“W-what?”
“The pub, the glory hole, did you like it?” Joe repeated.
Scott looked down.
Several heartbeats passed. Joe impatiently counted them out inside his head, but he didn’t rush Scott along. He doubted Scott could have coped if he had.
Finally, Scott nodded. “I didn’t th-think I would, but I…I really did.” A blush crept back to his checks.
For damn near the first time since he’d entered the car, Joe felt no desire to frown. He smiled as he put his hand back on Scott’s knee, then slid it a little further up his leg.
As easily as that, Scott appeared to lose the ability to breathe. He stared down at Joe’s hand as if it was some sort of magical talisman that might do something startling and fantastical at any moment.
Joe leaned forward until his lips were within an inch of Scott’s ear. “When you were in there, down on your knees behind a grubby glory hole, did you wonder what it would have felt like if I ordered you to stand there instead?”
It was Scott’s turn to frown now. “S-s-stand?”
The way Scott’s leg trembled under his hand, Joe wasn’t sure if Scott would have been able to remain standing. Theknowledge made Joe grin. “Yeah, stand,” he said. “I could just as easily have ordered you to stand on one side, and knelt on the other side myself.”
As Joe spoke, he undid Scott’s fly.
It was impossible to tell if the mewing little whimper Scott let out was inspired by the way Joe’s knuckles brushed against his cock, or by the pictures Joe was painting in his mind. Either scenario was fine with Joe.
Scott, once more, felt happy and safe. Anything that got them to that point was bloody fantastic as far as Joe was concerned.
“Didn’t you know doms can go down on their subs?” Joe asked, all teasing surprise. “We can you know. I givegreathead.”
Scott’s head dropped back as Joe deftly freed his cock from behind the fabric and wrapped his fingers around it. After just a few strokes, he could tell Scott was already on edge.
“Push your seat back.”
Scott blinked at Joe as if he were speaking a different language.
“It’s a simple order, Scott. Just because I didn’t write it down and stuff it in an envelope, that doesn’t mean you can ignore it.” Joe let just the tiniest note of dominance enter his voice. “Do as you’re told. Push your seat back as far as it will go. Now.”
* * * * *
Joe’s words cut through every scrap of arousal and confusion clouding Scott’s mind, and went straight to his nervous system. Messages rushed to his muscles; it was just a pity that none of them seemed to relate to co-ordination.
Scott scrambled at the plastic controls beneath his seat, damn near knocking himself out on the steering wheel in theprocess. It seemed to take a lifetime for him to find the leaver and free his seat. When his seat finally moved, it jerked so suddenly, Scott’s head banged against the headrest.
That wasn’t important though. Joe—Joe was what was important. Scott looked up and met Joe’s eyes, desperate to see approval shining in them.
Joe smiled. Light-headed with relief, Scott offered him a goofy grin in return. The note of censorship he’d heard in Joe’s voice seemed to be worlds away now, but Scott still needed to hear Joe to speak again, to check that Joe really had forgiven his mistake.
Scott held his breath, but Joe didn’t say a single word.
Instead, Joe leaned forward. Dipping his head between the steering wheel and Scott’s body, Joe wrapped his lips around the topmost section of Scott’s cock.
The second that wet, silky heat surrounded the tip of his shaft, Scott’s brain shut down. He was vaguely aware of someone letting out a strange noise somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a pleasure-filled scream, but he had no idea who it could have been.
Maybe someone in the pub had found the place even more shocking than he had? It was just about possible that there were guys out there who were even more inexperienced than him.
Scott lifted one hand, only to realise he didn’t know what to do with it. Putting it on the back of Joe’s head was unthinkable. As much as he longed to wind his fingers through the glossy black strands of hair, he knew it wasn’t his place to try to influence whatever Joe may or may not want to do. He couldn’t risk doing anything that might cause Joe to stop.
Joe was a very good, and very honest man. That much was obvious. Scott was never going to have to wonder if Joe was lying to him ever again, because, stereotypes and conventions aside,Joe was a dom who could give better head than any submissive on the planet if he wanted to.
And, maybe because Scott had done something very good in a previous life, Joe wanted to. Scott closed his eyes and reverently thanked any previous incarnation of himself that might have been listening from an afterlife.
