He was moving his right hand slowly back and forth right above his lap while he talked, and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. And, holy hell, his voice was getting lower and sexier.
“When you finally get a good steam going, it billows around you and makes you feel flushed and warm.” He took his left hand now and fanned himself while still moving his hand in that sinful back and forth rhythm right above his cock. I wondered if he was getting as hard as I was now. From the sound of his voice, I’d bet he was turning himself on just by explaining this to me.
“Jay, you feel like you’re in a spa, and you see those flaws melt away under your iron.” He moved his right hand down to his lap now and began rubbing it up and down his pants legs, pretending to straighten out the fabric, but he spent a good portion of the time rubbing what I could tell even in the low light was a very impressive hard-on. My breathing was picking up to match his increased respiration, and with the mention of a spa, I was imagining Ethan in a towel wrapped low around his narrow hips. Damn.
“By the time you finish with the piece you’re working on, you’re breathing a little harder, there’ll be sweat on your forehead, and you’ll feel an absolute release of tension. It’s almost as good as an orgasm if you do it long enough.” He kept rubbing his jeans covered cock and leveled his gaze on me in the strobing darkness.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you just made ironing sexy,” I whispered to myself. I was going to have a real problem if I didn’t change the subject. I was already painfully aware that my cock had no more room in these pants. And I would not do anything with Ethan while I was responsible for his safety. But, God, he was so hard to resist. I had to do it, though. Thank God we were almost home now, and I had a reason to change the subject.
“We’re almost to my house. It’s late, and you won’t be able to see much, but I’ll show you around in the morning. I’m sure you’re tired, so I’ll just show you to your room and let you get some sleep.”
Ethan gave me a funny look but went along with the change in topic. “Oh, cool. I’ll just need my suitcase tonight. I am a little tired so that’ll be fine, I guess.”
If I weren’t mistaken, I would almost think Ethan sounded disappointed in my plan, but it had to be wishful thinking. He had to want some privacy and to get settled the first night in a new place. Surely he didn’t want my company.
