Page 13 of Broken Halos
I glanced up and noticed everyone was gone besides the two of us. “It sounds amazing, Archie.” I was more excited about having his undivided attention than the food. Well, I assumed we weren’t meeting up with some friends.
“Why don’t you ride with me rather than both of us trying to find decent parking downtown? I’ll bring you back after we eat.”
“Sounds fair.”
I was so excited to be in a small, closed-in place with him until he put his car in drive and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. He drove like he was on the set ofThe Fast and The Furious: Queen City Drift.
“Are you worried they’ll sell out of pizza?” I asked after I managed to unclench my teeth. “Is there a late night special you don’t want to miss?”
Archie threw his head back and laughed, pulling my attention to him. I loved his long neck and dreamed of kissing and licking it then sucking his Adam’s apple until he was—
Honk! Honk! Honk!“Green means go, asshole!” Archie yelled. I jerked my head back to look out the windshield and saw that the car in front of us was ignoring the green arrow.Honk! Honk! Honk!“What the fuck is this guy doing? Texting? Jerking off?”
Suddenly, I saw the passenger’s head pop up from where they were stretched across the front seat. I didn’t want to make gender assumptions based on the existence of a ponytail, but I had zero doubt about the activities they were engaged in. If I had been confused, the driver wrapping his fist in his or her ponytail and urging them to return their head to his lap would’ve enlightened me.
“I get he has needs, but this isn’t the place.” Archie laid on the horn again just as the green arrowed turned yellow. The passenger held up their hand and flipped him off before stretching out over the seat to continue sucking off the driver. By the time the arrow turned red, there was no doubt about their activities and no attempt to keep the head bobbing beneath the seat line.
“I should call the cops and report them,” Archie said vehemently.
I wanted to be disgusted but being alone in the dark vehicle with the smell of Archie’s cologne or aftershave washing over me made me wish I could lean over and suck him into my mouth. I no longer saw a ponytailed passenger giving head to the driver in front of us. I saw me stretched out over the console, taking his cock deep inside my mouth. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I’d bet big money Archie’s cock was uncut and delicious. I imagined Archie’s head thrashing against his headrest as I sucked him better than anyone ever had before. His hand would be in my hair, guiding me at the pace he wanted.
A desperate growl pulled me out of my fantasy. “Ollie, don’t look at me like that.”
I jerked my gaze away from his crotch to look into a gaze that looked as wild and desperate as I felt. Archie briefly closed his eyes then shook his head before returning his attention to the car in front of us. He resumed his honking as had the other cars behind us. There was too much traffic in the other lane to attempt going out and around the cock sucker and cock suckee. Suddenly, a new sound joined the mix, and it was the shrill sound of a police siren. The car in front of us became washed in flashing lights as a cop car approached the intersection.
The passenger jerked to a sitting position and put on their seatbelt, but it was too late. The officer had already seen them. The cop on the passenger side got out of the cruiser and approached the vehicle as the driver appeared to be hauling up his pants. The cop made a short, blunt gesture for the car to turn the corner and meet them in the parking lot of a closed donut shop.
I wondered if my outer appearance betrayed how rattled the experience left me. The thought of sex in a car was something I was normally repulsed by because it was a reminder of the person I used to be. Yet, I somehow knew sex with Archie would never be cold and transactional. We would be together because we both craved each other’s touch and the mutual joy we could bring one another. Sex with Archie would never be a means to an end.
“Thank goodness,” Archie said. “I amhungry.” The way he said the word made me wonder if he hungered for the pizza or what I fantasized about doing to him. Whatever the reason, I expected him to continue his crazy, erratic driving and sharp turns, but he slowed it down.
Mamma Maria’s was the hole-in-the-wall Archie had described, but it was quaint, clean, and smelled incredible when we walked in. Even better, we were the only ones inside that late at night.
“Are you sure they’re still open?” I asked.
“I’m positive,” he said with a quirked smile then started walking to a corner table in the back of the restaurant even though the sign asked patrons to wait to be seated.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, rushing to catch up to him.
“Not funny, Ollie.” Archie shook his head like he wasn’t going to say anything else, but he surprised me once we were seated across from each other with nowhere to look but in one another’s eyes. “Are you aware you made this needy little groan when you walked through the door?” I shook my head and felt a hot flush creeping up my neck. “I didn’t think so. You either didn’t realize how hungry you were until you walked in or you’ve never smelled good pizza.”
“Probably both.”
“You want it so bad you’re practically salivating,” Archie told me. The dark look in his eyes said he wasn’t talking about pizza any longer.
“I do.” And neither was I.
“It doesn’t stop you from thinking about others first, no matter how hungry you are.” His statement easily applied to both of my hungers. I didn’t expect the restaurant employees to stick around beyond closing time to feed me. As for Archie, hell yes, I wanted him, but not at the risk of his happiness and not if he would resent me in the morning. “Trust me, Ollie. We’re welcome here.”
“How can you be so certain? I’m not even sure they know we’re here?”
“They know.” I started to ask how he knew, but a short, round woman with the sweetest smile and Archie’s green eyes came out of the kitchen and headed toward our table. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t place from where I recognized her. I blamed Archie’s driving and his sexiness for my inability to think. “A mother always knows.”
“My baby,” she said when she arrived at our table.
Archie rose to his feet swiftly and hugged the woman. “Hi, Mamma.”
“Who’s this handsome man you brought to meet Mamma?”