Page 18 of Edging Coach
“You mean the bar in Langley?”
“What bar in Langley?”
“The one Lous invited me to. The one wherenot everyone is straight.”
Jack laughed. “Okay, I hadn’t heard about that place. No, I’m not heading to a bar where a bunch of my players are hanging out.”
“But you’d take me out?”
“For coffee. Or a late dinner.”
I blinked. “Have you thought this through? We might be seen.”
He winced and rubbed his face with his hands. “You’re right. I just…I don’t want to go back to the hotel room and be alone. Which is crazy. I have so much?—”
“Drive, Jack.”
“Yeah, okay.” The engine purred to life, and he eased the car into motion. “Where are we going?”
“Back to the hotel. And you’re going to park in the farthest spot and away from all the lights. There’s a back corner you’re going to choose.”
He licked his lips as he drove. “Yeah.”
“Then you’re going to give me a blowjob. If you do it well, I’ll reward you.”
Holy fuck. We should be running in the opposite direction.
Yeah, but he needs this. He’s all up in his head.
So am I. This is a way to blow off steam.
He pulled into the hotel parking lot and, as instructed, picked the farthest spot away from all the lights. From everything I knew about Abbotsford, the town was pretty safe.
To my relief, he parked facing the street. Anyone looking out their window from the hotel would just see the back of his SUV. Anyone brave enough to be walking in the pouring rain would just see a steamy window with rain pounding down.
Jack turned the engine off. For a long moment, he stared straight ahead.
Without the wipers, the rain just fell unheeded. Without the airflow, the windows began fogging almost instantaneously. The temperature outside was just above zero, so we’d need to generate some heat soon or we’d get chilled.
I unbuckled my seat belt, then shifted so my pelvis was at just the right angle. “I told you I want a blowjob. Now.” My cock had been hardening for the entire drive. If he rejected my command, then I’d go upstairs and, likely in about six tugs, come hard. I wanted this man in a way I’d never wanted anyone before. That both terrified and reassured.
Terrified because he held my career in his hand.
Reassured because, as he unbuckled his seat belt, he met my gaze. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
He blinked.
We were shrouded in darkness, but with just enough light for me to see his pupils dilate. “Yes, Sir.”
I nodded. Then pointed to my crotch.
The console would be an impediment, but nothing he couldn’t overcome. By instinct, I could say Jack would be creative.
He pushed his seat all the way back. Then hemaneuvered, so he sat on his knees. He didn’t meet my gaze as he reached over to unzip my dress pants. With gentle—but very cold—hands, he eased my cock out of my boxer briefs.
This was uncomfortable as fuck, but when he ran his thumb over my slit, I found I’d be willing to endure any discomfort if it meant having him close.
