Page 25 of Heart Me Up
He cradled my jaw in one hand and scolded me, “We have to get in the car or that guy in the diner will call the cops on us.”
“But we could still make out while we’re waiting for them,” I suggested.
He scrunched up his face. “Yeah, but I know most of the officers on shift tonight, so we’d have to talk to them and shit instead of going home.”
I groaned. “Fine.”
I had my seat belt on by the time Foster walked around the car and got in. “Um, so we’re on the same page,” I began.
Foster reached over and picked up my hand. He threaded his fingers through mine and held it to his chest like a precious thing.
“I wasn’t planning on any clothes coming off tonight.” I relaxed and nodded. “But,” he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at me, “I’ll be disappointed if there isn’t any more kissing.”
“I am so on board with that,” I told him, shifting in my seat a little. Feeling Foster’s body against mine, the heat of his mouth and tongue, had woken my libido up something fierce.
Foster lifted my hand to his mouth, then shot me a fake-concerned look and noted, “This doesn’t count. Only mouth-on-mouth kisses count tonight.”
I smiled. “Agreed.”
We spent the rest of the drive in silence. Foster kept hold of my hand the entire trip back to his house. He pulled into the garage but left the door raised, leaving me a clear path out to my SUV parked by the curb.
Foster had to drop my hand so we could get out of the car, and I felt the loss in my soul. Which was ridiculous, I chastised myself as I shut the car door.It’s your first date, slow the fuck down.
We met by the rear bumper, and Foster held out his hand for mine again, which gave me an enormous case of butterflies in my chest. He led me down the driveway, and right before we got to the street he spun around and pulled me in close, almost as if we were dancing.
“Thank you for going out with me tonight,” I said, wishing I could think of something wittier.
Foster dropped a chaste kiss on my lips. “Thank you for coming.”
I couldn’t resist. “I haven’t come yet, but I’m planning to as soon as I get home.”
Foster’s eyes laser-focused on mine. “Will you call me? We can come together.” His faced changed, a little apprehensive. “I mean, if that’s okay. I don’t want to push.”
I hugged him to me, and whispered, “You’re not. I’ll call.” I could feel the steely length of his cock slide next to mine through our jeans, and the whole situation seemedright. I smiled slyly. “Tell me, Foster, are you cut or uncut? I want to imagine your dick as I get off.” It’d been years since my sexy chatty side had come out, but tonight it was back and ready to play.
His breath stuttered. “I’m cut.”
“Nice.” I didn’t have a preference, but everyone liked to feel appreciated. “I bet you have one of those really visible veins running down the underside of your thick cock. I love licking those. Is yours sensitive?”
Foster bent his head and whispered, “Fuck,” quietly into my neck. He pulled his hips back and reached down to adjust himself. He bent his knees and plastered his pelvis to mine.
I could not make myself stop talking. “Do you top, Foster? Bottom? Or are you vers?” I gave his earlobe the tiniest bite and humped my cock into his.
Foster sucked in his breath and pressed back. His fingers gripped my ass from inside my rear pockets. I’d have preferred him to grab lower, but this was smarter. We might not get arrested for public indecency.
He hadn’t answered, but I didn’t call him out on it. I just kept talking. “Because if you’re a top, I’ll imagine your thick cock sliding into me, filling me with your cum.” Foster started pushing us together and releasing rhythmically. I was in real danger of coming in my pants. “If you’re a bottom, I can imagine bending you over the back of my couch and rimming you before I push inside. Maybe I won’t use quite enough lube and it’ll be a little painful.” He made a tiny whimpering noise and increased the tempo of his thrusts. “Or, if you’re vers, I’ll imagine getting out one of my dildos, maybe the big dragon one. This time I’ll use plenty of lube because it’s huge. Then I’ll fuck you with it oh-so-slowly for a long time before I make you hold it inside yourself while you push your fat cock inside me. The dildo will slide over your prostate every time you move in and out of my hole.”
Foster cried out, and there was no mistaking the shudders going through his body. I clutched him as tight as I could so he’d remain stable on his feet. I barely held back from coming myself.
“Fuck,” he panted against my ear. “Fuck.”
I rubbed my hands up and down his back until he regained his composure.
“Holy hell, Craig. That was… I don’t even know what to say.”
“Yeah, I should have warned you about my love for dirty talk.” God, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt secure enough with someone to indulge in it. Certainly not with Drew. “I also like a little naughty role play every once in a while, if you’re up for that sort of thing.”
Foster laughed and stood up to his full height, but we were still close. “Damn, feel free anytime.” He nudged his hips against mine. “You didn’t come.”
