Page 58 of Fated Mates and How to Seduce Them
Chapter 16
They got a bit of a later start in the morning than Ian had intended. In his defense, watching André turn down one person after another at the bar last night, his eyes only on Ian—as if he could only see Ian—had been…well…empowering, for one. Heady, for another. By the time they’d closed for the night, Ian had dragged André straight to the car and blown him in the back seat. Then hurried them both back to Ian’s blessedly empty dorm so he could sex the man up again. André had that kind of effect on him.
He didn’t think it was purely because he was a mate, either. André had looked at Ian like he was the only thing he could see before the big reveal had ever happened. Truly heady stuff. It gave Ian a confidence he’d never experienced before in a relationship.
So yes, they were a bit late getting out the door this morning after having so much fun the night before. Ian didn’t regret a bit of it. It was near noon as they got on the road, André driving, of course.
“You said the villa house is about an hour away?” Ian looked at the GPS to estimate the time.
“A little under, in good traffic. It’s just outside of Willow River State Park.”
“We’ll be alone there, right?”
“All alone. I did have someone come in and stock the kitchen so I can cook for you if you’d like. There are restaurants not far away, though, so I can take you out too. Mostly”—André shot him a smile—“I can indulge in having you all to myself.”
There was that look again in his man’s eyes. The look of utter adoration, as if Ian were the only person in the world for André. He still had no idea what he’d done to earn this level of adoration.
He only knew he’d do anything to keep it.
Ian leaned in and kissed his cheek, unable to help himself—he had to touch André.
André caught his hand and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. “Don’t get me started right now, otherwise, we’ll never make it.”
“Kissing you on the cheek is a turn-on?”
“Ian, you breathing is a turn-on. If I ever fail to react to you, call for an ambulance. I’m on death’s door.”
Ian laughed, mostly in delight. Seriously, what was he to do with this man?
André pulled onto the highway and then gestured toward Ian’s crotch. “Undo your pants and get your dick out.”
Ian eyed him suspiciously. What fun thing was he plotting over there, looking all cute and innocent? They’d just had a long night of sex, and he was still a little sensitive, truth be told. Also, he’d never been jacked off in a moving car. He’d had wave after wave of new experiences with André, but was he up for this? At least, no part of him felt like saying no. “I’m going to like this, aren’t I.”
“You’ll love it.”
Ever since the first time they’d made love, André had taken it as a challenge to sex up Ian as much as possible. Ian was fine with it, too. It didn’t surprise him at all that car sex was the next thing on André’s agenda. He undid button and zipper, pulled hisdick out so André had access, and then tilted his seat back. For this, he had a feeling he’d need to be more horizontal.
Those agile, experienced fingers knew precisely what they were doing. They teased the slit, rubbing the head, the pressure just firm enough to be delightful. Ian enjoyed the attention, fully intending on turning the tables as soon as they were safely parked somewhere.
His body, now very used to sex with André, warmed up quickly. His dick grew hard in André’s hand, but still, André used a gentle stroke just around the head, almost a tease.
The obvious hit and Ian said with a groan, “You’re going to edge me all the way there, aren’t you?”
“I am,” André confirmed with evil glee in his voice.
Then deliberately pumped Ian’s dick once with a full hand before going back to the teasing stroke along his cock.
Ian would say something, but his mouth was still uncooperative, his brain off in la-la land somewhere.
“I figured a little attention was a good way to start a vacation. I can finish the job when we get there.”
Oh. Oooooh, he wasn’t done. Ian turned his head to smile at him, because honestly, he liked the attention and the naughtiness of doing this in a car in public. “You’ll fuck me the second we arrive?”
“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” André said, his grin full of male smugness.
“All while biting me?”
“Shit, don’t add fuel to the fire. I’m already dreading the hour’s drive as it is.”
