“And if you get my car dirty,” I murmur, “you’re cleaning it with that tongue that loves talking back at me.”
The sound Elias makes is a broken whimper, his thighs trembling against the leather. But his hand starts moving for real now—stroking himself properly, desperate, wrecked as the city streaks past outside.
“Good boy,” I rasp, eyes flicking between the road and him—my pup, flushed and gasping, jacking himself in the passenger seat like he was made for this. “Don’t stop until you give me five.”
He whines, hips jerking into his fist, teeth sinking into his lip until it splits.
Then his back arches hard, his hand stroking fast and frantic, and he spills hot over his own stomach with a strangled sob.
“One.” His voice breaks as he gasps it out, eyes squeezing shut. “O-one, sir.”
I shift gears, steady, unbothered. The SUV hums down the road, my knuckles easy on the wheel, the other hand still fisted in his curls.
“That’s it,” I murmur again, scar curving with my smirk. “Now four more.”
His head jerks, eyes snapping open, glassy and desperate. “S-sir—”
“Don’t test me, pup.” My grip tightens, dragging his head back until his throat’s bared. “You wanted to run your mouth in front of the whole team. Now you’re going to wreck yourself in my car until you can’t see straight. Five. Or you’ll wish I’d kept it at punishment.”
He whimpers, body twitching, cock still sensitive and slick in his trembling hand. But he strokes again anyway, moaning through his teeth, hips jerking as the road hums beneath us.
And I don’t stop driving.
Not until he breaks on my command.
Not until he gives me all five.
His first orgasm still slicks his stomach, his hand shaking as he forces himself to stroke again, raw and oversensitive.Every gasp out of him is wrecked, every whimper sharp enough to pierce through the low growl of the engine.
“Faster,” I order, calm, flat.
He obeys. His hips twitch, thighs trembling. His eyes squeeze shut when his breath stutters.
“Say it,” I growl.
“Two, sir!” His cry shatters into the cab as he comes again, spilling weak against his stomach, body jolting hard against the seat. “F-fuck—two.”
“Mhm” My thumb strokes slow across his scalp before I drag his head back farther. “Three more.”
His chest jerks, lips trembling, hand twitching where it still wraps around his cock.
“Cap—please, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” My voice cuts through the dark, final. “Three more, pup. Keep stroking.”
His fist drags again, slow at first, then sharper when I tug his hair tighter. His hips writhe against the seat, thighs trembling as sweat streaks down his chest.
It takes longer this time. He sobs through it, chokes on every breath, but I don’t let him stop—not until his cry breaks hoarse..
“Three.” His body jerking limp under my grip. “Th-three, sir.”
“Good boy,” I rasp, shifting gears smooth as the road curves. “Two more.”
And that’s when he falters.
His hand shakes too hard. His lips gasping useless air, eyes glassy as his fist stalls out halfway down his cock.
“Cap—” His voice cracks, desperate, shaking. “I c-can’t—fuck, I can’t—”
