Chapter 18
They could both clearly feel the flames of desire that were ignited in each other's bodies and were almost about to burst out from each other's rapid heartbeats and hot breathing.
At this moment of ecstasy, the sound of electric bike wheels rubbing against the ground approached from afar, then stopped not far away. The designated driver, riding a folding electric bike, cautiously leaned over and asked, "Hello, is this the designated driver you called?"
Ji Zhiqi paused after being suddenly interrupted. His voice was still hoarse with the lingering lust, but his tone was unquestionable: "No, thank you."
The designated driver looked through the gap in the strangely shrouded coat and vaguely saw two tall figures pressed tightly together inside. Although he couldn't see their faces, the atmosphere... He instantly understood something. His face turned red, and he pushed his feet. The electric bike "whoosh" rushed out at a speed as fast as if it was escaping the scene.
I was still muttering in my heart: Are people so wild nowadays? Two men... in the parking lot just like that... Although it's a pity that I didn't see their faces, otherwise I could share this exciting melon with my buddies.
After the designated driver left, Ji Zhiqi opened his coat and threw it into the car.
Then he reached out and opened the car door with a "click". Without saying anything, he pushed Song Shiyu, who was still a little breathless, into the passenger seat, and quickly got into the driver's seat himself.
The space inside the car is indeed a bit cramped for Ji Zhiqi, who is 190 cm tall, and Song Shiyu, who is 187 cm tall.
But at this moment, Ji Zhiqi obviously couldn't care less and he couldn't bear it at all.
As soon as he closed the car door, without even having time to adjust the seat, he leaned over again, clasped Song Shiyu's neck with one hand, and lowered his head to accurately capture the pair of lips that had become even more rosy and attractive because of the intense kiss just now.
"Hmm..." Song Shiyu let out a short, muffled groan.
Ji Zhiqi's kiss was deeper and more aggressive than before, with an eagerness and desire as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him whole.
His tongue flexibly pried open the teeth and plundered every inch of the mouth, entangling and sucking, leaving no corner untouched.
Song Shiyu could feel Ji Zhiqi's hands also began to wander restlessly on his body, slowly moving down from his strong back and stroking his waist, his intention was obvious.
Although Song Shiyu was also responding to the kiss passionately, the remaining rationality in his brain made him realize that something seemed wrong with the direction things were going.
This posture... is he assumed to be the one below?
This realization made him subconsciously start to struggle, trying to reverse this passive situation.
"Don't move!" Ji Zhiqi's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, with suppressed pain and tension, and even faint blue veins on his forehead bulged out because of his endurance.
When he saw Song Shiyu chatting and laughing with other men in the bar, he felt so jealous and angry;
When he kissed the lips he had longed for, how much willpower did it take not to lose control immediately?
How hard it is for him to endure now!
Song Shiyu paused.
He raised his eyes to look at Ji Zhiqi. Even in the dim light inside the car, he could clearly see the strong desire and suppressed pain churning in the other's eyes.
He took a deep breath and asked a question that seemed a little inappropriate at this time, but was related to his final confirmation: "Ji Zhiqi, are you... really willing to do this? With me..." At this time, what he was worried about was whether Ji Zhiqi was really willing.
Ji Zhiqi did not answer with words, but gave him the most direct and affirmative answer with a more passionate and irresistible kiss and actions.
He reached for the adjustment knob next to the seat and slammed the backrest down.
Song Shiyu looked at Ji Zhiqi's beautiful face so close to him. Because of his emotions and endurance, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and one drop was sliding down his superior nose.
Song Shiyu raised his hand as if possessed by a ghost and gently wiped away the drop of sweat with his fingertips.
This gesture of pity seemed to instantly ignite the final fuse.
Ji Zhiqi's eyes darkened, and he kissed Song Shiyu hard on the lips. Then he used both hands to turn him over so that his back was facing him.
For Song Shiyu, as long as Ji Zhiqi is willing and as long as he is with Ji Zhiqi, it doesn't matter to him whether he is in the higher or lower position.
"Relax..." Ji Zhiqi whispered in his ear in a hoarse voice with a soothing tone.
However, when he really entered, the indescribable pain of being forcibly stretched and torn made Song Shiyu instantly tense all the muscles in his body. The blood drained from his handsome face, and the sweat that had just been wiped off his forehead seeped out again.
He bit his lower lip hard, and a broken, painful groan escaped from his throat.
Ji Zhiqi paused, he could feel the tenseness and trembling of the person under him.
He did not rush to move, but leaned over and gently kissed Song Shiyu's sensitive ears, neck and shoulder blades over and over again, trying to distract him with the warmth and touch of his lips and tongue, and relieve his tension and pain. His low voice kept soothing him in his ear: "Relax... Shiyu, it won't hurt soon..."
Under Ji Zhiqi's patient guidance and comfort, the sharp pain was gradually replaced by a strange, filling heat that even began to breed a strange pleasure.
Song Shiyu's clenched teeth slowly loosened, and his tense body gradually relaxed. He began to try to accept and adapt, and even in the end, he began to respond awkwardly...
The temperature in the cramped carriage was scorching, and the air was filled with the scent of lust, sweat, and uncontrollable, intermittent gasps and moans.
A layer of ambiguous mist gradually covered the car window, blurring the cold world of the parking lot outside...
I don’t know how long it took, but everything finally returned to calm.
Song Shiyu felt completely exhausted, as if all his bones had been pulled out. He slumped weakly on the lowered seat, gasping for breath, and didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Ji Zhiqi's condition was slightly better than his, but his breathing was also heavy.
After a short rest, Ji Zhiqi turned on the interior lights of the car, and the warm yellow light illuminated the small and messy space.
He showed no disdain or laziness. He first helped Song Shiyu clean their bodies very gently and carefully, and used wet wipes to carefully wipe off the sticky sweat and mess on each other's bodies.
Then, he carefully cleaned the marks on the car seats and restored everything to its original state, as if the intense love affair had never happened - if you ignore the charming scent that had not yet dissipated in the air and Song Shiyu's obvious fatigue and laziness.
After doing all this, Ji Zhiqi sat back in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.
He turned his head and looked at Song Shiyu, who had his eyes closed and a pale face, but with a lazy charm that was unique to after the incident. His voice returned to its usual clear and bright tone, but with a hint of imperceptible tenderness: "I'll take you home."
The car drove smoothly out of the parking lot and merged into the river of cars that was still flowing in the city at night.
Song Shiyu leaned back in his chair, tilted his head to look at the colorful lights passing by quickly outside the window, feeling the subtle discomfort and secret throbbing coming from deep within his body, reminding him of what had just happened. His mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
Ji Zhiqi was driving intently, occasionally glancing at the person beside him with the corner of his eyes, a satisfied and gentle smile on his lips.
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