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I also noticed a bit of tension that hadn’t been there before.

Maybe it was all in my head.

CHAPTER 2

The tensionbetween us grew with every mile I drove. Our conversation flowed easily. He told me about his first boyfriend, the one that had never been cool enough to be in a band. They’d met in college; they were both computer science majors. His boyfriend was focused more on hardware, where he focused more on software. I wasn’t quite sure the difference, besides the fact that one was about the computers themselves and one was about the programs that ran on it. Apparently there had been differences, primarily in course load. According to Callum, they both thought that they had the harder load, and it had led to arguments between them.

I didn’t get it, but it seemed like a big deal to Callum. I just nodded along and made the occasional hum to let him know that I was paying attention and following the conversation. I asked questions, and then, he turned them back around on me.

Which was how the conversation grew to a topic that rocketed the tension higher.

“Wait, you guys used to hookup outside of clubs after he finished playing?” he asked. I could hear the bewilderment in his tone.

Probably because everything about my life seemed boring when I talked about it. I mean, a career in marketing appeared a lot more exciting in television and movies than it was in reality. I hadn’t traveled the way he had. I hadn’t gone to a ton of concerts, and I didn’t follow my random impulses to travel across the country to visit a friend.

“I’ve hooked up in a lot of fun places,” I told him with a laugh. “Not just with that boyfriend, either.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “So you have an exhibitionist thing?”

“If you have to label it as something.” I’d never given it a lot of thought, but now that I thought about it? If I had to put a label on it, it would probably be exhibitionism. There was something thrilling about the risk of getting caught that made it hotter. The idea that someone could be watching, getting just as turned on by my partner using my body for their pleasure?

I needed to stop thinking about it or else I’d have a situation.

“That’s kind of hot,” he admitted. “The most public place I’ve hooked up was the bathroom at a bar. With the door locked.” He looked over at me a little too long. “And a few times in the car.”

“Like parked?”

He reached over, resting his hand halfway up my thigh. The simple touch sent shivers down my spine. If he didn’t remove that hand, I was going to find myself in that situation I was trying to avoid. It was harder to avoid when he squeezed my thigh. “Parked,” he answered. His eyes darkened and I swallowed hard. “And a few times while the guy I was hooking up with was driving.”

His hand rose a few inches up my thigh, and the tension between us became so heavy I could barely breathe. I could feel my cock threatening to come to life in my jeans.

“I like seeing how hard it is for them to keep focus on the road while I blow their mind.” He punctuated the statement bydragging his hand further. I could feel the tips of his fingers brushing against my balls through the denim of my jeans. “Do you think you could focus if I took your dick out of your pants right now?”

“What?” I could barely comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. What was he talking about? Was this actually happening?

“Would you be able to focus if I took your dick out right now, started jacking you off? Leaned over and started sucking you off while you had to focus on the road?”

“Callum…” I could hear the tone of warning in my voice. I didn’t think he was being serious, and that would make things really awkward.

Except that he wasn’t stopping. He rubbed the palm of his hand over my crotch, and I could feel myself getting hard just from the sound of his voice, the pressure of his hand, and the heat in his eyes when I looked over at him. “You’ve heard the old saying right?” he asked, squeezing me through my jeans.

“Huh?” I exhaled. How was I supposed to think of sayings I may or may not have heard while he was rubbing my cock?

“Ass, gas, or grass. No one rides for free.” The saying sounded familiar, but I had no idea where I’d heard it. Of course, someone could quoteStar Warsto me right then and I wouldn’t have been able to tell them where it came from. “And well, you don’t strike me as the type that gets high. Even if you were, I’m not. I could give you gas money, but that sounds like a lot less fun than seeing if you can keep your focus when you’re in my mouth.” I felt his fingers on the button on my pants. “Say yes.” His voice was deep and seductive. I was hypnotized by it. “Tell me that you want this.”

I nodded.

“Words, Jasper. I need words.”

The picture he painted sounded too good to deny. Maybe it was just the pressure of his hand, the weight of the tension between us. Maybe it was the heat in his voice. “Yes,” I exhaled. I wanted what he was saying. I wanted to feel his hand on my bare dick. I wanted to feel his mouth wrapped around my cock.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to focus on the road, but there were only a few cars passing. More than there’d been in Missouri, but that only made it hotter. The idea of someone looking over and seeing the gorgeous man in my passenger seat sucking my dick? It made me so hard I was practically aching.

He undid the button of my jeans. “Take your cock out,” he commanded. I nodded and set the cruise control. I took my foot off the gas. I raised my hips enough to tug my pants down enough to release myself from the fabric prison. “Lift your shirt, just a bit so when your dick starts leaking, it won’t get all over. Might be hard to explain when we stop for gas later.” Once again, I followed his command.

The hum of anticipation lingered in the air, louder than the music playing over the speakers.

He made me wait, hand resting on my thigh. I was going to lose it if he didn’t do something soon. I could feel his eyes on my dick, but that wasn’t enough. “Your cock is gorgeous,” he muttered. I had never thought my dick was anything special. It wasn’t a porn star dick. It wasn’t the longest or the thickest, not by a long shot. There were no interesting curves to it. “I can’t wait to taste you. You’re already starting to leak, just by me talking about it.” He thumbed over the head of my dick. I shuddered at the contact. I forced myself to keep my eyes on the road as he collected a bead of precum from the slit and brought it to his lips. “Fuck, you taste good.”

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