Sarcasm. I can deal with this. “No, this is where I tell you that I’m a thirty-four year old man and I don’t find public groping acceptable under any circumstance. I’d be just as irritated if Iwasstraight and had done that with one of them,” I say, pointing into the back seat. How those girls haven’t stirred a bit is beyond me.
“But would you have enjoyed it as much if it had been one of them?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows mischievously. He looks at me and the lights from a nearby truck stop break the darkness enough to give a mischievous glint to his eyes. Every time Tony opens his smart mouth, he pulls me deeper under his spell. Makes me wish for things that will never be, not with him. It doesn’t matter that I’d grow sick of his carefree attitude and the lack of filter between his brain and his mouth. Something about the man makes me consider things that have never crossed my mind before tonight.
“Not the point,” I deflect. No way in hell am I going to stroke his ego, or anything else, by letting him know that he had me about a minute away from coming in my jeans.
Trying to put an end to this conversation, I pick up my iPad and open the profit and loss statements Andrew emailed me this morning, hoping this attempt to concentrate will be more successful. I’m not sure what Andrew knows that I don’t, but going solely off the numbers, I see no reason anyone would want to invest in this company, which is making my job that much more difficult. I turn my iPad this way and that, as if I’m playing a game, trying to shift the numbers so they magically make sense. I’ll have to call him in the morning because there’s no way I am going to be able to close this deal without some insight from him.
Every once in a while, I lift my head to see how the road looks in front of us. I know that, at some point, we’re going to hit inclement weather, but so far the pavement is dry and the sky is clear. And every time I avert my eyes from the iPad, I look over to Tony, wanting to say something to ease the tension filling the front seat, but I can’t come up with the words. He’s a gorgeous man, aesthetically the type I normally go for but to quote the old cliché, we’re two ships passing in the night. Once we hit New York, he’ll go his way and I’ll go mine. There’s no point in trying to ease the blow of me pushing him away by telling him that it was a welcome diversion, however fleeting.
And isn’t it a damn shame that he’ll be out of my life in less than four hours? He’s more than a hot body with considerable assets; he’s witty, a bit sarcastic, and I’ve felt some inexplicable pull to him since the first time I heard his voice. If I’d met Tony in Phoenix, he’sexactlythe type of man I’d want to get to know better if I’m really going to explore the idea of finding someone steady in my life. At this point, I seem to have myself convinced that even his tendency to say whatever is on his mind is somewhat endearing.
With nothing better to do after giving up on the spreadsheets yet again, I glance at Tony out of the corner of my eye, trying to imagine the ripples of muscles now hidden beneath his baggy, faded orange Syracuse sweatshirt. If I can’t get him out of my head, I might as well entertain the fantasy while we’re here.
Going on the memory of his body pressed against mine, and the way he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, I’m certain his body is well built. His rough hands tell me that he doesn’t earn his living by sitting behind a desk all day, so his physique is likely the result of hours spent doing manual labor rather than wasting time in the gym. Dammit, now I’m imagining feeling those rough hands running along every inch of my bare skin.
“Everything okay over there?” Tony chuckles, never taking his eyes off the road. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. No, I’m not okay, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of admitting as much. My cock is throbbing, wishing I hadn’t been so sensible when Tony had me pressed against the side of the truck.
I try to respond, but the words get stuck in my throat, so I nod stiffly. When a hand grips my thigh, I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. Looking at Tony, I see a smug grin on his sexy as hell face. “Really? Because you seem a bit…tense.”
Both of us stare at his hand on my knee, neither saying a word.When was the last time anyone so blatantly flirted with me?The better question, is when was the last time I enjoyed letting someone else call the shots? Tony looks to me for an indication of what I’m feeling and I swallow hard. Even in the darkness, I can see him pleading for me to be okay with what he’s doing.
I really should stop him as his hand travels higher on my leg, his fingers brushing against the head of my restrained erection. But it feels too good. “Shouldn’t you pay attention to your driving?” My voice cracks and the words come out in an octave I haven’t heard since I hit puberty. Tony’s hand lands where I so desperately want him, causing my hips to buck slightly off the seat. He runs his fingers along the length, lingering near the tip. If he keeps it up, he’s going to feel a wet spot on my jeans pretty soon.
“I’m a good at multitasking,” Tony replies, squeezing gently before stroking me over the confining denim again. “It’s a beautiful night and the roads are clear. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“What about them?” I protest, jerking my head toward the sleeping coeds in the back seat. I can only imagine them waking up to see me with my dick hanging out and him jerking me while he’s driving down the road. He doesn’t stop, or even slow, the way he’s stroking me over the top of my jeans. Every time he tightens his grip, I struggle to keep from begging him to give me more.
“They’re sound asleep,” he points out. Tony makes quick work of releasing the button on my jeans. I really should stop him, but being the responsible one hasn’t gotten me anywhere up until now, so I say screw it. Just once, I’m going to do what my body is begging me to rather than what my brain says I should. My cheeks heat, and my erection flags slightly as I try to convince myself this is okay. I shift closer to Tony, turning slightly so my soon-to-be-exposed body is at least somewhat hidden from view. “As long as you’re quiet, no one will know what’s going on up here.”
