The Driver

by Heidi Austin

  “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath.

  “You ok?” He asked, all innocence, just as I had been during the film.

  “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth and then I dropped my head to my chest as I felt the rhythm of the plug increase. “Fuckfuckfuck.” I whispered it and Cal didn’t even look up this time, just continued to work.

  With shaking hands I went back to my computer and tried to think what I’d been reading before, but there was nothing in my head except the sensations below my waist and the almost overwhelming pull towards Cal to drag him onto the table and fuck him senseless. After a few more minutes the vibrations stopped completely and I could focus again. He hadn’t looked up, continuing to work, looking as innocent as ever.

  The game continued for the next hour. Almost to the second every quarter of an hour I would get two intense minutes of vibrations, where I almost came every time, but wasn’t allowed to touch my dick at all and if I tried Cal would turn them off completely. All the while he barely looked at me. It was on the fifth and final time that he eventually leaned back in his chair and watched as I struggled to regain my composure, utterly lost and desperate to come.

  “I want to fuck you later.” He said eventually as I was bent double over the table trying to control my breathing.

  “Okay.” I said quickly, desperate to agree to anything if he’d just let me come.

  “You'd probably agree to anything I asked for right now wouldn’t you?”

  I had a death grip on the table. “Fuck you.”

  He laughed, standing up and coming round the table to straddle my lap. My hands went immediately to his arse and I shoved my hips hard into him.

  As I did it he stood up and then stepped to the side and I let my head fall back and I just groaned. I’d never had the plug in for this long, always eager to come when I was alone if I ever used a toy, and I’d never been teased for nearly an hour. I thought if he just looked at my dick it would probably explode.

  “Take your trousers off.”

  I stood up, enjoying the playfulness in his eyes and the slight command in his voice. I hadn't experienced that with a lover before and I was really starting to like it. I divested myself as quickly as I could of my clothes and looked at him expectantly.

  “How close are you?”

  “Wanna come over here and touch me and find out?” My voice was about three octaves lower than usual and he rubbed a hand over his own cock as I said those words.

  “Could I make you come without you touching yourself?”

  I hesitated. “I don’t know.”

  Suddenly, and I wasn’t sure where the hell he was holding the remote, the vibration went up to full whack and my knees nearly buckled. I felt my cock spurt a bead of pre-cum and I took a step instinctively toward Cal who, to my fury and delight, took a step away from me.

  “Get yourself off, I want to watch.”

  I looked at the obvious bulge in his jeans, hungrily.

  “You can take care of that later.”

  “Are you - are you done with your work?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. You have a limited time offer here, Jay. You want to come or get another half hour?”

  I grabbed my dick and started tugging it hard, my head rolling back and I knew it wouldn’t take any time at all.

  “Look at me.”

  I did, just as he raised the remote and turned it down, then right up to the top again and I came like a geyser. I gasped and had to grip the back of the chair to remain upright. It took an inordinate amount of time for me to feel as though I’d finished, the orgasm so strong and powerful I felt like I might pass out.

  When I opened my eyes Cal was in front of me and he kissed me lazily for a few minutes before walking behind me and putting his right hand on my hip as his other hand gripped the base of the sensitive plug. I shuddered as he pulled it out and dropped it on the floor.

  “That,” he said with the same desperation in his voice as when he’d had it inside him, “was fucking spectacular.”

  I would have said the same, but couldn’t even speak; I just leaned back against his chest and drifted for a while.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Despite his words, Cal still received another few calls before he was finally finished for the day. I had a shower and put some old jogging bottoms of Cal’s on and a jumper he found at the back of his cupboard. He pretended it was his father’s, but the fit was a little too snug to be right and I had a sneaking suspicion it might have belonged to an ex-boyfriend, which pissed me off, and Cal noticed my irritation with deep satisfaction.

  After a long stint of work we were both pretty tired but Cal seemed on edge and worried about the following morning. I felt concern at the desire I felt to soothe him, and also worried that I’d pretty much spent the whole day with him and couldn’t remember feeling happier.

  “Want me to make us some dinner?” I asked as he checked his phone for the ninth time.

  He looked up and seemed thoughtful. “I don’t mind ordering something.”

  “I can cook, you know, I’m a grown up.” His brow furrowed a little but then cleared almost as fast.

  “What are you going to make?”

  “I make a mean Spaghetti Bolognese if you have the ingredients.” his expression perked up considerably at that and he went over to the kitchen. The only thing he didn’t have was spaghetti but we decided that rice would do just fine and I set about chopping up some onions while he hopped on the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine and watched me work.

  I was chopping up some peppers after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Cal had turned the radio on and shocked the hell out of me by having Classic FM tuned in automatically. There was a slow piano concerto playing in the background and he had poured me a glass of red wine and I was feeling very relaxed and at peace with the world.

