“I don’t know if I...” He trailed off, licking his lips again.
Honestly, I really didn’t care what he did so long as he did something. For now, we could start easy. Use this to get him familiar with someone else’s junk other than his own. Lucky for him, I was an excellent teacher.
“Like this,” I said, tightening my hold on his wrist and then guiding him once more.
He followed the motion, dragging his hand up the length of my cock until we reached the head. Simply seeing his hand on me had me leaking more, the erotic view turning me on way more than I thought it ever could.
To think that I’d had wet dreams about this very thing over ten years ago, fantasized about it more times than I ever cared to admit, and now we were here doing this.
There’d been times when we’d driven around in his car with just the two of us after school, freshly licensed and without any other cares in the world but getting as far away from our high school as humanly possible, that I’d had these same wild thoughts.
Wondering what would happen if I just reached across the distance between us and put my hand in his lap while he was driving down the highway.
How fast could he push his dad’s luxury car to go while I had my lips wrapped around his cock? Till he was fisting his hand in my air and pulling me up before he came.
Fifteen years was all it took for the fantasy to become a reality.
This was so much better than sitting in a stuffy restaurant while we argued over the dinner rolls and butter that would be the only thing to hold us over during the forty-five minute wait it took us to get our entrees.
The tendons in his hand flexed while he tightened his grip on me, causing my balls to squeeze again and drool more precum.
“Shit,” Avery mumbled, dragging his hand up over the head to collect the slick accumulated there and then moving back down my shaft again. “You like that, hmm?”
I arched my back, folded my body back into the seat. “Yeah...”
I liked this. Him keeping a hold of my jaw—practically pinning me against the headrest—while he moved his hand. I felt safe like this, trapped in the best way possible. I had nowhere else to go, nothing else to focus on but his hands on me.
“Up here.” I grabbed at his wrist again, pulling him back up to circle around the head and then drawing it back down, slicking my skin with my own fluids. “That’s it. Little faster.”
His hand curled around me, measured strokes pulling another moan out of me that had him cursing softly under hisbreath. I could feel the quick bursts of his breathing as he panted against my cheek, and gave into the need to pull him closer.
Avery’s forehead was hot against my own slightly clammy one. His audible swallow was not lost on me and neither was the way he tilted his head, almost like he wanted to kiss me. I fucking wanted him to but I needed this more—needed him right here with me and watching as I came undone from his touch.
“Fuck. I’m close,” I ground out.
He swallowed again, his voice rough. “Yeah?”
“Keep going. Just like that.” My entire body throbbed, the need to come so overwhelming that it was getting hard to focus on anything else.
Avery, despite his rather amateur knowledge in how to give another man a hand job, was doing fucking fantastic. He’d always been a quick learner, picking things up pretty much straight away when he actually tried.
This was no exception, apparently.
He was a goddamn natural.
What else was he capable of doing with those perfect hands of his?
His fist drew up to my head again, keeping it there while he stroked quickly in rapid bursts. The sensations sent shockwaves rolling down my spine, my body pitching back to arch out of my seat, still held down partially by his other hand that kept me from going anywhere.
The moan that left my lips was tortured sounding—caught between a plea and a demand.
“Avery,”was all that I could manage to choke out before exploding in his hand.
He moved his hand down me again, using long strokes that had me spilling all over his knuckles and making a total mess of us both.
I came for what felt like ages, until my body was empty, and then I slumped back into the seat behind me with a dazed feeling washing over me.
He buried his face in my neck, pressing his mouth against the column of my skin in a way that almost had me believing he was kissing the spot over and over again. My post orgasm bliss was apparently making me delirious.
