Race With a Heart
Chapter 55: An Inch Closer With Each Return

Chapter 55: An Inch Closer With Each Return

It wasn’t just the body. Yes, the body was important and the physical pleasure it gave, but Martin wanted Steve with his heart and his soul. There was something dark about Paxton that drew Martin in with a magnetic force. The boy already knew that this was the shadow of a tragedy from years ago that casts on Paxton’s life and heart, but this only strengthened his desire for closeness. Be with him, give him your love, and make his heart finally open to the possibility of happiness - could a loving person want more? And Martin saw and felt that despite all Steve’s objections, despite all the assurances that there would never be anything between them, despite the constant running away, Steve always came back to him and was an inch closer with each return.

For Martin, physical rapprochement became not so much a substitute for emotional closeness as a way to achieve it. He believed with all his heart that by doing so, he would induce stubborn Steve to open up to love. It may not happen right away, but step by step ...

Meanwhile, the physical pleasure they will experience will serve both of them.

Steve braided his fingers through Martin’s hair. The gesture, though a bit predatory, had no hint of brutality in it. But it caused another shiver in the mechanic’s body.

Paxton, it seemed, had two natures in both everyday life and sex. There was dark violence and respectful concern for others. Being with Steve was a lottery, you could never predict which face he would see during sex. But Martin began to get the impression that these two different natures were beginning to intertwine, merge and merge. It was f*cking sexy!

The mechanic finally let the powerful driver’s cock out of his mouth. He needed a breath. Didin’t make it. Halfway through his breath, Steve’s tongue filled his mouth. The kiss, however, was short. Paxton stepped back to remove his clothes.

Martin had seen him naked more than once, yet again he could not get over the beauty of this body. Steve was tall and slim. There was not even an ounce of fat under his skin, but his muscles were clearly drawn, and Martin again had the impression that he had a young Greek god before his eyes. Paxton’s body was a walking perfection complemented by an extremely masculine face with a sharp profile and dark eyes that smoldered with danger.

"You prepared me well," Steve praised, shamelessly looking at his swollen, lifted member. "I could take you right now."

’Take me,’ Martin asked, and he moved his hips restlessly again.

"Where’s the fluid? Under the bed?"

"Yes."

Martin didn’t understand, how could he blush after what he had just done with Steve’s penis? Was this the place and time for shame?

Paxton pulled out a bottle. He picked up one of the pillows from the headboard.

"Put your butt up," he ordered, "and spread your legs."

Martin, red with shame, did both. He was so eager to see Steve get into him again! His penis was huge, so he would probably feel some discomfort at the beginning, maybe even pain, but it was worth it, goddamn it, it was worth it!

The pillow under Martin’s butt allowed Steve better access to his pink buttonhole. Paxton poured a dose of moisturizing fluid over the eye and unceremoniously slipped his middle finger inside.

Martin let out a long groan. The moment when some body from outside pressed against his hole was always shocking both to his body and to his mind. It was as if something screamed loud in him every time that it was against nature and tried to defend himself, but all attempts to resist it were in vain. Martin moved his hips impatiently.

"Relax," Steve reminded him. "We have time."

Joy and fear hit Martin at the same time. Steve had planned to be with him longer, not just for a quickie, but also planned to tease him! Will Martin’s body bear this expectation?

"If we have time, we can do a repeat," suggested the mechanic shyly. "I know you like marathons ..."

Yes, that was a fact. Their first, memorable night at the hotel was just such a marathon. Then they had a series of stealthy hot moments, but their last encounter, right in this apartment and on this bed, was another series of endless pleasure.

"One doesn’t exclude the other," Steve announced smiling with that dark smile of his. The promise was truly terrifying, especially since Martin, tied to the bed, could do nothing more than ask.

Meanwhile, Paxton’s finger was playing with the warm inside of Martin’s ass, making the boy crazy.

"Steve, please ..." he groaned desperately, "Come inside me!"

"Quiet otherwise I’ll have to gag you. Do you want me to gag you? "

Martin fell silent immediately, but in his mind he saw Paxton tying his mouth so that he couldn’t make his voice out, and then his massive cock entering him brutally pushing his inside out ...