Quiet. Yeah, that’s going to be an issue if this goes any further. The backs of his fingers brush along my now throbbing cock as he fumbles with the zipper of my jeans. I bat his hand away, needing to free myself before I have an embarrassing situation. I look over to Tony and see him watching me, dividing his attention between driving and the dick proudly jutting out of the opening in my jeans.
“Fuck,” Tony hisses. If I wasn’t so keyed up right now, I’d laugh at the sight of him licking his bottom lip as he stares at the head of my dick still mostly shielded by the foreskin. His hand pushes back the skin, gathering the pre-cum already forming in my slit. My hips buck violently and I bite my lip hard to keep from groaning. “Remember, you have to stay quiet for this to work.”
His voice is deeper now, sending a shiver through my body at his forceful tone. I know I’ll do whatever he asks, as long as he keeps stroking me. He proves that he is adept at dividing his attention as his hand slides up and down my length, flicking his wrist slightly every time he reaches the crown. My spine tingles and I want to beg him to slow down so the pleasure is drawn out.
“Lift your hips,” he demands and I comply reluctantly. I have a feeling I know what’s coming, and it seems far too much risk in our current location. He tugs at the waistband of my jeans and I take the hint, pulling them down past my knees so my bare ass is resting against the upholstery of the seat, allowing him better access. The thought crosses my mind that I should argue that we can’t do this, but I bite my lower lip rather than protest. Tony does everything in his power to keep my mind with him so I don’t freak out about the fact that I’m sitting here half-naked in the presence of three complete strangers. Although, at this point I’m not sure Tony counts as a stranger with the way he’s working my body.
Tony reaches between my legs, tugging my sac, which is already drawn tight to my body. I’m like a firecracker, threatening to explode with the slightest provocation. The way he squeezes my balls is an odd combination of pain and pleasure, but it effectively pulls me away from the edge of my climax. “Relax. We still have a few hours in the car and I’d love nothing more than to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. I’m going to lead you to the cliff and then pull you away over and over again until you’re begging me to let you come.”
His words feel like a blessed warning. Sex is usually about getting in, getting off, and getting out for me, but what Tony describes sounds like a great way to pass the time. I don’t want his hand to leave my body until we’re in the city and it’s time to say goodbye.
His fingers glide from my balls all the way to my tip, but this time, Tony refuses to give me the pressure I crave. Gathering more of the fluid seeping from my cock, he continues pumping his hand up and down my length, altering his grip in an effort to drive me insane. The sounds of our heavy breathing and my stifled moans fill the truck and I pray it’s not as loud as it sounds to my ears.
“Tweak your nipples, Dominic.” I lift the sweatshirt over my head, tossing it on the floor between my feet. I reach under my shirt, pinching and twisting, writhing with the added sensation.
“I want to see you. Twist them hard enough that it hurts,” he demands and I lift the front of my t-shirt over my head so my chest is bared to him. With my pants around my knees and my t-shirt stretched over my arms, my head and my needy cock do battle with one another. I shouldn’t find this so sexy with the girls lightly snoring behind us, but it only heightens every sensation.
“Tony, I don’t—” He silences me by clenching his fist around my cock. It’s not comfortable, but then the pain is replaced by an insane need. I begin thrusting into his fist while pinching my own nipples, wishing we were someplace more private. Someplace where I could work to make him feel half as good as I do right now.
“I told you to be quiet,” he growls, sucking in a deep breath when I nod. The faster he tugs, the harder it is for me to be silent, but I’m determined to let him finish. “That’s fucking hot,” he moans and I run my hands down my torso, entwining my fingers with his.
“Please, Tony…need…more,” I beg, trying to keep my voice low. Knowing we’re not alone only serves to make this chance encounter that much hotter. He removes his hand from under mine, shoving two fingers into my mouth. I suck them deep, showing him exactly what my mouth is capable of as my tongue weaves between them. The truck slows and I release his fingers and look over to see that his foot has slipped off the gas pedal. “Cruise control,” I suggest, praying this reckless abandon doesn’t wind up with all of us dead in a ditch. With a pretty good idea of where those fingers are about to go, I shift in the seat so I’m leaning against the door with my right foot resting on the edge of the seat.
Tony takes my advice and, after getting his fingers good and wet, dips them between my ass cheeks. I lift off the seat to allow him to go deeper.Needinghim to touch me. I stroke faster, gripping myself tight, the urge to come overwhelming me as Tony runs his fingers over my entrance. When he dips the tip of one finger inside, I’m incapable of stopping myself from moaning his name.
Instantly, his finger is gone. “You’re going to wake them. Do you want an audience? Is that the type of thing you’re into?” My gaze meets his and I know that he knows the answer without me having to say a thing. Normally, I would have said ‘hell no’ because I’ve never thought of myself as a voyeur. But now, the only hesitation is that they don’t know what we’re doing. There’s a twisted part of me that would love to have them watching everything we’re doing with rapt attention.
“Yeah, youdolike that idea, don’t you?” he goads. He pushes my hand out of the way and begins teasing me. This time, running just the tip of his thumb and index finger along my shaft. I moan, wanting to plead with him to finish me off, but not daring to speak. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” I nod and am rewarded by his fingers closing around me. One of the girls stirs in the back seat and I start bucking harder against his fist. It doesn’t take long before I’m biting down on my fist to keep from screaming his name as I watch him wring every last drop of cum from my cock.
