Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

RHODES

Three days into the trip and we'd come to the Midwest. If Kaden noticed that I made us drive around without a real goal, he hadn't commented.

Then again, he usually was too busy telling me all the sexy things he'd done so far, things he'd always wanted to do, and I couldn't believe how much his words, his tone alone turned me on.

We'd done nothing more than hand jobs, me blowing him, and kissing, but I had to admit… I was glad about it because the sheer pleasure he could wring from my body with just his hand and his words…

"I saw your notebook last night."

The words stopped me short, and I tried to think what exactly the page was I'd left it open to. "You know what we're doing. I'm just writing the experience down." In detail, because I never wanted to forget, but hey…

He chuckled. His dark eyes were amused, even if I'd seen shadows in them over the last days. I wanted to ask, wanted to know the man I'd been fooling around with, but had no clue how to go about it. "You're writing down our experiences? Because… I was referring to the club list."

"Oh."

Now I blushed even more, hating myself for having said what I did before asking him what he knew.

His hand on the steering wheel was relaxed, and he cocked his head, then smirked. "How horny are you right now?"

I glanced at him, then exhaled. "Since I know you? Always. And very," I muttered, more for myself than for him, but naturally, he'd caught it.

"Okay, do me a favor and take off those pants. Right now. I want you naked from the waist down."

We were in Milwaukee, just passing through because I'd wanted a good burger and figured here we'd find a joint that would do.

"Kaden, there are people outside, and this is a big city. And daylight."

He nodded, his eyes gleaming even if his attention wasn't focused on me.

"Get naked waist down and play with your balls, little prince. Tease yourself. No one knows you here, and in driving by they won't even know what you're doing."

Before I could talk myself out of it, I did as he asked, then wrapped my hand around my erection. I shouldn't be hard, not with how much I worried to be caught, but Kaden's words, his appreciative glances…

I moaned, needing the release suddenly more than I'd realized.

"Do me a favor, and tease yourself. Only tease yourself. Grip too lose to make you come. I want you to stay on edge. I have plans."

I swallowed, then rested my head back, doing as he told me. I imagined I was in my room, alone, and started to play with my balls, moving a little deeper into my seat.

"Let me hear you moan," Kaden all but growled, and I knew he was just as turned on.

We came to a stop, a traffic light, and my eyes snapped open in utter panic because there were lines left and right.

Kaden grinned. "It's an SUV, Rhodes. No one can just look in. Relax. You are doing amazing."

I exhaled, then licked my lips. "It feels dirty. Doing that here. There's a mom in the car next to us."

A car that was far away… Clearly, because the next second a bike pulled between us, and he glanced into the window.

I froze, dick in hand while I stared at him.

"Move your hand," Kaden ordered, "he wouldn't keep looking if he didn't enjoy the show, little prince. Bet he hasn't seen anyone as handsome as you jerking off in a while. Show him what he can't have."

I slowly moved my hand, but when the biker lifted the visor of his helmet, showing blue eyes that were darkened, I moved faster, parting my lips, doing what Kaden had said: I was putting on a show.

"Don't come, just teasing," Kaden reminded me, and thankfully the light changed and he eased the car forward.

Only when the bike was no longer next us did I let out a breath. "Jesus, I just jerked it for a stranger. And you were watching. And he was watching. And I think… I think he liked it."

Kaden looked at me for a brief moment, his expression infinitely soft. "He most definitely did, and so did I. Keep going."

I shook my head, squeezing my cock. "I'm gonna come, Kaden. You don't want that."

He reached over and swiped the pre-cum running from my slip down my dick away before licking it off his finger. I'd yet to feel his mouth on me, but knew enough to remember that some guys didn't like giving head.

I wasn't some guys, but maybe Kaden was.

I wouldn't force the topic. Not that I even knew how to address it.

Nor did I know how to address the fact that I was fingering myself in the shower each evening, imagining it were his long digits pressing into me.

I lazily kept streaking myself as I watched him, deciding we needed to have a talk about something that wasn't sexual.

God, the need to know him was almost as overwhelming as the anticipation.

We neared the city limits, then passed them until we were back on the open road, hardly a car coming our way.

By now being half naked didn't even feel weird anymore, especially when Kaden's gaze flickered over every so often, or his hands snuck another taste.

Suddenly he pulled over to the side, and I stared at him, confused until he said, "Get out of the car and crawl onto the backseat."

Well… Shit.

Kaden

Rhodes' affliction for public action was incredibly hot, but absolutely not the reason why I pulled over when I did.

