But Oliver makes me feel curious, too. Dangerously curious.
The minute I feel his hand around my cock, I groan.
“Shit,” I hiss. He pulls my cock out and my heart beats a little faster, knowing what he is about to do. It’s an agonizingly long wait, though in reality it is probably mere seconds until he positions himself over my cock and takes me into his mouth. The minute his soft tongue touches my rigid flesh I grip the steering wheel tighter.
“Fucking hell, Oliver,” I groan as he opens his mouth wider, his tongue rolling up the underside of my length. The sensation is soft, warm. He groans around my cock as he builds his rhythm, taking me inch by agonizing inch.
“Your mouth feels so good on my cock," I say through a heavy breath. I’m half-tempted to shove my cock all the way to the back of his throat, to fuck his mouth with reckless abandon, but I refrain. I don’t want to hurt him, and I told him I would remain in control, and if I am anything, I’m a man of my word. But the desire is there, the desperation almost a gnawing need.
I drop one hand from the steering wheel and slide my fingers through his hair. I grip the locks, as I cradle the back of his head and gently push him forward, thrusting my cock up into his mouth, and he groans in response.
“You like that?” I ask, my fingers twisting in his hair. His head bobs on my cock and he hums out a sound that sounds like a yes.
I clear my throat. “One tap for yes. Two for no.”
Oliver squeezes my thigh once as he takes more of me into his mouth, and I curse again.
“Good boy,” I breathe, my voice turning darker, the monster inside me rearing his ugly head. I thrust up into his mouth again, going deeper, and he gags momentarily which only makes matters worse.
“Are you okay?” I ask, breathless.
One squeeze on my thigh gives me more relief than it should.
One hand slides into the opening of my briefs and he finds my balls, cupping them in his hand as he continues his motions. I switch lanes, biting my tongue as I turn to make the exit into his neighborhood and slow my speed. I suck in a deep breath as his motions get faster. With each thrust, each movement, I feel myself climbing towards acceleration in more ways than one. He squeezes my balls as he goes down, hard, until I hit the back of his throat and my orgasm hits me like a head on collision.
“Fuck, Oliver!” I tense, my entire body locking up. I hold his head in place and he doesn’t move, just heavily breathes through his nose, his fingers digging into my thigh and the other hand squeezing my balls like damn morse code.
The euphoria that hits me is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
And I know it’s not the thrill or the rush. Not entirely.
It’s just… him.
It’s Oliver, and the way he dismantles me when he’s not even trying to do so.
It’s the way he takes what he wants and leaves me reeling in this feeling of submission that is so familiar but so new and enticing.
My hand lets up on his hair, and I hear his evident swallow, which only makes me curse. He slowly pulls off of me, placingone small kiss at the tip of my cock before he lets go of my balls and tucks me away.
When he rights himself in his seat, I can’t help but steal a look at him.
His lips are slightly swollen, his eyes glazed with a familiar look I’ve known many times in my life.
Complete and utter bliss.
He clears his throat, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and then puts his seat belt back on.
“What was that for?” I ask, breathlessly.
“That was for being an asshole," he says with a grin.
“Fucking brat," I say, but my voice is full of happiness and humor.
Oliver sits back in his seat just as we pull up into his parking lot. The sun is almost fully set, lighting the sky up in ochre and orange shades. I can’t help but feel like it’s indicative of the fire I feel right now. This fire Oliver makes me feel. I never want to let go of it.
“Can I walk you to your door?” I ask, my voice smooth. I hear the desperation in it, but for once in my life I don’t feel embarrassed. I feel emboldened.
Oliver looks at me with those big green eyes and cock-swollen lips, like a damn angel.
