Chapter 19 #2
The corner of his mouth tugged up at that, relieving some of the tension that had settled in my body instantly.
I hated seeing Avery under pressure like this.
He handled it well, of course, as would be expected of someone like him.
While I wasn’t sure what exactly his job title was, there was no doubt in my mind that it was something high up on the echelon.
Avery let out a soft chuckle.
To my surprise, he moved his hand away from the gearshift and settled it down onto my thigh, his long fingers curling around me with a tight enough grip that there would be no mistaking it for something else.
My heart leaped in my chest at the contact, and how close he was to where I had my dick tucked.
“You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he said, squeezing my thigh once.
I swallowed, my voice gruff as I spoke. “Chalk it up to knowing you for decades.”
His thumb smoothed along the inner hem of my jeans—killing me. “True. Neither of us have really changed that much, huh.”
My head was fuzzy with need, barely able to hear him over the roaring of blood flowing through my eardrums. If he moved his hand an inch up, he’d be touching me where I really needed him.
I was glad that these jeans were tight enough to not make much of a difference no matter how hard I was getting.
Sure, it fucking pinched like a bitch, but at least my arousal wasn’t that obvious.
“Don’t know about that.” It felt like there were marbles rolling around in my mouth as I spoke. “Don’t even know your job.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I haven’t really talked about that. It’s nothing special. Just a CEO position at a tech company in the city.”
The nonchalant-ness in his tone had me snorting. As if being a CEO was equivalent to a stock manager down at the local mini-mart and that his paychecks weren’t a staggering few cool million a year. Hell, probably more than that given the notoriety of the McAllister last name.
“Just,” I echoed back to him.
He laughed again, squeezing my thigh once more and then trailing his hand down to where my knee was. “Oh stop. You know what I mean.”
Holy fuck.
If I came in my fucking pants right here on the way to the restaurant, I was going to be so pissed. And embarrassed. But most of all, pissed.
The fact that I was getting this turned on by such a simple semblance of contact that could be explained away as innocent was wholly ridiculous. But here I was, subtly spreading my legs apart in the hope that Avery somehow took the hint and wandered his hand back up north.
“I’ve got an apartment in the city that’s not too far away from my office,” he continued to talk.
“Took over the company during a merger and then acquired all the assets when the board wanted to sell in order to cut their losses. I saw potential in the staff and decided to stay on. Now we’re in the Fortune 500. ”
“Impressive,” I mumbled, holding back a moan.
It was. Truly.
I just really wished we were having this conversation at any other fucking time than right now.
Maybe this was Avery’s sick way of torturing me with what I couldn’t have. The blowjob had been a fluke, a one-time thing. Now, he was dangling himself in front of me like a fucking carrot on a stick.
‘Sorry I’m straight and you can’t have me’.
“You like running your own place?” he asked.
I did.
Funny enough, everything that I’d been warned about when taking over the shop and completely revamping it into my own were the parts I liked the most. The background of owning a shop wasn’t exactly a mechanic’s paradise, however, it always had me feeling like a real business owner when I got back to balancing the books and keeping the place running on the clerical side of things.
Would I prefer to be working on cars any day of the week?
Sure, absolutely. But the other stuff wasn’t nearly as bad as some made it out to be.”
“Mmm, it’s nice. No boss to answer to,” I said.
“True. I guess I still have people to answer to, in a sense.”
“Employees?” I asked.
“That and a board of investors. Annoying stuff.” He ran his thumb along the shape of my knee. “Don’t ever get into the corporate world.”
“Thanks for the tip.” My eyes were starting to flutter closed. I was so close to grabbing his wrist and forcing him to put his hand right where I needed it.
I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread, much like I had yesterday before Avery had looked at me with those eyes. I’d caved instantly, pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him like I’d been doing it for ages now.
Finally getting my hands around that monster in his pants was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to quenching my thirst for him. I needed more. The blowjob wasn’t enough. That was only a mere appetizer to what I could be having if given the chance.
Fuck, listen to me. Trying to play this off like he’d actually be open to something like that.
But wasn’t he?
Wasn’t last night indicative to something more?
