Chapter Thirteen

Lucas

I cast a look at Alex behind the wheel. His elegant profile, his smoothly-shaven jaw, button nose, sensual lips. His sherry eyes with the thick lashes and his milky skin without blemish. He looked like he belonged behind the wheel. He fit the car better than me. There was a distinct lack of room for my big body and sometimes it was hard to crane my neck up past the windscreen to see traffic lights from my low position. A ball ache all around. I couldn’t wait to get it back to the garage. I hope they didn’t offer it to me to keep.

He smiled without looking at me. It was a nervous smile. His teeth were pearly and straight. I looked at his long-fingered hands on the wheel, clenching it a little too tight.

“Relax,” I said softly.

He nodded with a forced chuckle. I wasn’t worried he was going to wreck the car or kill us. I trusted him, after just one night with him. After all, I had told him my biggest secret. Plus, it wasn’t my car. I wasn’t precious over cars the way some men were. It was just metal and it was on loan. I looked again at his hands, remembering them on my body, how they had touched me so tenderly, how they had pleased me so easily, and I felt my cock start to thicken. I wanted him again so badly. I wanted to slide deep into his tight heat and lose myself.

He checked his mirror and flicked on the windscreen wipers instead of the indicator. I smiled. “Other side.”

He grinned and flipped up the indicator stalk before pulling out. A careful driver. I doubted it was going to be a white-knuckle ride to Devon unless he decided he wanted to see what the Lambo could do on the motorway. I wasn’t too concerned.

The annoying sat nav started to direct him again. He followed the instructions, sitting stiff and straight in the seat, gaze fixed on the road and flicking constantly to his mirrors. I said nothing. I knew he’d calm down once we settled in for a lovely, long monotonous cruise on the motorway. Traffic wouldn’t be busy today; there wouldn’t be much to challenge him. He could probably keep two fingers on the wheel and fall asleep. Or use the cruise control.

When he accelerated down the slip road to the motorway and felt the power of the car beneath his foot, he whooped in exhilaration. “Fuck!” He didn’t take his eyes off the road to look at me. I laughed. I loved the thrill on his face. The same sort of thrill I had seen last night as I made love to him. I wanted to be responsible for that look on his face forever. My thoughts scared me. I had met him last night and barely knew him. And yet… I was going to his parents’ house for dinner on my birthday and it was suddenly vitally important that I make a good impression. God, they would be horrified when they saw me. I was probably the same age as his dad. Anxiety knotted my stomach. What was I doing?

Alex joined the motorway and overtook a slow-moving Nissan Micra before settling in the middle lane. As I’d predicted, traffic was light and I saw his shoulders relax. He was coming down off high alert. He shot a glance at me. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Please will you get me some water out of the bag?”

I reached down to my footwell and plucked free a bottle, unscrewing the cap and handing it over to him. He took it and I watched the undulation of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Oh, I’d love those lips around my cock again. I struggled to get my mind out of the gutter.

“You’re having second thoughts,” he said quietly, handing the bottle back. I took a drink and recapped it.

“How old’s your dad?” I asked by way of reply.

He groaned. “Don’t.”

There was a moment’s uncomfortable silence before he said, “Get me out a snack, please, I’m starving.”

We shared a cereal bar. I fed him salt and vinegar crisps. He caught my fingers and licked and sucked them. I tried not to moan as my cock stood to attention. Then I peeled a satsuma and fed him segments. I sucked my fingers after he’d sucked them and relived last night. Every kiss, every touch, every glide inside him. Beautiful. And way more than a one-night stand. I hope he agreed with me.

The car was cruising steady. I snuck a glance at the speedometer and saw he held it at seventy. I smiled to myself and settled back in my seat, my eyes growing heavy. I’d slaked my hunger and thirst and now my body reminded me I hadn’t had adequate sleep last night. I was already falling asleep before I could ask him if it was okay.

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Alex

Lucas stirred in his seat and glancing at him, I saw him open his eyes. He blinked and looked at the clock on the screen. He’d been asleep for an hour while I’d stole looks at him and marvelled at my good fortune. “Sorry,” he said.

“Why? You clearly needed it.”

“I did. You wore me out last night.”

I grinned, my cheeks heating and my dick stirring as I remembered last night. Actually last night was nearly all I was thinking about while he slept. I’d become worried that my parents would see how well fucked I was when I arrived, because I felt different somehow, like a virgin who’d popped their cherry last night. It was a ludicrous way to feel, but something had changed.

“Likewise,” I said.

“Want me to take over then?”

I looked at him. His suit was still immaculate but his posture was relaxed, his face still sleepy and his lids heavy. He really was the most attractive man I’d ever seen in my life. I didn’t care what my parents would think about his age or the fact I only met him last night. But actually, was I going to tell them I only met him last night or should I make something up? We’ve been dating four months and I forgot to mention it?

I didn’t really want to paint Lucas as the man who’d taken me home and fucked me last night even if that was what he was, because it would cheapen last night. And last night was anything but cheap. “You could do,” I said. “I don’t know about you, but I need a wee break. Services in three miles.”

“Okay,” he said.

