He pushed me against the back of the seat, keeping me there by the hold on my jaw and lifted himself up over the center console just enough to untuck his legs from where they were trapped under the steering wheel.
There was already a prominent bulge between his legs, mirroring my own trapped one. His slacks were much more forgiving, though, giving me a front and center look to how turned on he was also getting from this.
Something in me clicked, then.
If I was going to do this—actually let Avery explore whatever he needed to with me—then I needed to get out of my own head and ride this wave for however long it lasted. Turning him away because of my own insecurities and the fear that he’d leave me eventually was only going to make me regret not letting this happen in the end.
Would I survive the inevitable heartbreak?
Who fucking knew.
But what Ididknow was that if I got to have Avery—allof him—for this short amount of time, then I needed to jump on the opportunity.
He was clearly willing and ready.
“I need you to touch me,” I said, my voice firm.
His eyes widened for a split second and then grew serious. Without a word, he shifted his hold on my jaw, switching hands in order to reach over my body and down to a button on the side of my seat.
The back of my seat slowly lowered at an agonizing pace, until I was finally flat on my back. Before he could lean back, I grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him close to me. His cologne clogged my senses in the best way, intoxicating me.
“Show me,” he murmured.
I followed the line of his arm down to his free hand, taking it and placing it over my aching hard on. The second he made contact, my eyes fluttered shut, another moan leaving me. I heard him suck in a short gasp, his fingers tightening instantly.
“Right here,” was all I said.
Fuck, that felt good.
My legs parted further, taking up as much room as possible until I had both my knees knocking against the door and the console. It wasn’t enough by any means, but at least spread like this, I got a little relief from how cramped in my jeans I was.
Avery’s hand moved in a slow circle, kneading my balls through the material of my jeans in a way that had my cock twitching and squeezing out a little precum. The motion was slow and torturous, with not enough friction to really satisfy me but forced me to hold on for dear life nonetheless.
The urge to meet his hand half way and grind up into it had me gritting my teeth together.
I needed to take this slow. Scaring Avery off was the last thing I wanted to end up doing.
I snapped my eyes open again. Avery’s own staring back at me were dark in the dim lighting from the cars passing by, his pupils dilated and his mouth dropped open just enough that I could see his tongue pushing at the back of his teeth. He was so close that all it would take was one shove up and our mouths would be smashed together.
“More,” I breathed out.
He paused and then moved his hand up to where the button of my jeans was, his fingers twisting around the front of it until it finally popped open.
I shoved the fly apart along with my jeans and underwear, needing to free myself or else I was going to burst. My cock was rigid, popping out to smack against my stomach with a hard slap that had my balls squeezing tightly.
I heard Avery gasp, his hand coming down to ghost over the line of my cock almost instantly.
“Fuck,”I ground out, causing him to pause.
Oh, no you don’t.
Grabbing his wrist again, I guided him right to where the line of my jeans ended. His fingers spread for me, curling around and cupping me in his hand. He didn’t move or so much as squeeze tight enough to give me any kind of relief.
Instead, he simply stared.
“Jesus, you’re pretty,” he murmured.
What the hell?
