Chapter Twenty-Six
Donovan
“I ’m really horny,” Eric says on the car ride home. We had dinner after his announcement that he’ll try to start his own business—and honestly, I’m still flying high from it. I want Eric to have everything good in the world, and I know he can do this, know he can make it a success.
“You’re always horny, which I knew before we started sleeping together, but I’m seeing it even more now. What got you that way this time?” I glance over as he presses down on his groin, massaging it. “Jesus, babe.”
“I can’t help it. You make me want you all the time. It was the business talk and being close to you. It was hot to sneakily touch your thigh under the table without our parents knowing, and now I’m all fucking boned up.”
I’m this cross between wanting to laugh because it’s such an Eric thing to say and wanting to word-vomit all the reasons I’m in love with him—something I’ve yet to do.
“Do you think you can wait until we get home?”
“I’m not out of control. I can wait, but I don’t want to.
” He chuckles, and an idea pops into my head.
It’s not something I would ever consider saying to anyone else, not something I would want to do with anyone else, but being with Eric makes me feel like I can do anything, say anything, try anything.
Plus, he seems to like it when I tell him what to do when it comes to sex.
Which is fucking mind-blowing and a head rush at the same time.
“Jerk off.”
“Huh?” he asks, the shock clear in his voice.
“Jerk off…but only if you’ll be able to get hard again to fuck me when we get home.”
He cocks a blond brow. “You want me to jack off while we’re driving down the freeway?”
“I do.”
An ear-to-ear smile splits his face. “Fuck yes.” And that easily, Eric is tugging down his shorts and underwear, dick springing free, his cute, bare ass on my leather seat. “Tell me what to do like you did when I first jerked you off.” Eric pushes his seat back so he can stretch his legs out more.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot. I hope I don’t kill us.”
“Please don’t, because then I won’t get to fuck you again…God, I love fucking you so much.”
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Say it!
“Spit in your hand,” is what I land on, rather than confessing my love for him. I dart my eyes toward the road again, then back at him.
Eric does as I say, then looks at me with those too blue eyes like he’s not sure what to do next. Is there a hotter thing in the world than him? I don’t think there is.
“Wrap your hand around your cock, babe. Real slow. Let me see you stroke yourself.” I must admit, I’m pretty fucking proud of how steady my voice is right now.
My dick is throbbing, but more importantly, my heart thuds and my head swims. Today was incredible with our families, and now I get to see him like this.
He wants me to tell him what to do while he jerks off for me, and God , it feels like no one has ever wanted me more than Eric.
Can that be true, or is it wishful thinking?
He wraps his hand around his thick cock and slowly strokes up and down. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You look incredible.”
He keeps tugging on himself, and every time my eyes pull away from him, staying on the road as much as necessary, I want to cry. I would much rather sit around and watch Eric jerk off all day every day for the rest of my life. Well, that, and ride his dick.
“I wish it was your hole wrapped around me. It’s so hot and tight in there. I swear, I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside your ass. Every day I’m angry at myself because I could have spent years inside you, could have been doing this for so fucking long, if only I’d realized I’m bi.”
While those words are fucking hot, part of me feels stung by them. I realize I don’t have a right, but I needed to hear him say he realized he wanted me, not basically saying he’s bi and could have been having men too.
“Taste it,” I tell him, gaze darting back and forth between him and the road. “I want to see you lick up that precum.” He was right when he said he has big loads. He precomes a lot too, which helps slick the way for him to be jerking himself off right now.
“Such a fucking turn-on when you tell me what to do. My bossy, bottom husband who loves it when I fuck him, but also when he gets to call the shots.”
I love you. Why can’t I say it? Probably because I’m driving down the freeway and trying not to kill us. Yes, we’ll go with that.
“Just with you,” I admit. “I would never feel comfortable doing it with anyone else. Now taste it. Then give me some.”
Eric sucks his teeth, then swipes at his tip, collecting the pearl of liquid there, before sucking his finger into his mouth. “So fucking good,” he tells me, going back to stroking himself again.
“Get me some. I want a taste too.”
Eric’s hand slides up and down his shaft, squeezing gently at the tip, getting what we both want me to have. He collects more precum, this time reaching over to me. He traces my lips, which makes my dick twitch, then pushes his finger into my mouth, and I suck it.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, D.”
