“Fine,” I sigh, finally caving. “I’ll go. But only if Elijah can watch Milo.”
“I’ll call him now,” Asher says sweetly, kissing me before he pulls out his phone and starts to dial. “And we’re going on that date tomorrow night!”
Asher won’t tell methe name of the restaurant because he claims I’ll look it up, which he’s absolutely right about, but I pretend to be annoyed, nonetheless.
“Oh, come on,” I whine. “Just tell me where we’re going. What if I hate the food?”
“You won’t hate the food.”
I pout and cross my arms, but he just chuckles, his eyes never leaving the road. This is our last dinner together before we go to California to see his sister. I try to ignore my nerves over meeting her.
A devious plan begins to take shape in my mind. I glance at him to see that he’s still focused on driving, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing over the radio.
I can see the city lights fast approaching, so I lean across the middle console for his pants, knowing we won’t be driving for much longer.
“Summer,” he growls out in warning. “I’m driving.”
My hands continue to pull at his belt, and a coy smile dances across my lips. “So, pay attention to the road, Asher.”
I have his jeans unbuttoned and the fly unzipped before he can say anything else. I push my hand into his pants and tug athis quickly hardening cock. I let my thumb trail across his head and smear his arousal.
He lets out a groan that is both pained and impatient.
“Summer,” his voice cracks, and I can’t tell if he’s begging me to stop or begging me to keep going.
I lean over the center console and lick a delicate line up his neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his knuckles turning white because of the death grip he has on the steering wheel. I smirk against the soft skin of his throat and gently nip at him. He quickly inhales, and his cock twitches in my hand.
“What do you want?” I whisper against his ear before sucking his earlobe into my mouth.
“You,” he moans.
“What part of me?”
“Your mouth,” he pleads. “Please.”
“Eyes on the road,” I hum before lowering my head and taking him into my mouth. I moan at the salty taste of him, and his hips thrust his length into my mouth. I grin around him as I hear the car accelerate when he pushes on the gas pedal harder than he intended.
I swirl my tongue around his head, lapping up the drop of precum that had formed there before licking along the underside of his cock. Asher’s fingers tangle in my hair as he pushes my head down, making me take more of him. I resist the urge to gag as he hits the back of my throat. I hum around his hot length, and he moans again. I feel his cock swell in my mouth; all hot steel wrapped in velvet against my lips.
I let my teeth gently graze against his impressive length.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I slow my pace, not wanting him to finish just yet.
He takes a sharp corner, and I dig my nails into his thighs in silent warning.
“Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes through gritted teeth. “Sorry. Just… keep going. Don’t stop.”
I feel the car turn again and bump over a curb.Perfect timing.
He practically slams on the brakes as we reach a parking space.His hands are back in my hair, but I’m already pulling away from him. Hiseyes are clouded with lust and confusion as he reaches for me.
I delicately wipe a finger against the corner of my lips. “We don’t want to be late,” I say with a small, teasing smile.
“What?” he asks, but I’m already unbuckled and opening the car door.
I’m still smiling smugly to myself as I hear the slam of his door, and it echoes in the space around us. He rounds the car with a purpose. One that I know I’ll enjoy. He’s in front of me, pupils blown, and cheeks still flushed from the fun I’d had with him on the way here. I let my tongue flick out and trace my lower lip, and his eyes darken in response.
