That tug on his hair almost tumbled them both to the ground; both because it was unexpected and it felt like he got instantly hard from the pain of nearly all of Bjorn's weight pulling on it.

Rekker had awkwardly kicked off his shoes while Bjorn fumbled his way into the backseat. He was just tossing them on to the floorboards when he caught sight of that perfect ass in those tight pants. Rekker got a hold of those pants just as Bjorn started to fall, though he let go to climb in and close the door behind him.

"Get out of all this shit." Rekker turned and was kneeling precariously on the seat while grabbing for Bjorn's boots to pull them off. "I want your tight, bitchy, fucking ass."

At this rate, Bjorn's clothes might end up torn. The Brit is desperate.