| Constant Craving Continued |
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| "Jes, what are you doing?" I heard him stutter. My hand slid up his shirt and stroked the contours of his lower abdomen. A slow grin slid across my face. I never thought my touch could make him shiver like that. "Something I've wanted to do for a long time." I replied, running my had up to his taut nipples. I heard him gasp and he placed his hand on top of mine underneath the fabric. "Ok Jes, stop. This is crazy." When he turned to face me, I could see the lust and hunger in his eyes and it only made me want him more. As his gaze connected with mine, I wasn't prepared for the rush of sensations and emotions that accompanied it. "Matthew, haven't you ever wanted to..." "No Jes, don't do this to me. Not now. Please not now." he interrupted as I stood there massaging his cheek and caressing the soft skin with my thumb. I searched my mind for some kind of reasoning as to walk away and to let it go, but all I could do was to pull him closer and press my lips against his. His head shook as he mumbled words of protest against my moist lips, but soon he propped his hand on the vehicle and leaned back, accepting my hungry kiss, nibbling and tugging on my lips for more. I shuddered inwardly as I felt his hands all over my back, neck, and hair. "No. STOP. I can't do this Jes. Stop right now." Matthew demanded, grasping hold of my head and forcing me away from his lips. I sighed deeply and settled back in the chair by the car. I didn't know what to say. I was siting there, hard as a rock, and all he wanted me to do was stop. "I'm sorry. I thought..." "Don't apologize. Just let me finish this and then we'll talk about it." suggested Matthew. I watched him stare into the hood of the vehicle for a long, agonizing moment. He turned and looked at me as I tried to catch my breath. Then he slammed the hood down, unbuckled his jeans and slid them down partly. "God I'm going to hell for this. Jesse?" "Yes." "Fuck me." he stated. I questioned my hearing for a minute before standing. It all seemed like something I had fantaszied about and I didn't know if I had fallen into a sweet sleep or if it was actually happening. I stood behind him again, nibbling at the back of his neck. He swore underneath his breath as he pressed his ass against me. My fingers tightened on the waist of his jeans, my palms sweating with a passionate need pounding deep within my loins. The denim collected around his ankles as I unzipped my pants and pressed my hardened cock against him. While positioning my dick with one hand, the other grazed lesiurely across his face. His lips kissed my fingers as they trailed along his jaw and mouth. His legs parted and I worked my cock inside of him, inch by throbbing inch. He reached back and his fingers buried in my hair as I began to move and glide in and out. "Oh God you feel good." I breathed into his neck and I drove inside of him deeper. I grabbed him and turned him around, throwing him back agaisnt the hood of the car. Clutching his hips, I re-entered, my tongue tracing a tantalizing path along the cleft of his chin. His erection pulsed against my stomach as my rhythm accelerated. He cried out when I reached and stroked its sensitive tip. "Damn it Jes you drive me crazy." he panted. He stretched up and struggled to get my shirt up over my head. His teeth sank onto my nipple and I groaned savagely. "Really?" "No I ask everyone who comes in with a busted motorcycle to fuck me." he joked between breaths, grinding his pelvis against me and taking my dick in deeper. I dipped my head down to kiss him and laughed against his damp lips. I felt a delicious groan rumble up from his throat--God it was heaven. We made the transition from the hood to the backseat of the Mustang. Once inside, he was riding me hard and fast and my mouth couldn't stop tasting his lips, cheeks, tongue--Everything. I felt as if my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Sensations beyond any comprehension was rippling through my body at the feel of being inside of him, his body sweeping up and down against me. "I've wanted you for so long." I murmured against him. I could feel his muscles stretch into a smile between gasps. His mouth slid over mine as the hurried rush of his rocking decreased to a lingering bounce.. "Why didn't you just tell me. God Jes, you have no idea..." He silenced his own words by kissing my chest above my left peck--right on my heart. I pushed him down on the backseat as he clutched onto me tightly. God his body felt good next to mine. Every nerve in me throbbed and quaked as I pumped my cock deep within his tight ass. He grabbed hold of my neck and tugged my face down to his with such needed force. He kissed me so hard I thought I would shatter into a million pieces of ecstasy. "We shouldn't be doing this baby." groaned Matthew as I impeled my dick into him. "Matthew, there's no way I could stop now. I'd keep fucking you even if Donovan was standing right over us." I grunted into his neck. He moaned and propped his legs and feet against the top of the car. "You just want an audience. Oh Jes I love it baby." I froze and breathed against his lips, "I love you!" "Oh God Jes." he responded, showering me with kisses. I moved within him once more, my body trembling uncontrollably, as he clasped at my back. "Oh Matthew. I can't stand it." I whimpered. He held me so tightly I could hardly breathe, and a moment later, I shuddered as I exploded against him, a sticky moist eruption flowing out of me and into him. |