The track’s rough, potholes and roots jostling us as we bounce toward the main road. At first, it’s fun, laughing when Racer yips at a particularly loud chorus, wind whipping through the cracked windows.
But then… the vibrations.
Boy oh boy.
The seat hums under me, steady and insistent over every bump. It buzzes right through my jeans, teasing places that are already too aware of the man next to me. His arm brushes mine shifting gears, and oh God, it’s too much.
I feel my cheeks redden as my cock throbs with this unexpected but irresistible stimulation. It’s like I’m sitting on a butt plug or something. Don’t get me wrong, it’s incredibly pleasurable. But not for right now!
Hold it together.
Not here. Not now.
Please.
I cross my legs, take a deep breath.
I focus on the trees blurring by. Not on the heat building, the ache starting to pulse harder and faster. My dick feels like it might just start flashing through my briefs and jeans to alert Kaleb and the whole world how sensitive and aroused it is. This isn’t good.
“You okay?” Kaleb asks, glancing over.
“Yep! Fine! Totally cool!” I splutter, definitely not keeping cool under pressure and feeling my balls tighten by the second.
But Kaleb simply grunts, turns up the radio.
Another rut, another jolt. I bite my lip, willing the town to appear. If this keeps up, I’m gonna… no.
Deep breaths.
Deeeeepbreaths.
Think about boring things. Taxes. Laundry.Umm….
But my mind wanders back to last night—my hand on my rock-hard dick, imagining him. And now he’s right here, real and solid.
Please, road… smooth the hell out.
We hit pavement finally, vibrations easing to a hum. I exhale, unclenching.
The town appears— with its quaint buildings, a few cars, people going about their business. Kaleb pulls up near the B&B.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say, hopping out before Kaleb can help.
He nods. “Listen,” Kaleb says, his voice firm. “In future, stay out of drop zones. Or else.”
I laugh, wave, and watch him drive off.
Finally, I can let my heartrate settle and my special place calm the hell down.
I need to stop running into Kaleb like this. But something tells me that in a small town that’s going to be harder than I think…
Chapter 6
Kaleb
The rain starts before dawn… a steady patter on the metal roof that wakes me earlier than usual. I lie there for a minute, listening, hoping it’s just a passing shower.
But no.