Page 77 of Ride With Me

My legs spread ever so slightly, giving him better access to my exposed cock. I didn’t think he needed an invitation, but I was giving him one anyway.

He reached over and traced his index finger up my shaft. “Look at how reactive you are. I bet you’d be loud, if I got you all on your own. Got you to a place where you could lose control.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep from moaning as he ran his finger back down my shift and traced my balls. “I feel like if we were somewhere you could lose control, I could make you beg for my cock.” He wrapped his fingers around the base and gave me a single stroke before pulling his hand away. “I bet I could make you beg now.”

He could. He really could. The teasing was already driving me insane, and it had only been a few minutes. Maybe he was right, and I wouldn’t be able to stay in control, but damn I was going to try.

“In fact, I think I’m going to sit here and wait. Wait for you to tell me how badly you want to feel my hands on you, my mouth. How bad you want me to make you feel so good.” I nodded. “Words, Jasper,” he reminded me.

“I do,” I told him, stealing a glance at his handsome face, letting my eyes slide down his body. He had a prominent bulge in his jeans already. I could only imagine how big he was underneath his jeans, if it was that visible already.

“You do what?” he asked, running his finger back up my shaft. “Because that’s all that’s going to get you.”

“I want to feel your hands on me,” I choked out. “I want to feel your mouth on me. I want you to make me feel good.” He wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave a few slow strokes. I exhaled a shaky breath and fought the urge to thrust my hips up. He withdrew his hand and spat into it before returning his attention to my cock. The slow strokes were barely less of a tease than the single finger. “Please, Callum. I need more than that.”

He sped up his hand, adding a little twist at the head. I moaned in spite of myself. “I knew you’d be loud. I can’t wait to hear how much louder you can get.”

He sped up more, and I couldn’t resist thrusting up into the tight channel of his hand. He pulled his hand back immediately. I groaned at the withdrawal. “Callum, please. Please,” I begged. I sounded pathetic to my own ears, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his hand.

“Stay still.” The command in his voice was undeniable.

Unfortunately, it was harder to follow once his hand had returned. I gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white, but it was worth it. He wet his hand with more precum, using it to slick the way he stroked me. “Fuck,” I moaned. “So fucking good.”

“That’s right,” he encouraged. “Let me hear you. Tell me how much you like this, how muchmoreyou want.”

My breathing grew heavier as he added a twist over the head of my dick. He switched up the pressure with each stroke, changing the sensations and leaving me moaning and desperate. “Callum.”

“I think you need more.” I looked over at him again, studying his lust filled face. “Eyes on the road.” There was that commanding tone again. Turning my head from him was down right impossible. I wanted to watch his face as he drove me insane. I wanted to watch as his pupils flared further with desire. “On the road,” he repeated before retracting his hand.

I sighed and forced myself to face the road. Except his hand didn’t come back. I was desperate for another touch, desperate to be pushed over that edge that was so far. I was so close to proving him right.

“Can you drive one handed?” he asked me.

“Yeah.” I took my left hand from the wheel, resting it on the door frame.

“Other hand,” he corrected. I followed his instructions, but I had no idea what to do with the second hand. “Good boy.” Oh damn. I couldn’t fight the keening noise that fell from my lips.“Oh, you like that. I’m learning all kinds of things about you. Can’t wait to learn more.”

“Just want more,” I told him. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I didn’t care that I was just short of begging him to touch me again.

“You’re about to get more,” he promised. “I’m going to taste you. I want you to keep your eyes on the road. No fucking up into my mouth either. You’ve got to stay focused. We don’t want you swerving into the other lane, do we? I mean we’re already giving them a show. I saw at least two people look into the car while I was jacking you off.” He slipped the chest strap of his seat belt off. “They knew exactly what we were doing, and the next car that passes will have an even better show.”

He reached over to grip my base before he angled himself in the seat. He bent over and took the head of my cock into his mouth. I groaned again, forcing myself not to close my eyes at how good it felt. My eyes did drift shut when he took me down to the base. A honk forced my eyes open, and I swerved back into my lane.

Callum lifted his head. “Keep your focus, Jasper, and if you can’t, then pull over. Let people in both lanes know what we’re doing. Let them watch as I take you apart.”

“Not needed,” I groaned as he licked a stripe up my shaft before swallowing me back down.

I lasted about ninety seconds before I reached over him and hit the blinkers. I couldn’t focus on the road. If I’d thought he had skills with his hand, it was nothing compared to the things he was doing with his mouth and tongue. In the ninety seconds before I made my decision, my eyes had almost closed again. It was better than any head I’d ever received. He was able to read every subtle signal of my body, and he was constantly adjusting the way he sucked my cock accordingly.

I had to pull over.

Anything else would be unsafe.

The second the car came to a stop, I leaned my car seat back a little, giving him more room. He took full advantage and began sucking me harder, bobbing his head over my cock. My hands tangled into his hair, not trying to steer him. I was holding on for dear life. He adjusted himself before taking my balls in his hand. The added sensation had me moaning so loud I was surprised passing cars couldn’t hear it.

I did catch one person looking as they drove by, watched as they nudged the driver and pointed at us as they drove away. It made everything hotter, knowing that people could see us. Knowing that they knew exactly what we were doing. Maybe they couldn’t make out the details in the setting sun, but it wasn’t hard to know what was going on. “Fuck,” I groaned as he began sucking harder.

He nudged one of my legs, pulling them further apart before sliding his hand further down my underwear. The pressure on my taint had me seeing stars. I was so fucking close already. The miles of his teasing hand job followed by his mouth on me was driving me insane. He moved his hand, tracing over my hole. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to fuck into his mouth, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

When he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to my mouth, I opened to let them in. I felt the vibration of his moan on my shaft as I sucked his fingers the same way I wanted to suck his dick. Maybe later, I’d get a chance. Or maybe it would live in my spank bank, a fantasy of Callum dragging me out of the car and bending me over the hood, fucking me as cars passed and watched me get used by a stranger I’d met only a few hours before.

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