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I open the rear door, and Erik lies down in the backseat. Sinking to my knees, I position myself on the notebook and give his shaft a firm lick, planting my tongue on the head while I wet my mouth.

He makes a sharp gasp when I wrap my lips around him, and once he reaches the back of my throat, I clench hard.

The noises Erik produces when I swallow make me grateful that there’s nobody around us for miles.

He’s having a great time, but I can do better. We both know that.

I suck hard, sliding up and down his thick cock, and when I bring my tongue into the mix and attack his shaft with firm, debilitating strokes, he whimpers.

“Oh my god, Luke. You’re gonna make me come so fast.”

I chuckle. It works on him every time.

Flicking my gaze up, I get an eyeful of Erik propped on his elbows in all his tall, hunky glory, reduced to a moaning wreck by nothing more than my mouth.

His neck slackens, dropping his head onto the seat cushioning as I keep breaking him down, savoring the flavor of his pulsing dick and the addictive sound of his raspy voice.

Erik’s breaths get shallower and faster, like he’s trying to hold back, and I decide to finish him. I hollow my cheeks, and when I rub his balls, he shouts, bucking his hips up and pressing into my tonsils.

“Luke, fuck! I’m?—”

His words dissolve into nonsense as he unloads into my mouth. I swallow once, then twice, then a third time, saving every single spray of his heady release as his muscles give out.

Erik grabs at his jeans, trying to put them back on, and I help him the rest of the way. I extend a hand to pull him up once he’s done, and he reaches down to cup my raging erection, backing me away from the car.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says. Unsure of what he’s about to do, I leave the notebook on the ground, and he bends down to pick it up.

“Are you going in?”

I shake my head. “Somebody here isn’t a wuss—I can stay outside.”

He rolls his eyes. “Get on the hood.”

I climb up, and Erik pulls my jeans down to my knees before slipping a hand under my ass. He gives it a firm, gratuitous squeeze, and shoves the notebook under me.

“Let’s see how long you can last,” he says, teasing my needy dick through my underwear.

I’m already leaking, so he won’t need much time. “Give me a minute, tops.”

“And you called me a wuss?” he mumbles.

Erik pushes my underwear away and strokes my cock, making it throb as I gasp. He leans over the hood and hovers in front of my groin, his hand still working its magic, and he sticks his tongue out to dampen his lips.

The view of Erik below me is raw, deep, and so damn erotic, but that’s nothing compared to the scorching pleasure that envelops me when he closes around my shaft.

Holy fucking shit, this man knows how to give head.

His mouth is wet, tight, and blissfully hot, and I can’t avoid cursing.

It’s too good. One thing’s for sure: I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing the high that he puts me in whenever he takes me deep.

I caress Erik’s neck with one hand while using the other to stabilize myself, making light, involuntary thrusts the entire time.

It isn’t long before my balls tighten and the first signs of an orgasm prickle deep inside me. “Erik, I’m gonna come.”

He pulls off with a pop and strokes hard, pushing me even closer to the edge. “Give it to me,” he says. His warm mouth surrounds me again, and I fall apart.

I slam my eyelids shut and see more stars than exist in the sky above us, my climax ricocheting through every distant corner of my body. My legs buckle, powerless, and Erik grabs my knees so I don’t slide off the hood.

There might not be enough energy for my legs, but there’s enough to pull my pants up and make out with Erik. I couldn’t care less that I just came in his mouth. I need as much of him while I have him. I need to take what I can get.

I fucking need Erik.

Our kiss is needy. It’s visceral. It’s annihilating, and satisfying, and… perfect.

This is perfect.

Something comfortable settles low in my stomach as I pull back, smiling down at Erik’s flushed cheeks.

He still has his arms around my torso, and I rest my head on his shoulder, our breathing synced.

We exist there together, sex-drunk and staying warm with each other’s body heat for who knows how long, listening to the trees rustle in the gentle wind.

But even though I want to stay in this moment forever, I want to avoid freezing to death, so I make a reluctant slide off of the hood. Erik takes the hint and walks around to the opposite side of the car, dusting himself off before settling in.

“Back to mine?” I ask, starting the engine.

“Please.”

My heart jumps. Through the dim light of the overhead lamp, I see a momentary flash of something cross Erik’s face, conflict darkening his expression.

Out of instinct, I lean in, and Erik inhales sharply before we crush our mouths together.

There’s no denying how well his lips lock into mine.

That tracks, because everything else about us fits: my head against his chest, his body against mine, our fingers as they intertwine.

We go so well together, we have to rip ourselves apart, but I can’t resist him. He isn’t resisting me. The result? We keep ourselves fused together for as long as we possibly can.

There’s no way to describe what we’re doing as anything other than self-destructive. Erik goes back to Sweden tomorrow. Watching him pull away so I can get on with driving already hurts.

Watching him leave for the airport? That’s gonna fucking ruin me.