Brock moaned and shifted, moving closer and nuzzling his face into the crotch of Shaw’s jeans. Shaw groaned internally, trying to move away from Brock’s searching mouth as his cock hardened painfully in his jeans.
With his eyes closed, Brock made fast work of Shaw’s jeans. He pulled the buttons apart and Shaw’s cock freed itself from the tight confines of Shaw’s pants. Brock licked his lips, making a cute little sound as he moved closer. Shaw wasn’t sure if the man was still asleep or not, but his eyes were closed. Brock sucked the head of Shaw’s cock into his mouth and Shaw let out a deep groan. Brock nursed Shaw’s cock, drawing the skin up and down his long shaft.
He caressed Brock’s head and stared down at his mate. Brock opened his eyes, angling his head so that he could stare at Shaw. Their eyes met and held as they communicated without words, both of them desperate and needy. Brock enveloped his entire dick into his mouth, pressing his lips against Shaw’s pubic hair. Then, Brock dropped his knees to the floor board and embraced Shaw’s hips, humming and nestling against him.
His hard dick was manipulated by Brock’s talented mouth. The man rolled his tongue around the girth and massaged the tip as he bobbed his head up and down. Brock moved one hand into Shaw’s pants, cupping his balls and gently squeezing them.
“Oh, fuck,” Shaw panted, licking his dry lips. “So good…I’m not gonna last long.” Shaw threw his head back as his climax rushed through his system. “Coming!”
With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting in hard jets against the back of Brock’s throat.
Brock moaned and sucked harder, jacking off Shaw’s cock as if he was trying to get every drop. Shaw leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was wiped out. The drive and the mind-blowing orgasm made it hard to even function.
“I’m so tired. Thank you, baby,” Shaw rubbed his mate’s head in appreciation. “I wish I had the energy to reciprocate. I promise I’ll pay you back when we get home.” He yawned.
Brock nodded his head as he climbed back onto the bench seat of the truck and snuggled close. He kept his face against Shaw’s pubic hair, sucking his softening cock gently.
He dozed off with a smile on his face and a hand cupping his mate’s face.
* * * *
Brock woke up and stretched his back, cracking it. He moaned, wrapping a hand around his neck, massaging the sore muscles. Opening his eyes, Brock grinned when he was greeted by Shaw’s hard cock in his face.
What a sight.
As he sat up, Brock swiped his tongue across the head of Shaw’s shaft. The man jerked up, grabbed Brock, and pulled him back down against his chest. And just like the first time, Brock knew he could get lost in Shaw’s arms. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to stop kissing Shaw. Wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, he groaned as the kiss went deeper.
His cock rigid and aching inside his jeans, Brock squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure. He wanted nothing more than to have Shaw throw him down and fuck him until the entire world melted away. Unfortunately, they were inside his pickup truck on the side of the highway. Not an ideal situation. He reluctantly pulled back and stared into the man’s eyes.
“Good morning.” Shaw smiled.
“Morning.” Brock sat up and stretched.
Reaching for the handle, he opened the door and jumped out, shaking out his limbs. Brock scrubbed his hands down his face and inhaled the cool morning air. The sun was just starting to rise along the horizon. He stared at the beautiful colors for a minute before taking a piss. When he was done, he zipped up and climbed back into the truck.
“I’ve got to stop and fuel up. Do you want some breakfast?” Shaw asked, and Brock rubbed a hand along his stomach as it growled.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Brock nodded as Shaw started the engine and pulled the truck back onto the interstate. “Where are we anyway?”
“Kansas,” he murmured, cracking his neck.
“How long did you drive before finally stopping for the night?” Brock asked, surprised. He felt bad that his mate had stayed awake, driving, when he’d fallen asleep.
“Twelve hours. I wanted to hit the halfway point, but that didn’t happen.”
“After breakfast, I’ll drive while you get some shut eye.”
“Yeah, sure,” Shaw agreed.
Shaw clicked on the blinker and pulled off the exit. At the light, he made a right and drove the truck to the first available pump. Shutting off the engine, he jumped out. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty, holding it out to Brock.
“Grab a couple of coffees and some snacks. Put the change on pump.” He looked over his shoulder. “Three.”