“Like this?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Jason shuddered. “You wouldn’t think . . . fucking over metal would . . . Oh, shit.” Another shudder rocked his body, and his knuckles whitened as his fingers tried to find some purchase on the smooth hood. “Would be comfortable. But it’s so . . . hot.”
“Of course it is.” Blake slid all the way out, and then thrust back in hard enough to make Jason yelp. “You’re getting fucked over two hundred thousand dollars’ worth of machinery.”
Jason moaned.
“Is that why this turns you on?” Blake asked through clenched teeth. “Getting fucked over that much money?”
“What’s . . . not to like?” Jason shivered, pressing his fingertips into the hood. “Rich guy. Hot car. Means getting fucked by a very, very high roller.”
Blake fucked him faster. “A high roller who knows he’s getting what he pays for.”
Jason cursed softly. “There’s one . . . one more thing I didn’t think about.” His whole body trembled, and he gasped. “Something I didn’t realize would be so . . . fucking hot . . . about this.”
Blake could barely concentrate enough to speak, let alone understand what Jason was saying, but he managed, “Yeah?”
“Every time . . . you look at this car . . .” Jason turned his head, bringing his profile into view. “You’re gonna think of what this felt like.”
And just like that, Blake came. He thrust into Jason, the shocks creaking and his breath catching, and he fucking lost it. If not for his death grip on Jason’s hips, he would have collapsed for sure, but he kept himself upright, groaning as he tried to get a little deeper.
His body jerked one last time, and his hand slipped off Jason’s hip, hitting the car and catching him before he would’ve fallen and taken Jason down with him. Steadier now, he took a few slow breaths while his vision cleared and his knees remembered what they were supposed to do.
When he could stand unaided, Blake pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash beside his workbench. “Turn around.”
Though Jason’s legs were as shaky as Blake’s, he did, and this time it was Blake who went to his knees, Blake who was eagerly sucking Jason’s cock while Jason leaned against the sports car.
It didn’t take long at all for Jason to start shaking again. He swore under his breath. His hand squeaked on the car’s finish, and he shifted a bit, as if struggling to keep his balance. Between Blake’s lips, Jason’s dick got even harder, even thicker, and Blake didn’t hold back at all.
“Oh God.” Jason ran trembling fingers through Blake’s hair. “D-don’t stop. Exactly . . . like that.”
Blake didn’t change a thing, kept right on going, and little by little, Jason fell apart. Then, with a string of strangled profanity, he shuddered, and came on Blake’s tongue, and Blake decided right then and there that the roar of the Lamborghini’s engine would never give him goose bumps the way Jason’s helpless moans did.
Blake stood and wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist, letting the car hold both of them up, even though he really didn’t care if they both sank down to the concrete, and kissed him.
“Did the fantasy live up—?”
“Like you have to ask.” Jason pulled him closer. “That was fucking hot.”
“Yeah, it was.” He kissed Jason. “And you’re right about one thing—I’ll never look at this car again without thinking about fucking you.”
After they’d relaxed in the bedroom for a while, they were both starting to get hungry.
“There’s a great restaurant not far from here,” Blake said. “It’s quite upscale—we can go somewhere more casual if you’d like, though.”
Jason smiled. “I like upscale. Good thing I packed well. You mind if I take a quick shower first?”
“Not at all. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
While Jason showered, Blake put himself together. This was a suit-and-tie restaurant, so of course, he dressed the part. Once his tie was straight, he draped his jacket over his arm and headed downstairs.
Since Jason was still getting ready, he sat on the couch with his laptop and stole a few minutes to respond to emails. Impromptu vacations didn’t usually fly at his company—he co-owned the place, so they could hardly fire him, but disappearing at random intervals set a shitty example to his employees, and potentially left them in a lurch. His London trips were sometimes his only real downtime, though, so he figured he could be forgiven for taking a few days off just this once while Jason was in town, as long as he kept up on emails and never strayed far from his phone.
Everything seemed to be running smoothly at the moment. Deanna gave him the rundown of a few meetings that had happened in his absence, and one of his business partners forwarded some information about a new company that was seeking out investors. He’d give that a closer look later; no one expected an answer from him yet since they all knew he’d be jet-lagged for a day or two.