Page 84 of Man Advantage

“Come for me,” I begged. “God, baby, I want to watch you come.” I was almost there myself, and I wasn’t even touching my dick; just thinking about him climaxing had me this close to exploding.

“Trev…” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched off the seat. “Oh, fuck…”

I moved my fingers just alittlefaster, and I was rewarded with a throaty cry as he almost levitated off the seat. I was mesmerized, loving the sight and the sound and the feel of Cam coming right there in my passenger seat. He kept coming, kept crying out and shaking and gasping, until he finally tugged at my wrist. I got the message—back off before he got too sensitive.

I did, and he exhaled and sagged against the seat, still panting and trembling all over.

“Oh my God,” he slurred.

I grinned, and holy shit, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to climb across the console and rail him until I was a shaking mess too.

Not out here, though. It would be just our luck that a cop would pull up and see my bare ass bouncing in the glow of their high beams, and nobody neededthoseresulting headlines.

Cam let his head loll toward me, and even in the low light, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “We should get home. Because you need to get off, and I need to get fucked.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

“Get those pants and shoes off,” I rasped. “Because we’re not going to make it into the house.”

Ididn’t have to tellhimtwice.

It was maybe fifteen minutes from there before we pulled in my driveway, but it felt like days. Especially as Cam squirmed his way out of everything below the waist.

As the garage door opened, I growled, “Tilt your seat back.”

The seat’s mechanism clicked and clanked, and I was easing into the garage as Cam was easing back.

“Do we need more lube?” I asked as I put the car in Park.

“No. Just get over here.”

I shut off the engine and pressed the button to close the door. Then I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed over the console. As I settled between his parted thighs, I couldn’t help a soft moan. Almost there. Fuck.

“God, Trev,” he murmured. “Fuck me?” The trembling plea in his voice almost did me in.

“Absolutely,” I growled. His body heat radiated through our suits, and I wanted to strip it all away so there was nothing between us, but there wasn’t time for that. I needed to be inside him more than I needed to be naked, and I was struggling enough with my belt and zipper. With Cam’s help, I managed to get my pants open and pushed down enough to free my dick and?—

“Fuuuck…” I moaned as I buried myself in him. Tight. Hot. Slick. So damn perfect. I let my head fall beside his as I pulled out and thrust in again. This wasn’t the best position in the world—screwing in a car always meant a little contorting and adapting—but I didn’t care because I was moving in him. I had him. His thighs around my waist. His arms around my neck. My mouth on his. My cock buried in him.

It wasperfect.

“You feel so good,” I whispered. “Jesus…Cam…”

He moaned, rolling his hips to drive me on, and I thought he got even tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face against his neck, absolutely lost in how incredible he felt.

Then he shifted a little, and he must’ve been resting his foot on the dash or something, because he found someamazingleverage. Every thrust I took made the world spin faster. I had no idea what I was saying, or if it was even words, only that I couldn’t shut up as I kept fucking into him and he kept driving me on. I was distantly aware that my libido had been dead and gone very, very recently, but it was alive and well and on fire with need for this gorgeous, insatiable man.

“Oh my God,” Cam whined. “You feel so…” He trailed off into a whimper that had no right to be that sexy, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I roared as I thrust for all I was worth, trying to get as deep as he could take me as my orgasm crashed through me. The release took my breath away, and for long, perfect seconds, all I could do was come.

With a heavy sigh, I relaxed, slumping over him. Cam wrapped his arms around me, and I let my head fall gently on his shoulder. Neither of us spoke as he stroked my hair and I caught my breath.

Little by little, the smoke cleared. My head stopped spinning. Reality came back into focus, and I lifted myself up to meet his beautiful eyes.

My words came out slurred as I asked, “Do you always carry around a bottle of lube?”

Cam’s grin was equal parts wicked and adorable. “When I’m going to be around a smoking hot hockey player who enjoys fucking me…” He half-shrugged. “Kind of seems like a good idea to be prepared.”

I snorted and let my forehead rest on his collarbone again. His suit jacket muffled my voice slightly as I murmured, “Feel free to be prepared like that in the future.”

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