“I’ve really got to get us home,” I tell him when he pulls his finger out. I take his dick in my hand, savor the feel of his hot, hard flesh, giving it a few pulls before I add, “Do it. Make yourself come and give us a snack until we get home. I’m gonna need you to be ready to fuck me.”
Eric trembles like he’s nearly bursting out of his skin.
He’s not going slow anymore. He spits in his hand and jerks himself off.
I whimper from the driver’s seat, wish I could watch him, basically edge myself while I hear and see and smell him take his pleasure and I try to get us home as fast as possible.
He uses his left hand to play with his balls, his right busy with his beautiful cock. Eric has the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, flushed and thick and everything I want.
I feel his eyes on me, glance over to see his head turned my direction. He doesn’t turn away, gaze intense and hungry as he works his cock for me. That’s what it feels like, as if Eric is doing this just for me.
“God, you’re so pretty, D. I can’t believe it sometimes, how fucking pretty and perfect you are.”
My heart tries to jump out of my chest. I whip my head in his direction—okay, and maybe the car too because someone lays on the horn beside us, snapping me back to reality.
“Eric…” My voice breaks on his name. This is the absolute worst time to do this, but my mouth opens. I don’t think I can hold the words back anymore. “I—”
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come for you, husband.” His body arches off the seat, the first spurt of cum landing on his shirt. He keeps jerking, coming all over his hand and thighs, like a goddamned geyser.
Eric nearly melts into the seat when he’s milked his balls, breathing heavily…and then I nearly die when he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks some of his cum off.
“I know how much you like it too.” He reaches over, fingers close to my mouth, and I suck his salty, slick digits into my mouth and moan.
“Delicious.”
He chuckles, then pulls his shirt off, wiping himself off like that was nothing. Just another day. He has no idea I almost told him I’m in love with him while he was jerking his dick and I was driving home. Really fucking romantic.
Eric tugs his shorts up. “That was awesome and will definitely tide me over until we get home and I can give you my dick.”
I swallow, wanting that, but wanting more too. I want his love. Not just the best friend kind. I already know I have that. “Yeah, good. I’m dying over here.”
“Want me to suck you off?”
Yes. “No. I’ll definitely kill us if you touch me, and while it wouldn’t be a terrible way to go, I don’t want to risk taking anyone else out with me. I’ll wait until we get home.”
“Sucks for you.” Eric winks, having no idea that I’m unraveling here, that I’m freaking out because of what I feel, while he’s just lost in the sex of it all—at least that’s how it feels to me.
“You’re always such a brat.” I try and pretend I’m not losing it.
“As I always remind you, that’s why you love me.”
I do love him. More than he realizes. I clear my throat. “Do you think our parents suspected anything?”
He shrugs. “Who knows. I can’t wait to see Butterscotch. I’m sure she misses her daddies, but she’s gonna have to wait because I’ll be busy with you when we get home.”
“You better. I’m holding you to that.”
“You can hold me to anything, D.”
I listen to him talk the rest of the drive back to LA. He tells me about all the information he discovered while researching getting his contractor’s license and starting his business. The joy in his voice is palpable, making me jittery with excitement for him.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him again.
“I’m only doing it because of you. You believe in me, and that makes me believe in myself.”
My heart skips one, maybe ten beats. “You should always believe in yourself. You’re…everything.”
He chuckles as if he doesn’t think I’m serious.
“You are.”
“To you. But you’re biased.”
“Or maybe I just see you better than anyone else…even yourself.”
He bites his bottom lip, giving me a shy smile. “I love you.”
Um…in love, or best friend love? A little context would be great here. “I love you too.”
We get home a few minutes later, and the second we’re in the door, Eric’s mouth crashes down on mine. He pushes me up against the door, tongues tangling and bodies grinding.
“Fuck, I want you so bad, D.” His hand squeezes between our bodies, rubbing my already hard cock.
“I want you too. I always want you.” I drop my head back while he kisses his way down my throat.
“You ready for me? Or you need a minute?”
“A minute,” I say, wishing I could just bend over for him right now. “I’ll hurry.”
“Do. I’m dying for you.”
Well, okay. That’s hot.
I hurry into the en suite, figuring Eric will stay out there to give the cat some attention.