âWhat the fuck were you doing?â he snapped, shoving a finger toward the crushed fender. âYou came out of nowhere.â
The man slammed his truck door hard enough to make Jake flinch. âI had the lane.â
âBullshit. You were on your phone.â
âI was looking at the road, asshole.â
The man stepped closer, jaw tight, face flushed with a dark, sudden fury. Bigger. Broader. Casting a heavy shadow over the hot blacktop.
Jake kept going anyway. His pride pushed him right into the strangerâs space.
âYou think because youâre big you can just crowd people off theâ"
âKeep running that loud mouth,â the man growled.
Jake let out a short, sharp laugh. âOr what?â
The manâs eyes dropped to Jakeâs lips.
âOr Iâll give it something useful to do.â
Jake opened his mouth to snap back.
A heavy hand hit the back of his neck. The downward force dropped him hard, knees striking coarse asphalt, palms jerking uselessly at his sides. Heat rose from the road in waves. Engines ticked behind him. Horns dragged past in long, ugly bursts while the metallic click of a belt snapped open above his face.
Jake glared up through his lashes, jaw locked.
The manâs thumb and forefinger dug into the hinges of his jaw, forcing the bone down.
The blunt head of his cock pressed in all at once.
Thick heat split Jakeâs mouth wide. His lips stretched around it. His tongue flattened under the weight. The first shove hit too deep, too fast, and his throat seized around the crown with a wet, choking spasm.
Spit flooded under his tongue.
His eyes watered immediately.
âThere,â the man panted, fist tightening in Jakeâs hair. âThatâs better. Nice and quiet.â
Jake made a furious sound around him, muffled and useless.
The sound broke into gagging.
Jakeâs throat clamped hard, fighting the intrusion, then opened in a helpless pulse as the cock forced its shape into him. The shaft dragged over his tongue, slick with spit and precum, hot and heavy enough to make his jaw burn. He tried to pull air through his nose, but the next thrust stole it from him.
The man used his grip like leverage.
Jakeâs whole body flinched with each drive. His fingers dug into his jeans. His shoulders hitched. The heat of the road pressed through his knees while the cock pressed deeper into his throat, turning every angry word into wet, broken noise.
âStill got something to say?â
The thrusts turned rough. Angry. Each one drove the argument farther out of him. His pride had no room down there. Only the fist in his hair. The hard road under him. The thick cock stretching his mouth open and teaching his throat to yield.
Spit spilled down his chin and soaked his collar.
His face burned with every passing car. Light flickered across them in quick flashes. Jake felt exposed from the inside out, opened and silenced in the same brutal rhythm, his body reacting before his mind could recover. His throat tightened, opened, tightened again, learning the size of him.
The man groaned and drove in deeper.
Jakeâs nose brushed coarse hair. His throat locked around the base. Panic sparked through his chest, then sank under the heavy pulse of the cock buried in him.
The man held him there when he came.
Jake felt the first hot spasm deep in his throat. Cum spilled straight into him, thick and bitter, flooding past his tongue before he could cough. He swallowed on reflex, choking around the shaft as another pulse followed. Then another. His eyes squeezed shut. His throat worked helplessly, taking each wave because the cock left him nowhere else to put it.
When the man pulled free, Jake coughed hard.
Cum and spit clung to his lips. A thick strand slipped from his mouth and dripped to the asphalt between his knees.
Above him, the man tucked himself away, still breathing hard.
âNext time,â he said, looking down at him, âwatch your mouth.â
Jake stayed on his knees.
His jaw hung loose. His throat kept working around the bitter heat coating his tongue, around the ache the cock had left behind. The anger was gone. The argument was gone. All that remained was the hot blacktop under his palms and the taste of the man still sitting deep in his mouth.
His place had been made clear.
