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“Iappreciate you coming with me. I know you probably have better things to do than act as chauffeur,” I say, smiling over at Dax as he drives us towards my mum’s place. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since I moved out, and it’s not an experience I’m looking forward to. Not that I plan on speaking with her, I just want to check in on Lena.
“Kid, I would’ve come regardless,” he replies, indicating right and merging onto the motorway in one smooth movement. Pressing his foot on the accelerator, he shifts lanes like a pro racer or something. I feel a tingle run down my spine at the sheer confidence he has cutting through the traffic at such a high speed. The last time I was in this Bentley I was a wreck and Dax was far less accommodating. This time I get to appreciate what an incredible car it is and just how sexy Dax looks driving it.
“Thank you,” I say a little breathlessly, my gaze drifting to his thick tattooed forearms, the muscles tensing and flexing as he drives. Why are forearms so sexy? All my Breakers have gorgeous arms, but Dax’s take the cake. He’s just so… somalein all the ways that matter. Sometimes I feel a little overwhelmed in his company. He’s like this force of nature but in a quiet, watchful way.
“You okay?” he asks me.
“Uh-huh…”
Currently he’s dressed in a pair of smart black jeans that hug his firm arse and thighs, and a grey roll neck sweater with the sleeves pulled back to the elbows, showing off his beautiful tattoos. He’s looking particularly delicious tonight and I have a feeling he's dressed up for me.
“Stop doing that,” he grins suddenly, glancing over at me, his grey-green eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Stop doing what?” I ask, my tongue running over my bottom lip as I take my fill of him.
“That. Staring at me like you want to eat me. It’s...distracting.” He shifts in his seat, a rueful smile playing over his lips as he drops his gaze to his crotch briefly.
“Oh,” I say. “That must be distracting.” Stifling a giggle, I allow my heated gaze to rove over his growing erection. “Perhaps you should’ve worn looser jeans?”
“Hmm, perhaps,” he takes his left hand off the steering wheel, and covers my hand with his, then places it on his cock. My cheeks flush with heat as I run my palm over his hard length.
“Dax, is that a gun in your pocket or are you glad to see me?”
“Cute, Kid. Cute...”
His voice trails off as I rub him through his jeans, and if I weren’t so confident in his driving ability, I wouldn’t be having so much fun teasing him right now. With every stroke, my knickers grow wetter and Dax grows bigger.
“Fuck, Kid. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had…” he chokes out. I can see he’s fighting the urge to pull off the motorway so that we can find somewhere to finish this off. Then again, we’re in central London, there isn’t really anywhere we can go park that won’t be surrounded by pedestrians, not to mention the fact I’m not into dogging.
“You really shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” I whisper, popping open his fly one button at a time.
“Kid…” he warns, his voice low, gravelly.
“Shh, just concentrate on driving, let me do the rest.”
“Fuck!” he exclaims as my palm finds the opening to his boxer shorts and wraps around his beautiful cock.
“Luckily I have small hands. That’s quite a tight fit,” I say breathlessly, my own excitement obvious as I free his cock and start stroking him in that way I remember he likes.
“Kid, seriously, I might crash the fucking car if you carry on.”
“Then I should make this quick…”
“Quick—?”
Unbuckling my seat belt, I lean across the central divide, thanking the Lord Almighty this is an automatic, and wrap my lips around the bulbous head of his dick, humming when I taste the salty precum.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Dax swears, the car jerking forward suddenly as his foot hits the accelerator pedal a little too hard. “You’re fulfilling…Fuck… one of my....Fuck me… fantasies right now.”
I’d laugh in glee if my mouth wasn’t so full of him. Dax winds his fingers in my hair and gently presses against the back of my head. I take him in a little further, grasping his thigh with one hand to support myself as I suck him off.
“Hold on, baby, I gotta take the next exit,” he says after a minute of cursing and moaning. Releasing my head, he takes the wheel in both hands and I lick him from base to tip, and back again. “We’ll be at your mum’s in five,” he warns, more curse words flying out of his mouth as he drives us, and I drivehimwild.
A couple of minutes later, he’s coming in my mouth as we pull up outside the block of flats I grew up in. Swallowing down his cum, I lick my lips provocatively as he parks the car and tucks his cock away. The second he’s decent, he leans over, grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me until I’m panting and needy.
