Page 186 of Ride With Me

“Oh.”

Now I blushed even more, hating myself for having said what I did before asking him what he knew.

His hand on the steering wheel was relaxed, and he cocked his head, then smirked. “How horny are you right now?”

I glanced at him, then exhaled. “Since I know you? Always. And very,” I muttered, more for myself than for him, but naturally, he’d caught it.

“Okay, do me a favor and take off those pants. Right now. I want you naked from the waist down.”

We were in Milwaukee, just passing through because I’d wanted a good burger and figured here we’d find a joint that would do.

“Kaden, there are people outside, and this is a big city. And daylight.”

He nodded, his eyes gleaming even if his attention wasn’t focused on me.

“Get naked waist down and play with your balls, little prince. Tease yourself. No one knows you here, and in driving by they won’t even know what you’re doing.”

Before I could talk myself out of it, I did as he asked, then wrapped my hand around my erection. I shouldn’t be hard, not with how much I worried to be caught, but Kaden’s words, his appreciative glances…

I moaned, needing the release suddenly more than I’d realized.

“Do me a favor, and tease yourself. Only tease yourself. Grip too lose to make you come. I want you to stay on edge. I have plans.”

I swallowed, then rested my head back, doing as he told me. I imagined I was in my room, alone, and started to play with my balls, moving a little deeper into my seat.

“Let me hear you moan,” Kaden all but growled, and I knew he was just as turned on.

We came to a stop, a traffic light, and my eyes snapped open in utter panic because there were lines left and right.

Kaden grinned. “It’s an SUV, Rhodes. No one can just look in. Relax. You are doing amazing.”

I exhaled, then licked my lips. “It feels dirty. Doing that here. There’s a mom in the car next to us.”

A car that was far away… Clearly, because the next second a bike pulled between us, and he glanced into the window.

I froze, dick in hand while I stared at him.

“Move your hand,” Kaden ordered, “he wouldn’t keep looking if he didn’t enjoy the show, little prince. Bet he hasn’t seen anyone as handsome as you jerking off in a while. Show him what he can’t have.”

I slowly moved my hand, but when the biker lifted the visor of his helmet, showing blue eyes that were darkened, I moved faster, parting my lips, doing what Kaden had said: I was putting on a show.

“Don’t come, just teasing,” Kaden reminded me, and thankfully the light changed and he eased the car forward.

Only when the bike was no longer next us did I let out a breath. “Jesus, I just jerked it for a stranger. And you were watching. And he was watching. And I think… I think he liked it.”

Kaden looked at me for a brief moment, his expression infinitely soft. “He most definitely did, and so did I. Keep going.”

I shook my head, squeezing my cock. “I’m gonna come, Kaden. You don’t want that.”

He reached over and swiped the pre-cum running from my slip down my dick away before licking it off his finger. I’d yet to feel his mouth on me, but knew enough to remember that some guys didn’t like giving head.

I wasn’t some guys, but maybe Kaden was.

I wouldn’t force the topic. Not that I even knew how to address it.

Nor did I know how to address the fact that I was fingering myself in the shower each evening, imagining it were his long digits pressing into me.

I lazily kept streaking myself as I watched him, deciding we needed to have a talk about something that wasn’t sexual.

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