The Driver Page 13

  “Fuck, fuuuuck.” He jolted as I stroked his prostate.

  “Hmm.” I did it again, and his fingers fisted the sheets beneath him.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.”

  He laughed “That feels good.”

  “Want me to do it again?”

  “Yes.” He grunted as I complied. “Fuck.”

  I carried on then gently pushed a second finger inside him. He was much more open to me now, but he still tensed up and I saw him catch his lower lip with his teeth, his fingers flexing and fisting into the sheets over and over.

  “That ok?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ok. Jesus, that’s amazing.”

  I kept going, spurred on by how much he clearly loved this. His flourishing erection was now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum and he was rocking his hips into my fingers more and more. As I opened the condom packet and pushed it down my shaft, he glanced down at me, his pupils blown and full of amazement as I positioned myself and put my hands gently on his thighs.

  “Pass me a pillow.”

  He threw one down deliberately so it hit me in the face and I gave him a half-hearted glare even as he grinned at me. I placed it under the small of his back and then pressed the tip of my cock to his hole.

  “Tell me how you’re doing.”

  “Fine. Keep going. Keep going.”

  I watched him, his beautiful face contorted as he closed his eyes, waiting for me to move. I pushed forward slowly, and saw him wince. I pushed just the tip through the ring of muscle and then stopped, my muscles tense, breathing through the overwhelming urge to slam into him. He was holding his breath.

  “Breathe. It’ll get better.” I said quietly.

  He nodded. The one time I wanted Cal Emerson to speak and he just kept shutting up.

  I pushed a little further in and he let out a shuddering groan that almost made me come right there. Slowly and gently I kept making small movements into him, looking at his abs rippling as he kept breathing deeply, his strong arm muscles chording against the white sheets.

  “I love your body.” I said and then wanted to bite the words back, but thankfully he laughed, and let out a long exhale.

  “Yours isn’t so bad yourself.” He laughed a little and, as he did so, pushed into me and I was suddenly fully seated inside him without really intending to be.

  “Shit, you ok?”

  “Yeah, fucking move, would you?”

  “Give it a sec.” I pushed a little further in as I bent down to kiss him, and spent several seconds just enjoying sucking on his tongue as he tried to make me move inside him.

  “Would you move now? Please?”

  I watched him, and as his eyes were closed, allowed the affection I was feeling for this ridiculous kid to the surface. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  I pulled all the way out, and watched him take a breath before I pushed slowly back in again. He grunted, his toes curling, but his hand flew to his cock, which had wilted a little in the final stages but now was at full mast again, and he started to wank himself off.

  “Good?”

  “Yeah.”

  I pulled out and pushed back in more firmly and he took hold of the sheets again and keened under me, and all bets were off. I lowered myself so my hands were either side of his chest and started to rock my hips slowly into him. He moaned and started to push back, and we soon had an addictive rhythm going which I couldn’t get enough of. I hit his prostate again and he jolted.

  I grinned at him and took his mouth, laying my full weight on top of him, which meant I couldn’t get a full thrust in, but I didn’t give a shit at that point. I sucked on his tongue for what felt like hours, reveling in the kiss. Eventually, I had to pull back so I could slam into him, and I did it a lot harder than I meant to. He arched underneath me with a bitten off cry and as he came I came too, watching his face for a split second before I was taken by my own climax, he looked like an angel, sharp cheekbones, full soft lips still red and swollen from our kisses. I came so hard I saw stars, and pushed into him as far as I could.

  I collapsed down onto him, both of us breathing heavily. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, but I certainly hadn’t expected what came out of his mouth.

  “How soon can we do that again?”

  I laughed. “Are we a fan?”

  “Hell yes. That was awesome.”

  I kissed him softly, pulling out of him gently, and tying the condom. He watched me silently as I went into his bathroom and came back with a warm flannel. He reached out a hand to take it but I batted him away. I gently cleaned the evidence from his legs and he seemed a bit perplexed by my actions until I shrugged.

  “You ok?”

  “Yes.” The answer came too quickly.

  “I know you think I’m acting like a mother hen, but, I just want to check you’re not too sore.”

  He pulled a pillow over his face. “Please shut up.” I wiped the flannel punitively over his sensitive cock and he threw the pillow at me with a high pitched wail. “You dickhead.”

  I tossed the flannel back into the bathroom and then looked at the door; just for a second, wondering if I should go back to my bedroom.

  “Are you seriously thinking you’re not sleeping in my bed?” He sounded pissed off and I looked back. “I’m in a vulnerable state, aren’t I? I need you to make sure I’m ok and be around in the morning to check if my dick has survived the night.”

  “You’re an idiot.”

  He pulled the covers back and I got in, somewhat worried by how familiar and easy this was. The gentle humour in him was new, and it was something very welcome. I certainly liked sex any way I could have it, whether my partners were silent, or I couldn’t fucking shut them up, sex was sex. But Cal had a total lack of self-consciousness that I wished I had had at his age. He saw me frowning and raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Did it meet your expectations?” I asked in order to distract him from examining the turmoil in my eyes too closely.

