spot on my side.

“Okay, now we’re even,” I said.

“You’re still clothed, so this is not an even playing field.” Cary pulled off my Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt and rubbed our chests together, flooding my system with more lust.

“Do you only own band T-shirts?” he asked, flinging it into the backseat.

“Do you only own brightly colored dress shirts?”

“Touché.”

All of this rubbing and laughing and kissing and searching for my tickle zone had made me so hard I could barely focus. My body went into autopilot dry-humping.

“Cary, I have to tell you something.”

“If that sentence ends with the phrase ‘I have a boyfriend,’ I will be very perturbed.”

“It doesn’t. I, uh, went to the store this morning.” In a surprising show of flexibility, I reached one arm into the backseat and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. Cary reached inside.

“You bought condoms and lube?” He pulled out the contents, amazed at what he was holding.

“It seemed like something I should have, considering…all the houses we were seeing.” We were on a natural progression to move beyond oral sex, and I wanted to be prepared. Although, nothing could’ve prepared me for a naked Cary running at me full speed.

“Did you want to?” I asked. “I don’t want to push anything or pressure you.”

“As the real estate bros in my office say, let’s fucking go.” Cary leaned down and kissed me softly, an unexpected move considering the heat building between us. “I want you inside me.”

I groaned in response. I needed Cary in that moment like I was a swimmer coming up for air. In an even more surprising amount of flexibility, Cary rolled the condom on my dick with his hands behind his back. He was shockingly good at it, but I wasn’t going to explore that thought. I slicked up my aching cock and plunged my lubed fingers inside his hole.

“Fuck,” Cary said.

Same. Damn, he felt amazing. Hot and tight.

“You ready?” I asked.

He nodded, unable to speak. Something shifted in his eyes. Gone was his sarcastic shield, revealing a tender man.

We locked eyes as he sunk down on my cock.

“Yes,” he whispered out.

“Your letter is coming true,” I said.

“It’s so much better.” Cary wrapped his arms around my neck and moved up and down slowly, as much as the car dimensions would allow. It was glorious torture. I wanted to fuck the hell out of him, but taking it slow let me savor filling him up, let me watch his face change from pain to pleasure as I entered him.

“Derek,” he whispered into my neck.

“Is that akeep goingkind of Derek?”

I felt him nod against me, his body tight and coiled, his cock rubbing against my belly. He dug his fingernails into my back.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I arched my hips up to get deeper inside him. I pulled him close, our foreheads together, breaths coming out in strained gasps.

“Not bad for a couple of fortysomethings?” I flashed a grin.

Cary couldn’t reply with a witty retort. He was flush, hot, too in the zone. Watching him lose the control he desperately clung to pushed me to the edge.

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