Page 76 of Dirty Air
The first drag is tortuous as Henry slowly pulls out. He only moves an inch before snapping his hips forward and drilling even deeper into Fritz, punching a high-pitched moan out of him.
He pulls out again, further than before, and thrusts forward. Pull,push, pull…push.
The ache fades and the craving grows as Henry works himself up into a steady rhythm. Fritz demandsmore, more, more, please God,faster, until Henry’s thighs slap against his ass.
“Fuck,fuck!Rightthere!” Fritz has long forgotten about trying to brace himself against the window, and he slides a bit, his skin squeaking against the glass as he scrambles for purchase. He pushes himself back with his fingertips, meeting Henry’s thrusts with burning need.
An arm wraps around his chest and Fritz squawks as he’s wrenched backwards, flush against Henry’s chest. He wails as the angle changes, the cock inside him shifting and slamming home against his prostate.
“Open your eyes—look at the city,” Henry growls in his ear.
Fritz’s hair is plastered to his face, and sweat beads down his neck as he wrenches his eyes open with a moan. The world outside glitters as Henry thrusts with short bursts, driving into him over and over and over again.
“Look at all of those people out there. They all want a piece of you, but you’remine.”
“Aaah!Aaah!Aaaaaahhh!!!”
The slap of skin is loud, but Fritz is louder, his voice climbing with every thrust—every time Henry hitsthatspot deep inside him.
“You’re so tight, but you take me so well,” he growls. This Henry is an animal that can’t be satiated, can’t be contained. “So well. Made for me.”
Henry steps them both forward and lets Fritz fall against thewindow again. They're so close that the driver’s upper body is trapped—pressed against the glass.
Fritz’s nipples pebble against the chilled surface, and he cries out when the thrusts shake his body, dragging his sensitive nipples back and forth.
Henry shifts again, changing the angle, and he finds Fritz’s prostate again. “Right there, rightthere!”
He’s close, so,soclose. The pressure builds him up, lifting him higher and higher—closer and closer—towards his peak.
“Everyone out there is watching you fall apart on my cock. They need to know—they need to see that you are my driver.” Henry slams into him harder and Fritz sees stars. “And I am your race engineer.”
“Fuck!” Fritz keens, his back arching impossibly further. His hands are still trapped, still braced against the window, and he can’t reach himself to get off. “Touch me, Henry. Touch me,bitte, bitte, bitte!”
“Give ‘em a preview of next year.” Henry’s hand is lube-slicked as he wraps it around Fritz’s cock, pulling him in time with his thrusts. “They gotta get used to watching you come first.”
Fritz is already on edge, but he topples over it, shrieking as he spills. His cum hits the window in ropes, and Fritz can only reach up and hold onto the back of Henry’s head as he falls apart.
When the last drop is drained from his body, Fritz collapses forward against the window and gulps down his breaths.
“Need a moment?” Henry asks, stock still.
Fritz shakes his head. “No, no, keep going. I want you to come inside.”
Henry pulls out slowly and pushes in, building the rhythm up again. “I’m so close, Fritz. God, you feel so good like this.”
Fritz is oversensitive and exhausted, but he takes it,pushing his ass out to Henry’s thrusts. “Probably will not get to do this next year if you do not sign the contract.”
That isn’t what he meant to say. He meant to say something sexy.
Henry huffs a noise that sounds almost challenging. “Are you bribing me with sex?”
“Yeah.” Fritz hisses, his rim almost rubbed raw. “Is it working?”
“Possibly.” Henry pistons himself shallower, but quicker. “I was so jealous.Sojealous when I saw you in that Red Boar garage.”
“Thought about you the whole time,” Fritz admits, arching back to meet his thrusts. “I hate the child. Hate that you compliment him for nothing.”
“Well, he’s certainly notyou.”
