What did he mean “I don't really want to drive around in something that makes me look like my dick is the same size as my little finger”? Was he seriously insulting the Viper? I’d never been much of a car fanatic what with not being able to drive but still, the Viper had been one of those cars that just make you think “Wow, I wish I could drive one of those beasts”.
I pouted a little as Maxxie filled in the paperwork for the Saturn. I guess a Saturn could do but it still wasn’t a Viper. Max’s budget of $8000 meant I had to pay the other $7000 but it didn’t bother me. He still seemed curious as to why I had $7000 to just spend on his car but he didn’t particularly need to know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like a drug dealer or a prostitute or something. But remember what I used to do with my evenings? Big time celebs PR people would pay me shitloads to just hang around their “client” and make them look prettier. Smart people, such as myself, put that cash away somewhere. I’ve got about seven or eight hundred grand stored away for emergencies and rainy days.
I leant over and kissed his nose when Maxxie asked where I wanted to go. “It’s up to you, dollface, I’ve got nowhere to be”.
“Neither have I,” he smiled, “we can go anywhere you want.”
I rolled my eyes jokingly. "Now you're just being difficult"
He grinned at that and I leant over and kissed him.
"What if I said I wanted to go where you want to go?"
He smiled. "I'd say somewhere with a long straight road where I can break the speed limit."
"I thought you were Mister I-Don't-Like-Flashy-Cars?"
"I am," he nodded, "but what's the point of having one, if you don't use it the way it was designed to be?"
"I could say that about something else of yours" I smirked.
He laughed. "Why don't we find somewhere quiet and you can show me what's not being used enough."
I grinned. "You won't be saying that when it comes down to it. I've finally got you figured out, dollface"
"Yeah" I said, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and whispering in his ear, "you like being taken control of"
He smiled slightly and said "I'm surprised it took you this long to work it out," before turning and kissing me.
I kissed back, feeling something start to stir in my pants. "You're very difficult to read..."
"Now that surprises me."
"Mmm. I'm usually what I think they call an open book," he laughed.
I started kissing along his jaw. "I was never much of a reader"
"I've guessed," he mumbled against my skin.
"Kinda ironic that I work in a bookstore, huh?"
I bit on my lip. The problem in my pants was becoming more and more apparent. The fact that we were stood in front of Maxxie’s new car, which was still parked outside the dealership, did nothing to calm me down. "I think we better go find that quiet place"
"Yessir." He winked.
We’d been driving around just over the speed limit for the past five minutes and I was still painfully hard. So far we hadn’t come across anywhere quiet and out of the way and I was starting to get tired of it when something else crossed my mind. "Shouldn't you go check on your buddy?"
"Yeah, I guess." He said, a little reluctantly.
" After you've dealt with me"
He smiled. "That's more like it. Mean. But more like it."
"If you do anything more than go down on me I will literally die of shock" I smirked and he laughed.
"You're only adding to reasons to learn to drive, Cay. It'd be much easier to give you head if I wasn't driving," he giggled.
"As lovely as that sounds, didn't you nearly kill a kid when I was giving you head on the way back from your gramps?"
"No. I swerved and he walked in front of me."
I laughed at the memory and at his flat out denial. "Just drive, dollface, before I deal with this myself". You might think I was joking but I was deadly serious.
Maxxie seemed to know just how serious I was being and sped up. I just sat hoping we’d find somewhere soon. And hoping we didn’t run into any cops. Trust me, this would be one awkward situation to explain.