“You paid for dinner,” I argue. “And don’t try to tell me you plan on paying for everything in this relationship because that doesn’t work for me. We’re not that couple, Trevor, and you know it.”
His lips twitch. “All right. Thank you, Red.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, tucking the book under my arm with my own purchase.
We wander for a few more minutes before calling it. As we head to the register, Trevor’s phone chimes. He ignores it, even when it chimes a second time.
“Need to get that?” I ask.
“It can wait.”
“How do you…Oh.” I clear my throat before lowering my voice. “Is it…work?”
He answers with a nod as the line moves forward. I set our books on the counter to be rung up, my pulse hammering. There’s no need to ask which work.
We exit the store a minute later, the small bag of books in my hand. I manage to wait until we’re seated in the vehicle before my curiosity overtakes me. “Can I see?”
Trevor doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls his phone free, turns it on, and passes it my way. My heart continues its heavy beat as I open his messages and read the most recent text, the conversation thread spanning longer than just tonight.
“Repeat client?”
Trevor nods. “Every few weeks.”
I swallow, looking at some of the older messages. They’re so…blunt. Asking Trevor to jerk off with his own spit. To make it hard and fast how he likes it. Plus the usual dirty talk.
“When will you do it?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse.
A warm palm slides against the side of my face, Trevor guiding my eyes to him. He looks me over carefully. “Okay, Red?”
“Yeah,” I answer, the word mostly air.
Trevor’s gaze continues to bore into me, as if he’s assuring himself of the truth. That I don’t mind him sending videos to people who aren’t me. That I really fucking like it, even. “I could do it tonight,” he finally says.
My breath puffs from me. “Could I watch?”
Again, Trevor’s eyes pick me apart. “You want to be there when I jerk off?”
God. “Yes,” I admit.
Trevor holds out his hand. I pass his phone back, and he types out a response I assume is some sort of confirmation. Once done, he turns the car on.
I inhale shakily. “What, uh…is hisusualdirty talk?”
Trevor’s smile is slight, but I still catch it as he gets us out onto the road. “You’ll see.”
Oh Jesus.
I shift in my seat, almost embarrassed by how damn turned on I am by the simple prospect of my boyfriend jerking off. But I suppose if the idea of him putting on a show didn’t excite me as much as it does, we likely wouldn’t be here to begin with.
I try to even out my breathing as Trevor drives. His hand lands on my thigh before long, a comforting touch that quickly turns tortuous, Trevor’s good intentions to keep me calm only ramping me up further. When I break and drag his palm higher, Trevor chuckles low in his chest. But he doesn’t remove his hand from over my cock, not until he’s parking in the small lot at the side of my house. He shuts off the vehicle, the cab quiet apart from the frantic beat of my pulse.
“Do you want to film me?” Trevor asks, unzipping his jeans.
My gaze shoots wide. “Here?”
“We’re off the road,” he answers, shuffling his jeans a little ways down his thighs. “Unless one of your housemates comes out the back door, no one will see.”
He pauses at my silence, not yet touching the bulge forming beneath his underwear.
