When I pulled them out they were wet enough. I reached behind him and found his hole and pressed in. He was still loose from the hotel. That knowledge sat in my gut like a bruise. I worked him open on two fingers right there in my lap while I kept stroking our cocks with the other hand. He shook. The truck springs gave a little. I added a third finger and he made a noise against my neck that I will hear later when I am in bed with Mara and I should not.

“Up,” I said.

He lifted. I lined up. I spat again because we had nothing...