Ride With Me

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

The tension between 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 by dragging 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 quote Star Wars to 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.”

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 much more you 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.

Once his fingers were good and wet, he pulled them out of my mouth and pulled off of my dick. “If I go too far, tell me to stop,” he whispered.

“D-don’t think… don’t think you can,” I groaned.

“Good boy,” he praised. My dick twitched at the praise, and I watched this time as he took me down again. He sucked me a few more times before pulling off again. “God, you taste so good. Can’t wait to have you fill my mouth.”

He wasn’t even touching me, and I was moaning like a whore. What the hell was he doing to me?

He stuck his hand back down my pants. He sucked me down again. At the same time, his spit slick fingers found my hole. He massaged around the rim as his tongue danced around the head of my cock. I was so close. I was so fucking close. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I was losing my mind. I was spewing an incoherent stream of profanities that only grew louder as I felt two fingers slip inside.

The burn was intense, and it made me more desperate. He pumped his fingers in and out of my hole in time with the movement of his head, pushing in deep and grazing my prostate as he took me all the way down. He held his position, and I broke, desperate for more. I pushed deeper into his throat, and he gagged. The sound went through me. Then I fucked myself backwards onto his fingers.

I looked down at him and met his eyes. Maybe I was imagining the encouragement there, but I took it as I read it. I began to fuck myself into his mouth and then back down onto his fingers. I was desperate now, desperate to get off.

“Please,” I moaned. “Fuck, I need to cum. I need to—Fuck, Callum. So good. So fucking…” My breathing grew rapid, and he picked up pace. “So close. I’m so close. Going to… Fuck, Callum. Shit. I’m going to…” I couldn’t form a complete sentence, and he didn’t back off. Instead he sucked harder, fucked his fingers into me harder.

Then I saw stars. I shot deep into his throat, and he drank down every drop, milking me with the tight suction of his mouth. He kept his fingers in my ass, even after I finished shooting. He kept them there until the over stimulation became too much, just on the other side of painful. Then he held them there a longer as he licked my shaft clean. He wiped spit and cum from his lips with the back of his other hand before withdrawing his fingers from my hole.

I wanted to get him off too, to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. I reached over to the bulge straining his zipper. His hand caught my wrist and squeezed it tight.

“No,” he told me. He looked at the GPS on my phone and then back to me. “Better put yourself away. We’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”

I nodded, breathless, as I tucked my dick away, buttoned myself back up, and merged back onto the road.