"Next time," he announced.

"Well. Then I will take your word and gag you next time. "

The promise made Martin happy. The next time! So recently, Steve had made it clear that they wouldn’t be together, that even having sex between them was a mistake. Then he agreed to have sex alone, but still only by accident. Now, for the first time, they were making plans. For the first time, Steve accepted that it might be ’next time’. Martin’s heart was jumping upwards! It was the first such promise between them!

"What are you so happy about?" Paxton asked and put a second finger in his ass. Martin started again.

The boy could not tell his lover the truth. He was afraid that if he did so, Stve, fearing emotional closeness, would run away from him again. So he decided to tell him a half-truth that should keep Paxton with him.

"I imagined that ’next time’. I imagined you gagging me and you entering me, hard, like at the beginning ... "

Now Steve’s three fingers were dancing inside him. Martin squirmed, wanting more. The fingers didn’t go as deep as the penis.

"So you prefer it spicy after all," Steve said, a bit surprised.

"I’m impatient," admitted Martin. "I’m a guy too ..."

"So you can’t blame me for anything," Paxton announced, and Martin shouted as Steve’s big cock unexpectedly began to tear inside him. He went deeper and deeper, stubbornly and with almost force lifting the mechanic’s penetrated ass.

Martin groaned so thin he actually squealed.

He was ashamed of the sound he made, but he couldn’t hide his face. He could only turn his head, but he could see a satisfied smile bloom on Steve’s face anyway.

God, Paxton was so beautiful!

Martin stared at him furtively, through the locks of his hair that fell over his eyes, the lovely face of the taking man. There was something predatory about those sharp features, but their regularity made Steve dazzle. Like a noble eagle with hungry for prey, dark eyes.

Paxton threw Martin’s legs over his shoulders. Slowly at first, because he hadn’t had the proper slide yet, he moved his hips. His penis rubbing against the soft interior warmed it to red, and after a short time his movements were freer, stronger and faster, causing Martin’s mouth to moan after moan. Tied to the bed, the defenseless boy began to shake his head.

"God ... Steve ... I can’t ..." he was saying in a choppy voice.

He was so close to crazy orgasm that neither his body nor his mind could take it anymore. Each thrust was a wonderful torture of pleasure.

Martin knew he couldn’t die of pleasure, but it felt like he was dying. Another moment and he really ...

Martin opened his eyes. It was almost completely dark in his apartment. Only the pale light of street lamps shone through the window.

The window was open. A silhouette stood leaning out the window. If Martin’s apartment had a balcony, this figure would probably be standing on it. The chill of the night and the smell of a cigarette burned into Martin’s senses.

’Steve’ thought the boy and lazily closed his eyes.

Steve didn’t smell like cigarettes lately. Was he actually quitting smoking? He probably carried a pack of cigarettes with him on such occasions. Martin smiled gently. He knew smoking was bad for health, but for him the smell of tobacco smoke, gasoline, exhaust gases and expensive cologne would always be the most beautiful fragrance in the world. He remembered the scene when he saw Paxton nonchalantly leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, the first day after work. Then he wouldn’t even have dared to think that Steve would be smoking a cigarette in his apartment one night. Then he was afraid to speak to him at all. So much has changed in these two months!

Paxton closed the window and quietly slipped under the sheets. Martin felt the cold pouring out of him. The driver was even trembling slightly. The night was cool and he was naked. No wonder he was cold. Martin was still warm, so he moved closer to Paxton to give him some warmth.

"You do not sleep?" he heard a question whispered very softly.

"Half and a half" he replied sleepily snuggling into the driver. He did not do it on purpose. Half asleep, he was acting out of instinct, not consciousness. "I love your smell," he muttered yet.

Steve’s cold hand touched his cheek. Martin was still smiling happily, his eyes still closed. He couldn’t see Paxton watching him through the night, trying to etch all his features in the pale street light in his mind. He didn’t hear when Steve leaned his head towards him and softly whispered something in his ear.