Long Haul Love (Trucker Love #1)

Chapter Eight

By the time they finished dinner, Shepherd wanted nothing more than to go to the hotel next door, rent a room, and sleep for about twelve hours. At the same time, he wanted to climb into Brogan’s truck and see if they could get the cab rocking, even though their blood test results would not be available for a couple of days.

Brogan looked as tired as he felt, but also had a gleam in his eyes that had him shifting in his seat, trying to get his cock adjusted to a more comfortable position. Walking out of here was going to be embarrassing if he didn’t calm the fuck down.

He just didn’t know how.

He pulled out his wallet when the waitress approached with their bill, intending to pay for dinner. It was the least he could do since Brogan had bought breakfast and lunch, as well as snacks and all the gas.

“Put that away,”

Brogan ordered gently as he pulled out the credit card that always seemed to be close at hand.

“But …”

Shepherd started, before Brogan cut him off.

“The company buys meals, snacks, gas, and hotel rooms,”

Brogan said as he handed the waitress the card.

“But …”

“Hush, Hoss. The company pays.”

“Aye, aye, captain,”

Shepherd said with a grin and a salute.

“Smart ass.”

Once the bill was paid and Brogan left the tip in cash, they left the restaurant and headed to the truck.

As they crossed the parking lot, Shepherd realized he was nervous. While he had experienced giving head and having sex, there was only one man in his history, and he had been more interested in getting his rocks off than in teaching Shepherd anything about sex between two men.

He hoped Brogan wouldn’t be too disappointed when he found out.

“Okay, Hoss, we start by turning on the light, securing the doors, and pulling the curtains.”

When he tried to help, Shepherd quickly found out that Brogan had a system and he was just getting in the way.

“Why don’t I just sit over here and let you do your thing,”

he said, sliding onto the bed and moving to the back corner, well out of the way.

“Go ahead and take off your shoes and get comfortable,”

Brogan said as he pulled the curtains around to block out the glare from the parking lot lights and other trucks that were still active.

“Will there be trucks pulling in all night?”

Shepherd asked as he toed off his sneakers before pulling off his socks and tucking them into his shoes. He then tucked them out of the way so Brogan would not trip over them as he moved around the small space.

“It should quiet down in a little bit, though some teams prefer to run at night because that’s when you have the road to yourself. We’ll get an early start, but the law says I have to take ten hours off between shifts.”

“You’ve got to be exhausted,”

Shepherd said as the man turned his seat around to face the bed and then sat down. “I’m tired, and I didn’t really do anything all day.”

Brogan smiled, his eyes once again with that sexy gleam in them. A shiver of need ran through Shepherd and his cock twitched, demanding to be free of his pants and dealt with.

“I am tired, but I also know I won’t sleep until we do something about this,”

he said, cupping one hand over the long, thick pole that was pushing at the front of the jeans he had put back on after his shower. “By the bulge in your pants, I have a feeling you’re in the same condition, aren’t you, Hoss?”

“Uh-huh,”

Shepard said, moving his head up and down while at the same time licking his lips as he watched Brogan’s hand slowly move up and down the impressive length of his cock.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes and get really comfortable,”

Brogan said, his voice a deep rumble that mesmerized Shepherd.

Shepherd wiggled out of his clothes, his eyes never leaving Brogan, who matched him move for move. In less than a minute, they were both naked.

While he wanted to get himself off, as soon as he saw Brogan’s cock, he was more interested in closing the distance between them and tasting the log the man was packing between his legs. He whimpered when the big man wrapped his hand around the base and began stroking his hand up and down the length.

Shepherd whimpered again, fighting the need to crawl across the bed and down onto the floor so he could kneel between the man’s legs and suck that monster dry.

“Want a taste?”

Brogan asked as if he could read his thoughts.

“Uh-huh.”

“First, I want to watch you jerk off. Then, while you’re getting your second wind, you can come over here and suck my cock. After that, we’ll curl up in the bed and cuddle while we watch a movie. How does that sound?”

Like he always did, Brogan remained in control as he laid out their evening’s activities.

Though he wanted to object, Shepherd realized he would be getting everything he wanted—to relieve the ache in his balls and then suck on that magnificent cock.