No, that was the pure selfish need to taste more of him, to feel more of him.

Three days and I could barely resist throwing him against a wall or down on a bed to take him. I wanted my cock buried so deep in him, he'd never want anyone else close to him.

And he was so damn responsive.

I watched him crawl into the backseat, ass pushed toward me, shirt discarded. He was trembling like a leave in the down, his cock hard between his legs, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

He might have been wary of what was to come, but the trust he had in me…

Fuck my life, I didn't deserve that trust.

I didn't deserve him. Period.

"Kaden?" His voice was small because I clearly had hesitated too long.

I swallowed, glad that my voice was rough because I could make it appear as if I was just too turned on.

Not too fucked up.

"You are gorgeous, and I want to… I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do to you forever."

Before he could ask—and I could tell he wanted to—I'd spread his cheeks and softly blew on his pink hole.

He whimpered, and I tried to remember what it had felt like the first time someone had rimmed me.

The first time someone had pushed a finger into me.

"Red," I forced out. We probably should have been doing that from the start, but we really didn't do anything that warranted a safe word.

"What?" he gasped.

I reached over and pulled his head up on his hair and softly turned it until he was looking at me, his cheeks deeply flushed. "You need a safe word for when I do anything you don't want me to do. Red. That's it. Say that and I stop, no questions asked, no upsetting anyone. This needs to be safe for you."

And I cared way too much about how much it mattered to him.

"I trust you," he replied, and it was there, in his eyes.

I believed him. "You can," I said, meaning it, even if I realized I should be getting away from him before I'd claim him for myself.

Selfishly claim him because the two of us could never work out long-term.

I let go of his hair, then returned to what I had started. I kissed first one cheek, then the other, hearing a car pass by, but Rhodes didn't even react to it.

Before he could think too much—and he did, if the tensioning of his shoulders was an indicator—I swept my tongue over his hole and it fluttered.

He cursed low under his breath, then whimpered again.

I brushed the spot with my fingertips, entranced by the slight flutter—and the way he pushed back as if he instantly needed more.

"I'm going to…" I had to clear my throat because the words came out as a growl. "I'm gonna rim you and finger you at the same time. Remember the first day? I wanted to ride with you, and wanted you to ride me ."

No words. Clearly, my little prince had no words. He just moaned again, and his hole softened under my touch.

"I… I've had dildos up there. I've…tried."

I groaned. I knew he had a bag with toys—he'd mentioned that in the call—and I wondered if he'd used one of those to fuck himself while he imagined me pounding into him. I licked him again, harder this time, move forcefully, but he just turned to putty in my hands.

Before long I speared my tongue between those tight muscles, and could just imagine how he'd feel on my dick.

Holy shit, he was making me harder than I'd probably ever been, and if he kept wriggling, kept moaning, I might actually do what he did when blowing me and come in my pants untouched.

Which, absolutely, would not do.

I pulled the small pack of lube from my pocket and spread it wound my fingers as well as his rim, then I softly pressed.

"Let me in, handsome," I coaxed. "Open for me."

I knew, even with his toys, I had to be careful, had to stretch him slow, but I was determined to find his prostate and make him feel as good as possible.

If he'd be my boyfriend, someone I'd be long term involved with, I'd spread him out and see how many orgasms I could get out of him just by teasing his prostate until he couldn't do anything but scream.

But no.

I had a feeling once he'd feel me inside of him, once he'd come around my cock, he'd be ready to return.

His best friend had been calling more and more lately, and?—

As if on cue, Rhodes' phone went off and I told him to answer it. He did, reluctantly, wanting to pull away, but I simply ordered him to talk to his bestie while I kept doing what I did.

The distraction might make it easier for me.

And it did. My finger slipped in easier now, the first knuckle, then the second until I couldn't go further without pushing my fist inside.

My little prince was breathless, lying his way through exercises he was doing according to his best friend, and I took a second finger, working it inside before licking around them, causing him to hiss.

With my free hand I reached for his cock, which was dripping onto the leather seats, and I started stroking him.

He was sweat-covered, flushed, and so fucking sexy.

I wanted him to come, and he did the second he and his best friend hung up, spilling over the seats by the time I teased his prostate just barely.

He collapsed onto the seat, and I leaned over, kissing the back of his neck before brushing my fingertips down his spine.

"You are a treasure," I muttered, not for his ears, just for my own, but when he asked me to repeat what I'd said, I just told him that we probably ruined his seats. Funnily enough, that just got him to chuckle, throwing me a satisfied grin over his shoulder.

I was in deep shit, and he didn't even know it.