  “Can I ask you a question which will piss you off?” He asked eventually.

  I glanced at him. “Sure. I might not answer it.”

  He nodded. “You mentioned Martin’s kids, your nieces once. Where is their mother?”

  I felt the same familiar ache as my mind flooded with images of Marie, but I knew his question would have innocent origins. He probably thought she’d left or had an affair or something.

  “Ah, she died, actually.” I said, preferring to get that out of the way before he probed any further.

  There was a long pause.

  “How did she die?”

  “She got cancer.”

  “Oh.” Another long silence. “How’s Martin doing?”

  I continued chopping the peppers a little surprised by the empathy in the question.

  “He wasn’t good for a long time, but he seems to be over the worst of the grief. It’s odd, I’m sure you know just as well as me, grief can sneak up on you at the weirdest times and some days you’re fine, others he can’t get out of bed. Although he hasn’t had an episode like that for a long time, for which I’m very grateful.”

  “Did you know her well?”

  “I did. She was a lovely woman, taught him a lot about cooking, although she was a revolting vegetarian so Martin should never have married her.”

  Cal laughed and I found myself smiling. I rarely spoke of Marie and it was refreshing to remember her at that moment.

  “We all knew that the stage the cancer was at meant we had a limited time. She held it off for a few years, thank goodness, so the girls have a lot of memories with her. But the day before their seventh birthday she passed away.”

  All I could hear was the music then. Cal seemed thoughtful and didn’t offer the usual ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘that must be hard for you all’ platitudes, which were always kindly meant but felt endless after a while.

  Then after a moment, “I think that’s great, that they remember her. That’s what should always be kept alive. The person. That’s what I think is hard when you’re British and someone dies. Everyone stops talking about them, but really we should talk about everything
to do with them all the time to keep them alive. Like the Mexican tradition where they remember all their relatives from years before? I love the idea of that. Talking about loved ones, and keeping them alive in your everyday.”

  I smiled, because that was exactly how I felt. Martin couldn’t speak of Marie. I had tried a few times to mention her but if he didn’t start crying he would shut down completely. I understood why and didn’t begrudge him that at all, but I would always speak of her to the girls. After I had read them stories I would whisper things to them about their mother, as though they were secrets, and somehow I felt as though I was helping her remain with them when she was no longer able to.

  I continued chopping the vegetables for a while and then felt a rush of genuine warmth run through me.

  “Thanks Cal.” I said quietly.

  I looked up and our eyes connected for a long moment.

  “Thanks for telling me about her.” He took a sip of his wine. “Is the business struggling?”

  That one came out of left field, and for some reason dissolved all of my good feelings until they shriveled up completely. Somehow I didn’t want professional Cal knowing anything about it.

  “The business is stronger than ever.”

  “And even if it wasn’t you wouldn’t tell me.”

  “Probably not, but only because Martin doesn’t like you.” It was a cheap shot but I knew it would mean we could change the subject.

  I went back to chopping up peppers hoping that he already knew and this wouldn’t be news to him, but of course, this was Cal I was dealing with.

  “What do you mean he doesn’t like me? Everyone likes me. Except you, and that was only because I wanted to get rid of you and then sat on your dick as an alternative.”

  The dick in question twitched at the reminder of that moment and I glanced at him in exasperation.

  “Sorry, am I disturbing your cooking?”

  “Yes. You’re a pest, go and amuse yourself somewhere else.”

  “Not until you tell me why he doesn’t like me.”

  I sighed and rubbed a slightly gooey pepper stained hand through my hair.

  “Jay.” he said pointedly. “I’m very stubborn.”

  “Yeah, no shit.” I turned to face him taking a sip of wine for fortitude in the face of his conversation. I knew he would just call Marv and ask if I didn’t clarify it, which would be a lot worse. That was just like Cal, not to let anything go until he had the full story. “He doesn’t like the effect you have on me, apparently.” It was like nails down a chalk board admitting that.

  “The affect I have on you?” He seemed genuinely interested now. “What do you mean?”

  I felt the frown on my face and the frustration in my voice before I continued but that didn’t seem to deter him. “Apparently, from the first day I started working for you he knew you were trouble.” I cleared my throat. “And somehow knew that I was interested in you outside of a job opportunity.” I could feel myself blushing, but it was pretty obvious to both of us now that I fancied him.

  He looked ridiculously pleased, he was almost glowing. “I wish I’d spoken to him, then, because I thought it was just me.” He pulled me down for a long kiss which I could feel all the way to my toes until finally he pulled back and smiled warmly at me.

  “You’re infuriating.” I said irritably as I turned back to making the food and he hopped back up on the counter, sipping his wine in a thoughtful manner and getting out his phone for what must have been the twentieth time as he checked through his emails.

  The feeling in my gut was making me uncomfortable again and I felt even more on edge than I had before. I really needed to get my head on straight when it came to Cal, I couldn’t see this going anywhere but downwards from here.