As he studied Brogan, he decided to put on a show. Might as well torture the man to show him how it felt. Instead of going straight to working his cock, he grabbed one of the pillows from the other side of the bed and stuffed it behind him. He then shifted on the bed, sliding down a little. With his knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, he spread them wide so Brogan could hopefully see not only his cock, but also the winking of his back hole.

Lifting his hands to his chest, he plucked at his nipples.

Brogan’s moan filled the cab as he slowly traced one hand down the center of his body.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to come without even touching myself and then you’ll miss out,”

the man said as he ran the tips of two finger along the underside of his cock from tip to base.

“We can’t have that,”

Shepherd murmured, slowly wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.

Their moans harmonized as his own touch sent him perilously close to the edge of sanity. He had to take a deep breath and think about cold things to keep from blowing his top on the first stroke. Snow. Icebergs. His father’s heart.

The last one jerked him back far enough that he was able to begin sliding his hand up and down his cock.

“Slower, Hoss. Don’t want to think you’re a two-pump chump.”

Brogan shifted in his seat.

He moved slower, for a few strokes, but his hand then acted as if it had a brain of its own. It moved faster and faster, growing tighter and giving him every bit of stimulation he needed. When his other hand reached down and fondled his balls, which were already growing tight, there was no holding back.

Three more strokes and he screamed as his orgasm pulsed out the tip of his cock, covering his chest and belly. His brain fritzed out at the same time everything below his nose went limp. All he could do was breathe, blink, and stare across the bed toward where Brogan sat, his hands wrapped around the arms of his captain’s chair.

When he thought he could move again, he flopped over and then crawled across the bed. His complete focus zeroed in on Brogan’s thick cock with the tip glistening with his own pre-cum.

“Hang on, Hoss,”

Brogan said as he pushed from his chair.

“No,”

Shepherd cried as the man went into his gym bag and pulled out the wet washcloth they had shared during their earlier showers.

The coolness felt good on his overheated skin as Brogan wiped away his semen. It also brought his brain back online so he could think past his own orgasm.

****

Brogan sat back down, careful not to put any pressure on his own cock. He could only hope that he lasted a little longer than his little hoss, but he wasn’t sure if that would be possible. But this was the first of many nights he planned for them to be together in this space, so it would be okay. He would make it up to Shepherd once they got their test results back.

He forced himself to sit still while Shepherd slowly lowered himself to the floor and then crawled over and up the front of the chair between his legs. The man was like a cat, all sinewy grace and effortless motion.

“Relax, big boy,”

the kneeling man murmured after dragging his tongue over his balls and up the underside of his cock.

“I’m not sure I can,”

he said softly, gripping the armrests tighter in order to keep from wrapping his hands around Shepherd’s head and guiding him up and down his cock.

He was determined to allow the man time to play, tease, torture, or whatever else he wanted to do. Brogan had never thought of himself as a dominant man, but right now he wanted nothing more than to jam his cock as deep into that sweet mouth as he could get.

Instead, he focused on breathing and keeping himself from driving his hips upward as Shepherd lifted his cock from where it rested against his lower belly. That lasted until he swirled his tongue around the top with a soft moan of appreciation.

“So good,”

Shepard whispered before covering the head and sucking lightly.

“Now I’m afraid I’m going to be a two-pump chump. It’s been too long and you are so damn delectable.”

Shepherd didn’t respond. He just slid his mouth up and down the top half of Brogan’s cock. His tongue swirled and stroked as he took as much of him in as he could. One hand wrapped around the exposed portion of cock and stroked it as he moved up and down. His other hand gently rolled his balls as if they were a pair of dice he was fondling.

Brogan’s entire body grew tight as he panted, hoping to hold off another few seconds. But that was not possible. The man’s sweet mouth and hands were just too much to deny.

He roared his release as his hips canted up from the chair once, twice, and then on the third time his seed poured out of him and into Shepherd’s waiting mouth.

When the flood slowed and stopped, he collapsed into his chair, easily understanding how Shepherd had felt just moments before. He watched the man as he swallowed down his seed and then go to work licking his cock clean.

“God, Hoss, that was amazing,”

he said, his words as fuzzy around the edges as he felt.

Shepherd giggled. “I thought so, too. We’re going to have to try that … and more … again.”

“And more and more and more,”

Brogan agreed on a sigh. “For now, I think we need to crawl in, curl up, and get some sleep.”

Shepherd leaned up and brushed a kiss on his lips. “Sounds like a plan to me.”