“You’re a good driver,” he said as after a few huffs and puffs and grinding of gears, I reversed into a tight parking space and switched off the engine. I glowed with pleasure. “Your parking’s lousy though.” I hit him on the arm and we both laughed.

“I appreciate you letting me have a go.” We looked at each other for a moment. He smiled and opened his door. My heart was beating hard. I had been hoping he would kiss me. I needed it so much.

We walked side by side to the services. His fingers brushed mine and I wondered how accidental it was. In the toilets, we peed side by side and washed and dried our hands side by side. I looked around the vast services when we exited. It wasn’t bustling, as to be expected on Christmas Day, but I was just surprised it was open at all. There was a Gregg’s, a Costa and an M&S among the shops. Lucas gestured to Costa. “Shall we get a coffee in case I nod off again?”

“Yeah.” I followed him inside. There was a queue of four people and we joined them.

“What are you having?”

“A latte with oat milk.” I reached into my inside jacket pocket for my wallet. “I’ll get them.”

He shook his head. “No, you won’t.” We stood looking at each other, close enough to touch. Almost close enough to kiss. Once more his fingers brushed mine. My skin prickled and my stomach lurched. This was sweet torment. I wanted him so much it hurt. I wondered how feasible a quickie in the car would be. I wondered what the other patrons would say if I kissed him right here in the queue at Costa. He smiled as though he read my mind. I looked away because I was getting an erection. I glanced out to the other shops and an idea presented itself.

“I’ll be right back.” A shop next to M&S sold all kinds of gifts and trinkets—London memorabilia for tourists, chocolates, books, alcohol and more. I nipped inside and perused as quickly as I could, worried he would come in and catch me in the act of buying him a birthday present. I settled on some outrageously expensive vegan chocolates and added a rip-off gift bag for good measure. I also bought a bottle of pink Prosecco to take to my parents and some roses for my mum. I hurried out to find him standing outside Costa with two cups and a paper bag, a bottle of champagne wedged under his arm. He must have nipped into M&S after Costa. He smiled at me and handed me a cup.

“Thanks.” It was the biggest coffee I’d ever seen in my life. I had no idea they did them that big. I always got a small latte when I went to Costa. That was my budget. The place cost a bloody fortune. I’d be stopping every half an hour to piss after this.

We walked back out to the car park and he opened the miniscule boot so I could lay the flowers down and wedge the bottle of Prosecco and the champagne down the side of my bag. I guessed the champagne was to give to my parents, which I thought was very kind of him. He got behind the wheel, placed his cup on the dash, and showed me inside the paper bag. “I got the last vegan brownie.”

I smiled. He broke off a piece and held it out to my mouth. I opened up and let him deposit it on my tongue. While I chewed, he popped a piece in his own mouth. Overcome, I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. I loved the sound he made. A shocked intake of breath before he kissed me back, cupping my head. We both had half-melted brownie in our mouths and the taste on his tongue electrified me. We kissed fiercely for some seconds before we slowed down, swapping long and slow chocolate kisses before we drew apart. My head was spinning and my dick was rigid. I could barely think straight.

I licked the taste of him from my lips. “I got you these,” I said, handing him the gift bag. “Happy Birthday.”

The smiled that crossed his face was so big and genuine that it tugged at my heart strings and I reminded myself yet again that my first impression of this man really hadn’t been wrong. He was a worthwhile guy and I wanted him in my life beyond last night and today. He pulled out the chocolates and admired them.

“Thank you,” he said softly and leaned forward to give me another kiss.

One kiss wasn’t enough. We ended up back in each other’s arms, clinging together awkwardly over the gap between us, lips locked. My cock throbbed and although he didn’t try to touch me intimately, I was so turned on I was scared I was going to come just from his kisses alone, like some sort of teenager.

I pulled back. “We should leave, otherwise you’re going to have to take me over to the Premier Inn for an hour.” I motioned with my head in the direction of the hotel in the corner of the car park.

He smiled and ran his thumb over my lips, making them quiver. “Only an hour?”

I laughed. “No. An hour isn’t nearly enough for all the things I want to do to you.”

His smile widened but behind his bright eyes, I was sure I saw unease. I had phrased it wrong. All the things I want to do to you . I’d made it sound like I wanted to fuck him. Understandably, he had recoiled from the idea. I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again. I would gain no benefit from trying to rectify the words. Perhaps I would make things worse. I held both cups of coffee as we set off. I fed him bites of brownie as he drove. Once he was cruising, he held his coffee in one hand and the wheel in the other.

The motorway got quieter and quieter. We lapsed into silence, during which I admired Lucas behind the wheel. He looked like he belonged there, unlike me. He really was such a classy, elegant bastard. His exquisite suit, his strong, clean-shaven jaw and high cheekbones, his beautiful crystal blue eyes. The way he held the wheel so casually with one hand and maintained a steady speed at seventy. I wondered if he was keeping his speed to the legal limit because I was in the car and if I wasn’t, he’d be breaking it. He wasn’t a man who had a need to show off. Any other man with a Lamborghini might have been going 120 in the fast lane. Lucas didn’t need to prove he had a big dick. I already knew he did. I smiled to myself, coils of heat twisting my stomach. If he was invited to stay over tonight at my parents’ house, how was I going to keep my hands off him?