Automatically, my right-hand juts out in front of me- I mean it’s basic ‘caught by surprise defence’ but he gently catches it in one of his and guides it to his throat, pressing his slender fingers firmly until he feels my hold on him. His lips do not take a pause while he’s doing this. His soft moan rumbles against my thumb that is pressed on the front of his neck.
F*ck!
My grip around his throat tightens at the same time his tongue darts into my mouth. Eyes wide open still, I stare at the back of him- the dashboard, frozen. My adrenaline soaring.
I don’t recognise the place as I see, he’s parked facing a wall. The graffiti is specular but I don’t recall seeing it before. Just how far are we from home? My nose detects the stench of the garbage but somehow it doesn’t bother me. I co