  He paused for slightly too long, not looking at me and then elbowed me in the ribs. “Stop fishing for compliments.”

  He pushed his back against mine and I hooked my leg over his. He gave a sigh that was almost a purr and I squeezed him gently.

  “Cal?”

  “Mmm?”

  “Happy birthday.”

  There was a long silence, then he sighed. “Thanks, but it was yesterday.”

  I laughed as I looked at the clock beside the bed which read 1:02 a.m.

  I hugged him to me more tightly. He didn’t protest and we fell asleep like that, entwined in one another, surrounded by the softly falling rain.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  I woke up to the sound of the rain again; another dull, miserable day was dawning over London, yet the weather didn’t touch my mood. I looked across my pillow to Cal’s sleeping form. He was facing away from me, his hair tumbling over the pillow in soft waves which I wanted to run my fingers through.

  I’m not sure how long I watched him, wondering what today would bring, how things would be between us now something so monumental had happened.

  I reached for my phone, which was charging beside the bed, and checked the schedule for the day. Cal had a meeting with the finance director for one of his father’s smaller businesses at eleven, which meant even though it was early and once again I’d had very little sleep, I still needed to go home and get a change of clothes and be back in time for Cal to get some breakfast. I toyed with the idea of a shower in his bathroom, but somehow it felt as though I was imposing on him, so I reluctantly got out of bed and went to find my sodden clothes from the night before.

  When I had managed to yank my partially dried trousers on I walked back into the bedroom to find Cal sitting bolt upright in bed.

  “I thought you’d gone,” he said with relief.

  I smiled. “I didn’t want to wake you. I need to go home and get a change of clothes.”

  He looked me u
p and down and at the soaking wet shirt in my hand which I had been delaying putting on for as long as possible.

  “You can borrow one of mine.” He got up and walked over to the cupboard at the side of the room. God, his body was stunning. I waited, knowing full well his shirts would be far too slim to accommodate me, but it gave me an opportunity to look at his arse again, so I wasn’t complaining.

  He turned, smirking at me as I continued to check him out unashamedly and passed me a pale blue shirt. I put mine down over the back of a chair and pulled it on. It just about went over my shoulders but there was no way it would do up. He had turned to close the cupboard doors but then as he looked back round at me he did a double take.

  He groaned leaning back against the closed cupboard door, his cock hardening even as I watched it.

  “What time do we need to be out?”

  “It’s seven am and I have to get through London traffic twice.”

  He walked over to me and fisted his fingers in the sides of the shirt and tugged me toward him as he rubbed up against me. I closed my eyes; this kid was going to be the death of me.

  “I can cancel.”

  “It’s Anita Ridgeway. You do not cancel on her, you told me that months ago.”

  He grinned and I grunted as he stroked my cock through my suit. “Urgh,” he said, laughing, “these are still soaked.”

  “Yeah, laugh it up, it’s your fault I had to stand in the rain to send Mr America back to his cocktails.”

  He laughed again and let go of me. The loss of his hand and body against mine was more unpleasant than it should have been.

  “I’ll be about an hour, I think, if the traffic’s not too bad.”

  He walked to the ensuite. “Can we stop at a Starbucks on the way? It’s at eleven isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” I checked my watch. “I’ll be back here by eight thirty.” I walked to the door as he nodded but he stopped in the doorway and frowned opening his mouth as though to speak.

  “What?” I said.

  He watched me for a few moments and then shrugged. “Nothing.”

  He went into the bathroom and I was following him before my brain really acknowledged why.

  “Cal.” I said as he was stepping into the shower.

  “What?”

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. I told you. I’ll be ready at eight thirty, you should go.”

  I watched him get into the cubicle, all nonchalant disinterest and I shook my head in exasperation. I pulled my sodden shirt on with a grimace and went to find my jacket and tie, getting to the car a few minutes after seven and knowing already that today was going to mess with my head in more ways than one.

  ~

  I had only just got back to my flat when my phone rang. I was halfway through the door picking up the post and I answered without looking at the caller ID.

  “Jonathan speaking”

  “Hah! Hey work mode.” I pulled the phone from my ear and groaned when I realised it was my brother.

  “What’s wrong? Are the girls ok?” I could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

  “No. Nothing is wrong. Yes, they’re fine. My new student actually managed to keep the shop running yesterday for four hours without anything exploding.” There was a pregnant pause. “Um, I got some paperwork through from Thea. I was going to send it over to you for us to talk it over tomorrow?”

  He sounded painfully hopeful and although I still felt a tug in my gut at the likelihood of us losing Mama’s Hut I knew this really mattered to Marv, and he was the chef, after all, it was him who’d need to sustain the business in the long term.

