His hips arched up off the seat as the light inside the car dimmed, and he heard the bag Logan’s food was in crinkle as he placed it down somewhere.

Tate could just make out the sharp angles and lines of the man beside him.

“Jesus, Tate. You’re lucky I had my cock in you earlier, because I don’t think I’d be able to keep it out of you otherwise.”

The words, the image, and the deep, seductive timbre of Logan’s voice all pushed the right buttons for him, ramping up his need. Then Logan took his chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned his head so they were eye to eye.

“I want your jeans around your ankles.”

Tate could feel his chest rise and fall as if he were running a marathon. The explicit instruction left him speechless, but he didn’t need words, just actions. He raised his hips again and released his flesh to do as requested, and the second he was free, Logan’s hand wrapped around his rigid length.

“Ahh…”

Logan leaned across the console until their noses brushed and their lips barely touched. “Ankles, Tate. Now.”

Tate touched his tongue to Logan’s mouth, and as if he couldn’t help himself, Logan let his own tongue slip out to taste before retreating.

“Stop teasing, and hurry the fuck up. I want you in my mouth.”

“God.”

Logan pressed the lever on Tate’s seat, lowering it. He then sat back up, making Tate almost reach for him, but he quickly decided to shove his jeans down instead. He heard the rustling of paper but thought nothing of it, and when the denim was finally around his ankles, he stretched out. Before his back was even against the leather seat, Logan was there.

When their mouths connected, Tate opened to let the impatient man in.

Logan didn’t waste a second as he slid his tongue inside to rub against his own, causing Tate to grunt and reach up to grab the guy for something to ground himself. But Logan wasn’t done with obliterating his brain cells, because he reached down between them to where Tate was at full mast and wrapped—What the fuck?—warm, slick fingers around him.

Tate yanked his mouth free. “What’s on your fucking hand?”

Logan’s lips found his. His mouth curved as if he had a secret, and clearly, he did. Again, he glided that smooth, slippery fist up Tate’s throbbing flesh.

“Tell me,” Tate demanded as Logan continued to manipulate him.

Logan pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth and stroked him again before answering. “Olive oil and spices, one of my favorite dipping sauces. My soon-to-be absolute favorite.”

Tate almost stopped breathing for a second as the words fell into place with Logan’s to-go order. Bruschetta was always served with—

“So you didn’t really want the bruschetta?”

Logan’s tongue drew a path along his jaw to his ear. “No, I wanted the oil. But I thought it may be conspicuous to ask for it on its own.”

He gave another torturous pull of his flesh, and Tate’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.

“Holy shit.”

A deep, throaty rumble echoed through the interior of the car as Logan’s grip loosened and he ordered roughly, “Spread your legs, Tate.”

Tate’s entire body tensed at the demand, but he did as he’d been told and kicked one side of his jeans off his ankle and spread his thighs apart.

“Fucking perfect.”

Christ, Tate thought as those two words were rasped in his ear and that damn rustling sound was made again.

Is that more oil? Sleek, playful fingers then dipped down and smoothed over his balls. It sure fucking is.

Tate wasn’t sure how to stop himself from hyperventilating as he watched Logan bend down over the center console and then felt a wet tongue circle the head of his cock.

He quickly glanced out the tinted windows and wondered for a millisecond what would happen if someone saw them, but then Logan’s lips opened and he swallowed him inside, and Tate forgot to think at all.

* * *

Logan exhaled through his nose and lowered his lips over Tate’s thick length.

Jesus, the guy is fucking hard.

The sound that ripped from Tate’s throat as Logan took him between his lips made his own cock throb. It was clear to him that Tate had let go and was enjoying this to its fullest. When strong fingers tangled in the strands of his hair, Logan closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling.

The oily slick on his fingers was doing exactly what Logan wanted it to, allowing his fingers to slip and slide over Tate’s balls with the greatest of ease. When he drew his lips up to the wide, bulbous head, he circled the base of Tate’s erection and squeezed, causing a loud expletive to leave Tate’s mouth.

Logan couldn’t wait to taste him when he exploded on his tongue, and he knew Tate was gonna fucking explode. From the low, guttural sounds he was pulling from him to the way Tate was flexing his fingers, Logan knew Tate was as pent up as he was.

Add in the excitement of getting blown in public and the finger he was going to…Ahh yes, Logan thought as he drew a finger down past Tate’s balls to his ass. Let me in. He was going to suck Tate’s fucking brains out his cock.

Lifting his head, Logan moved up until he was at Tate’s mouth, where he sucked his bottom lip between his own and then crushed their mouths together. When Tate gripped his jacket, pulling him closer, Logan pushed his fingertip firmer against his tight, little hole. Then his tongue glided into Tate’s mouth, and Logan finally pushed his finger inside Tate.

Tate’s hips snapped upward, and Logan drove his finger deeper as he lifted his mouth.

“You like that? I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know you love having me in your ass, Tate.”

The eyes focused on him in the dim light were heavy with arousal, and the swollen lips that were shiny and parted looked as if they had been wrapped around his cock, sucking him off.

“You only have to do one thing,” Logan told him as he continued moving the hand he had burrowed between Tate’s legs. “I’m going to suck you and fuck you until you come. Your only job? Don’t make a mess in my car. Keep it right here, in my mouth. Got it?”

Logan reached down to his own pants and unzipped them so his painful erection had some kind of freedom. He knew the second he had Tate on his tongue and down his throat, he was going to need his own fucking release. When Tate widened his legs and angled his body, Logan heard him finally speak—and the words almost killed him.

“I can’t wait to give your mouth a reason to be so fucking dirty.”

At the last second, Logan’s eyes found Tate’s as he gripped the sides of his head and pushed him down so he was forced to shut the hell up and take his cock between his lips.

* * *

Tate didn’t dare close his eyes as he watched Logan the best he could in the dark car. He lowered his lips over him and continued to thrust his finger in and out of his ass, and the raw eroticism from the act coupled with the risk of being caught was building in him an orgasm that felt fucking epic.

The words that had come out of Logan’s mouth about sucking him and fucking him had pretty much used up what little self-control he’d had left, and then Logan had unzipped and Tate knew he didn’t have long.

He could hear the sucking sounds echoing in the car, and when Logan drew his lips to the tip of his cock and tongued the glans, Tate gripped his head between his hands harder than he knew he should and shoved his cock as far as he could into the greedy mouth. He felt Logan cough slightly, and the vibration around his cock was all it took.

The finger in his ass hit the right spot, and Tate felt his balls tighten as he shouted out Logan’s name and came hard on his tongue.

Logan swallowed every fucking drop he’d given and was now lightly sucking his sensitive skin as he withdrew his hand from between his legs.