Boyd wrapped his hand around Oliver’s c**k and tightened his grip. Oliver’s fingers drove claw-like holds in Boyd’s shoulder blades, Oliver’s knees buckled, and the surprised groan Oliver sang into the night was one of the most amazing sounds that Boyd had ever heard. With his other hand, Boyd turned Oliver’s back to the car and directed Oliver against it.
“D-don’t…“ Oliver stuttered, paused, and licked his lips. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Don’t blame me if something gets wrecked.”
Boyd chuckled. “I’d have to say your ass dent in my hood would be something I could live with for a while.”
“You say that now—” Oliver swallowed his own rebuke as Boyd began to drop to the ground in front of him. “Oh, f**k, yeah.”
The scent of cheap cologne teased Boyd’s senses and he would have
