Brock's Punishment(24)

“Okay.” Brock slid out of bed and padded toward the bathroom.

He placed his coffee cup on the counter before starting the shower and taking care of his morning routine. Once he was done showering, Brock brushed his teeth. He felt fresh and clean after hours spent in his truck. Grabbing his coffee cup, Brock strode back into the room and Shaw was there, holding a clean pair of clothes for him. They switched hands, Brock taking the clothes and Shaw holding his coffee.

It didn’t take long before they were packed up and back on the road, the hotel in their rearview mirror.

“How much longer are we going to be on the road before reaching our destination in Wyoming?” Brock asked as soon as they were back on the interstate.

“Nine and half hours…give or take a few minutes.”

“Another full day, huh?” Brock was a little disappointed. Now that he’d had a taste of Shaw, he wanted more, a lot more. Sitting fully clothed in the truck cab next to the man wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.

“Do you want to play a game?”

“That sounds promising.” Brock grinned.

“I think I can remember a few from my youth. Let me think. What about, I spy, twenty questions, license plates.”

“Oh,” he grumbled. “I was hoping for something more adult.”

Shaw chuckled. “Okay, what about ‘would you rather’ questions, sex edition?”

“I can get on board with that.” Brock adjusted his position, preparing himself for the first question.

“Would you rather never experience orgasm or perpetually experience orgasm?” Shaw turned slightly so that he was facing Brock.

“Perpetually…for sure. Fuck, could you even imagine.” He shivered as last night once again took center stage inside his mind. “What about you?”

Shaw shook his head, as if really contemplating the question. “I’m not sure I could come that much and still function. I’d have to stay home.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Could you imagine the wet spot on the front of every pair of pants you own? Wow.” Brock adjusted the front of his pants. “Would you rather be horny all the time and never have sex or have sex and never feel anything?”

“Hmmm…” He paused. “I would rather have sex and never feel anything. A least that way I could still give you pleasure.”

“Damn…that’s a good answer.” Brock glanced over at Shaw and winked. “Have you ever watched the Wizard of Oz?” he asked, and Shaw nodded. “Would you rather have sex with the Tin Man or the Scarecrow?”

“Ewww…” Shaw made a face of disgust and Brock started laughing. “Can I say neither?”

“No, you have to pick one.”

“Ugh! Fine…I guess the Scarecrow. At least he’d be softer to touch.” Shaw rolled his eyes and paused as if he were thinking of a good one.

“Would you rather ejaculate—” At that Brock threw back his head and laughed. Oh, shit! He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the rest of the sentence—”guacamole or tabasco sauce?”

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me?” The two of them laughed together and Brock soon realized that Shaw had an infectious laugh that in turn made him laugh harder. “Okay, okay.” He cleared his throat. “Tabasco sauce…but only because of the consistency and the fact that I know you like your food spicy.” He winked.

“Mouth wash or crazy string?” Shaw raised a brow in challenge.

“Uh…crazy string. That would be fuckin’ hilarious.” Brock laughed so hard he cried as he imagined crazy string shooting out the tip of his shaft and all over Shaw’s body.

They went back and forth, each trying to top the other, and laughing until his side hurt and tears streamed down his cheeks.



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After being on the road for hours, Brock rubbed his tired eyes.

They’d stopped near Cheyenne for a big lunch a while ago and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes glued to the road. He’d already played almost every CD in the leather case and the silence inside the cab was driving him mad along with Shaw’s scent. Just thinking about Shaw sent his libido into overdrive and filled the cab with arousal, his quickly followed by his mate’s.

Rolling down the window, he tried to breath in the crisp, clean mountain air, hoping it would rejuvenate him.

“Pull over,” Shaw ordered, his voice gruff and demanding.

As soon as Brock pulled over and stopped the truck, Shaw’s hands shot out for him, cupping his face, and drawing him in for a searing kiss. Brock responded with a moan, crushing his lips to Shaw’s. His hand shot out for Shaw’s erection. He wanted to touch the length and feel it in his hand. Reaching for the man’s pants, Brock tried to maneuver himself closer, but inside the cab of the truck they didn’t have much space.