What I feel for Oliver is certainly deeper than it should be given the circumstances. But I can’t afford to get distracted, least of all by thoughts of feelings I should not have.
I focus on the drive, the music playing softly as he carefully sets his hand on my thigh, pulling me from my thoughts. I give him a faint smirk, expecting him to say nothing, but when he speaks, my heart skips a beat.
“Thank you," he says carefully.
“You are most welcome," I say, absentmindedly intertwining my fingers with his. I give him a light squeeze and let go. Tension blooms between us and I think he’s going to remain quiet, but he doesn’t.
“Not just for the suit, or the… you know.” He clears his throat. “Arguably the hottest orgasm of my life.”
I let out a dark chuckle. “Careful, Oliver. Compliments like that are dangerous to a man’s ego.”
He doesn’t laugh, and I realize he’s serious. My tone shifts.
“You good?” I ask.
He nods as we come to a stop sign. His hand squeezes my thigh, rising a little higher.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m really good, I just…”
“What is it?”
He’s quiet for a moment, the pause almost as thick as the tension between us.
He clears his throat. “I’m going to say something and I’m nervous about it, so if you don’t want to, just—”
“Spit it out, Oliver.”
His hand rises a little higher on my thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of my cock through my pants and my cock responds to his touch immediately.
“I really, really want to suck you off right now.” He clears his throat again. “I’m sorry, that was super blunt, um—”
I turn the bend, the heaviness of his words between us.
“Why does that make you nervous?” I ask. “Are you afraid I’ll say no?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a bad idea. Maybe—”
“Oliver, I told you I will not stop you. That is what the safeword is for.”
“Yeah, but I mean… is it safe?” he asks, twisting his lips. “You know… like, you won’t crash the car or something?”
It’s the innocence in his voice that does me in. I stop at the red light, turning to look at him as I find his hand and gently grasp it, moving it slowly to my cock which is already semi-hard from the mere suggestion.
“I take it you’ve never done that?”
He shakes his head, the look of pure curiosity in his eyes so vibrant and sweet, it’s damn near endearing.
“No, but… I kind of think I want to. With you. I just don’t want to cause a wreck or something.”
He squeezes my cock, and I let out a breath as the light turns green.
“I assure you, Oliver. I will remain in control. You are safe with me.”
Something passes in his eyes, almost like doubt or hope. I carefully remove my hand from his and adjust the center console, pushing it up. I don’t push him. I just wait. I let him decide what he wants.
And then I feel him move. His hand rises to my trousers, and he deftly works at the buttons. I suck in a breath, his every movement so profoundly intense. I maintain a solid, steady speed limit as he shifts in his seat, and works to find my cock, my heart in my throat.
I’ve done many things in life, but never this, and I can’t lie and say I’m not aroused by the mere thought. It’s strange, feeling excitement like this. Anticipation. Unearthing a new experience for the first time.
