He stuck his hand into my pocket, and I held my breath as his fingers grazed my hard-on, but he merely dug out my keys and dangled them. I leaned in and rubbed against his front, and he grabbed my left asscheek to hold me still.
“Tease,” I breathed out, snatching the keys.
“Get in the car and I’ll do more than tease.”
Stupidly, I nodded. “Yes. Yes, please.”
He laughed as I hit the button to unlock the Maserati, then hopped inside. I ran to the driver-side door.Does this count as an aerobic workout?I was hoping there were other activities we would do this morning that would get my heart rate up—things that would have me flat on my back or belly, moaning loud enough that Maurice would shush me and warn me others might hear. As I slid into the seat behind the steering wheel, he dropped his palm to my thigh and brushed it upward, shoving the leg of my shorts along with it so his hand was close to exactly where I wanted it.
“Start the car.”
“Uh, hell.” I followed orders and had to ignore the way he lightly kissed along my neck while I was reversing out of the parking spot. It took all my willpower to keep my eyes open and on the road, but I drove off toward my place. Thankfully his gym was on the outskirts of St. Loren or he would’ve had to let me breathe to navigate heavy traffic.
As it was, I quickly began to lose the battle with concentration, so I flipped on the signal and turned the car off the two-lane road into a small pull-in area that had, once upon a time, been the parking lot for a gas station. The building and pumps were removed years ago, but locals still sometimes stopped here to use nearby walking paths, and I was glad no one seemed to be around. I steered the car as far away from the road as possible, then cut the engine.
Maurice settled his hand on my cock and moved his mouth up higher on my neck, and I tilted my head back as he massaged my straining shaft. Hissing, I thrust my hips.
“Love these little shorts.” He nibbled on my earlobe and the tip of my cock throbbed, and then he followed my shaft with his thumb and found the head, putting just enough pressure on it to make me feel ready to go off like a geyser. “All I can think about is pulling them off you.”
With a moan, I raised my hips and tried to get more friction from his hand, but he only lightly caressed me. “I’ll wear them every day.”
“Help me. Put my glasses on the dash,” he murmured, leaning back.
He held still and my heart swelled because he trusted me to take the glasses carefully from him. I was settling the frames on the dashboard when he unhooked his seat belt and shifted around. At first I wasn’t sure what was happening, but he leaned over and buried his face against my trapped cock. His warm breath through the fabric had me bucking against him, and he chuckled.
“This silky material. It’s almost like you want me to strip it off you and suck you down.”
Words.I knew how to use them normally, but I only swallowed and nodded, gliding my crotch against his face when he pressed his lips along the trapped ridge of my erection. He hooked his fingers in the waistband.
I whimpered. “Maurice, I’ve never done anything like this in public.”
He popped his head up and glanced out the windshield at the green field that spread away toward trees, then grinned at me. “You’re worried someone will see us?”
I shrugged and bit my lip as a thrill jolted through me, and I couldn’t stop writhing in the seat.
“Oh, then we better hurry before someone catches us.” He winked and tugged on my shorts, and I lifted up. Between the two of us, the shorts and my briefs were around my thighs in no time.
“Never in the car, huh?” He studied my face.
I shook my head. “Too many risks.”
He kissed my cheek and gave my exposed cock a tender caress. “Would you like it if someone saw me going down on you?”
I panicked for a moment as a million different sensations sliced through my chest, some good, some bad. Finally, I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Hmm.” He smirked and shifted around until he was able to lean forward again. “Better keep watch, then.”
My body went on hyperalert in every way possible as he pressed his soft lips against my straining cockhead. He lightly kissed all around the tip, then flicked his tongue over the slit. I rested a hand on his back and massaged his tense muscles. The tang of sweat and his deodorant was in the air and smelled delectably masculine. My toes curled in my shoes as he swirled his tongue around me, and he used one hand to stroke my thigh in a way that made me wish we were in bed so I could spread my legs for him.
I really did love doing whatever my partner wanted, and it made my stomach hot that he seemed to like taking control of every situation. I hadn’t expected this much aggression from Maurice, but it was a delightful surprise.
“Anyone peeking at us?” he asked. The swirl of his breath on my spit-slicked cock had me trembling.
I glanced all around. “No.”
He used my distraction to slide his lips the whole way down my shaft, and I cried out as I bumped the back of his throat. He began to bob his head, lips a perfect wet drag against my skin, and then he brought his hand in to gently jerk off the part of my cock that wasn’t in his mouth. All I could do was quiver and take it.
Each time he went down on me he managed to go the slightest bit farther, until I was wedged in his throat. The ripples of his muscles around my cockhead destroyed my control and I pumped my hips, trying to get more of that pressure and wet heat on my cock. He moved with me, and I slammed my hand against the roof of the car, using the other to clutch the back of his shirt.