  “Sure, email them over and we can go through it all tomorrow.” I stopped, wondering if I’d get another argument started but then asked the question anyway. “No news from the council I’m assuming?”

  “Nothing yet. I will tell you as soon as I hear, though, regardless of what we decide.”

  “Thanks.” I dropped my keys onto the coffee table throwing the phone onto the bed and putting him on speaker.

  “Where are you?”

  “I just got home, I’m-” then I stopped and let out a whispered curse.

  “What?”

  “I’m changing.”

  “Did you say you just got home? Has he actually kept you out until five am again?”

  “No Marv.” I hadn’t thought through what the hell I was going to say and it showed.

  “So he didn’t keep you out all night ferrying him around? Then how did you just get in?”

  I thought feverishly but right then my sluggish and tired brain seemed to have left me to the wolves.

  “Jon,” that was his serious voice. “I’m not an idiot, and you only ever clam up like this when you don’t want me to find out something bad.”

  I sighed as I stripped down and picked up the phone as I went into the bathroom.

  “Look he had a bad experience with someone he picked up in a bar and I stayed with him to check he was ok.” That would do.

  Silence on the other end of the phone didn’t fill me with confidence.

  “You know your voice is lower when you get laid, right?”

  “Oh my God, I’m hanging up.”

  “Please don’t get fired.”

  “I’m not getting fired.”

  “But you stayed at his last night, and you didn’t comfort him the whole time, right? Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot, I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

  “Alright, Mum, Christ. Look, I don’t want to talk about this, okay?”

  “Absolutely, we can talk about it at length tomorrow, you piece of shit.” He hung up.

  I went to my bedroom and picked out my suit for the day, the usual array of charcoal grey or black fabric taking up the majority of the space.

  I had a quick shower, aware I was taking too long over my appearance and gelling my hair in a way I rarely did unless I was going out. I looked at my reflection and shook my head at myself, but I wanted to keep Cal thinking I was hot for as long as possible before he got bored.

  I pulled out one of my best quality shirts, which fit a little tighter than the ones I usually wore, and selected a black tie with a white trim around the edge, which Gerry always said made me look like a Mafia boss.

  After several minutes of faffing about with my shoes and cursing myself for worrying what kind of socks would be the sexiest should Cal need to pull them off at any point today, I appraised myself in the long mirror inside the cupboard in my room.

  I was a head taller than Cal and my hair was going a little grey at the temples, but the remainder was still a deep brown, almost black, and I had shaved more closely than I usually did, so I looked a little smarter than normal. I smiled ruefully, what the hell was I doing sleeping with a twenty five year old whose father paid my salary?

  I rubbed a hand over my face, grabbed my phone, my wallet and the car key and headed back toward the man who had occupied my thoughts far too much already that day.

  By the time I reached Cal’s apartment building he was standing outside looking out for me again. As I pulled up he trotted down the steps and stood by the passenger side window. I rolled down the window and raised my eyebrows at him.

  “Would it be inappropriate for me to get into the front today?”

  “Yes.” I said; horrified at how distracted I would be having him so close all day. “Get in the fucking back seat.”

  He laughed musically and got into the back.

  “Privacy screen, please.”

  I flicked the switch, feeling ridiculously happy that we’d returned to this strange new normality, and met his gaze in the rearview mirror. He looked at me appraisingly for a few seconds and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I recalled how long it had taken me to get ready.

  “Nice tie.” Was all he said.

  “Thanks.” I muttered and caught his smirk in the mirror.

  “So, Starbucks and then Charlotte Street?”

  He was pulling out his phone and
I knew he would have to do some prep before he met with Anita so I just nodded and we folded back into our usual routine.

  Anita Ridgeway was the head of a very successful but fairly new startup that had recently sky rocketed to fame because of something J-Lo had said about their products on social media. Cal knew everything about everyone online; it was part of his job to be on top of that sort of thing. I knew he would be utterly horrified that I barely checked Twitter more than three times a week and hated Instagram more than anything else on my phone. Except Facebook.

  I was still a little hazy on Cal’s actual role with things like this. His father always sent him to clean up after disasters, so I knew it was either a fuck up, or Anita wasn’t getting as much money as she’d been promised because of diving profits. That didn’t seem likely considering the successes she’d had and the recent headlines, but perception is very different from reality. Just look at Instagram.

  As we pulled up to the building with Cal sipping on his Starbucks he still had his eyes glued to his phone and he looked somewhat irritated. I knew better than to ask about business issues so I sat quietly and waited for him to notice we had arrived.

  He finally looked up. “This might take a while. Probably a couple of hours at least if you want to go somewhere for food.”

  I smiled at him and nodded before he gave me the once over again and smirked at me.

  “You look seriously good today.”

  I felt warmth across my cheeks again, but it was happy embarrassment this time, it did great things to my ego hearing that from someone as beautiful as Cal.

  “I got laid.” I said causally.

  There was a short pause as he froze in place and then he laughed, loudly and shook his head.