He wasn’t avoiding me—actively sought me out, in fact. Invited me to dinner. That had to say something about whatever the fuck this was.
Right?
God, I was going crazy. This was making me crazy.
“Avery...” I croaked.
He jammed on the brakes instantly, his head whipping around.
My hand latched onto his wrist. “Pull over.”
There was no hesitation. He was instantly flicking on his turn signal and merging out of traffic, finding a curb to pull up to and parallel park us at. My leg grew cold when he took his hand away momentarily to slam the gearshift up, causing me to grit my teeth from calling out.
I kept a hold of him, the tendons at his wrist moving against my palm. He settled his hand back over my knee, turning in his seat to fully face me. “You okay?”
No, I wanted to snap.
What kind of question was that, anyway?
How could he have no idea what the hell he was doing to me?
To be that goddamn oblivious to how fucked up I was even sitting next to him in this cramped luxury car with the smell of these leather seats and his cologne overwhelming me—
He grabbed at my chin, forcing me to look over.
“Brandon,” he said, his face mere inches from mine. “Do you not want to do this? Dinner?”
My tongue was tied, my mind too busy focusing on the thumb that absentmindedly trailed circles along my cheek and down to my jaw. I was getting dizzy from the attention—the affection—that I’d been starved of for so long.
Hookups here and there were only a means to an end.
To blow off some pent-up frustration and then go about life like it never happened.
Rarely did I ever hit up anyone twice, and if I did, it was because we were both stumbling out of the bar at the same time and paying for two taxi fares was stupid.
There were never any lingering touches or caresses that were filled with anything but hard lust, soon stamped out the moment either of us climaxed.
I never considered myself to be one to want this kind of attention. But now that I had it, I needed it.
I needed more.
What was I going to do when he eventually left me?
Starve again?
“You keep touching me,” was what finally came out.
He stilled for a moment, then asked, “You want me to stop?’
“No,” I blurted out.
Avery blinked at me, his lips parting in surprise.
I forced myself not to follow the movement with my own eyes, keeping my gaze level with his.
Before he could say anything, I followed up with, “What is this? What are we doing?”
He hesitated, his thumb moving along my cheek and jaw again. “I don’t know.”
That wasn’t good enough.
Not this time.
“You need to figure it out.”
His brows knitted together. He tightened his hold on me when I tried to pull away, keeping us locked in a staring contest that I had no choice but to compete in. Avery’s lips parted again, his tongue darting out to wet them with a quick swipe that caught my attention immediately.
I wanted to lean over and press mine there instead, slide my tongue between his lips and play with his until we were both squirming in our seats.
What kind of sounds would I drag out of him if I played with his tongue the way I had with his cock?
A soft moan tumbled out of me at the thought.
“Jesus,” he breathed out.
He pushed me against the back of the seat, keeping me there by the hold on my jaw and lifted himself up over the center console just enough to untuck his legs from where they were trapped under the steering wheel.
There was already a prominent bulge between his legs, mirroring my own trapped one. His slacks were much more forgiving, though, giving me a front and center look to how turned on he was also getting from this.
Something in me clicked, then.
If I was going to do this—actually let Avery explore whatever he needed to with me—then I needed to get out of my own head and ride this wave for however long it lasted.
Turning him away because of my own insecurities and the fear that he’d leave me eventually was only going to make me regret not letting this happen in the end.
Would I survive the inevitable heartbreak?
Who fucking knew.
But what I did know was that if I got to have Avery—all of him—for this short amount of time, then I needed to jump on the opportunity.
He was clearly willing and ready.
“I need you to touch me,” I said, my voice firm.
His eyes widened for a split second and then grew serious. Without a word, he shifted his hold on my jaw, switching hands in order to reach over my body and down to a button on the side of my seat.
The back of my seat slowly lowered at an agonizing pace, until I was finally flat on my back. Before he could lean back, I grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him close to me. His cologne clogged my senses in the best way, intoxicating me.
“Show me,” he murmured.
I followed the line of his arm down to his free hand, taking it and placing it over my aching hard on. The second he made contact, my eyes fluttered shut, another moan leaving me. I heard him suck in a short gasp, his fingers tightening instantly.