  ~

  Cal was very gracious about the dinner, and I was pleased with the mince, it had turned out well despite the complete lack of spices or sauces in Cal’s kitchen. He leaned back in his chair and sighed happily.

  “I don’t know where you put the amount of cheese you eat, but it certainly isn’t anywhere obvious.” I said, giving him a once over.

  “Cheese is the food of the Gods.” He said happily. We’d finished the bottle of red wine which was now sitting empty between us and he was watching me from the other end of the table with a thoughtful expression. “Want to go to bed?”

  “Definitely.” I said, without thinking. I’d been thinking about his unsatisfied erection, ever since I’d climaxed all over his living room floor.

  This time was different. I could feel it in my heart. This would be letting him in, both physically and mentally. I knew it would mean something and I was both terrified, and enlivened by the prospect.

  Cal and I had had some moments of passion, and anger, the most recent of which had been the explosive sex in the car where, although I’d done the fucking, Cal had been in total control.

  This time it was premeditated, we were both relatively sober, and we were going to have sex in his bed. Not only that but it was pretty clear who would be doing the fucking this time and I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told Cal it had been a long time. It hadn’t been since Hiroshi and I’d remembered that intimacy getting too intense as soon as we’d done it. I tended to get involved when I allowed myself the vulnerability of that act and I knew, despite the fact that I was desperate to do it, it wouldn’t end well with Cal.

  He was in the ensuite and I was sitting on his bed, brooding. I was getting stuck inside the questions in my head and I was starting to put my walls up.

  Cal, being Cal, seemed to sense something was up and came round to stand in front of me.

  “We don’t have to do this, you know. If you’d rather not?”

  But, like always, just seeing him in front of me turned all my internal turmoil to custard and I grabbed for him, yanking him down onto the bed with him on top of me and took his mouth.

  He straddled me, taking total control, holding my wrists beside my head again and delving into my mouth, his tongue exploring and his teeth nipping at my lips.

  “You sure about this?” He asked, grinding his hips down into me.

  “Not really, but I want to do it anyway.”

  He grinned and started pulling my clothes off. When I was naked he stood away from the bed and undressed. He knew how much I loved looking at him naked and he took his time, giving me a show, finally dropping down on top of me even as I stared at him.

  Alarm bells were ringing in my brain as we rutted together on the bed. I knew this was something new; yet another line we were crossing together and I was powerless to stop it.

  After all the teasing with the plug and watching him undress I was already hard and ready for him and we both seemed to want this to get to the good stuff, especially Cal who had waited all day for this moment.

  He had his lubed fingers inside me again but this time there was no joking around, no laughter. He seemed absolutely serious and focused on his task and I felt myself harden further at the feel of his attention and concentration solely on me.

  He pushed into me more times than I could count, again, finding the patience to slowly work three fingers inside me, although it didn’t take as long this time.

  He flexed his fingers, scissoring them inside me and I groaned pushing down on his hand, almost convinced he could try for four, but he was too impatient for that.

  I watched in fascination as he rolled a condom onto his cock and climbed onto the bed. I moved up from my position halfway down the mattress and for the first time in many years opened myself up to another man.

  Cal leaned over me, looking a little nervous for the first time and I wondered whether he’d ever done it this way with a man before, but I didn’t want to ask and break the mood.

  He pushed in, excruciatingly slowly, and was watching my face for the slightest hint of hesitation which never came. After what felt like the longest time he finally bottomed out and I sighed in satisfaction. I’d forgotten how good this could feel.

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nbsp; “Oh my God,” he muttered the words almost to himself, but then he looked up at me and the intensity in his eyes almost took my breath away. He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss that I returned without thinking as he pulled out and shoved back into me with just the right amount of force and I shuddered under him. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  He did it again, and again and again. Eventually leaning down to kiss me as he thrust into me, just as I’d done to him and I felt ecstasy bloom through me as we found a perfect rhythm. Every time we went to bed it felt as though we had reached a new peak of perfection and I couldn’t even muster the concern from earlier, I was just blissfully happy to be in his arms, trusting him to take me to heights I hadn’t experienced for years.

  He thrust into me for what felt like hours, both of us entwined together, eventually with him rolling onto his back so I could ride him as he groaned under me.

  In the end I was on all fours with him at my back pounding into me with such force I had to hold onto the headboard for support. He gripped me so tight I winced and suddenly his hand was on my cock as he came, and I came too, spectacularly, as he collapsed on top of me.

  We lay like that for almost ten minutes, him still inside me as I felt the weight of him on my back. I never wanted him to move.

  Eventually he rolled away, cleaned himself up and helped me do the same, then we buried ourselves under the covers and he once again formed the familiar position of the little spoon.

  “That was amazing.” There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm or humour in his voice now and I felt my stomach clench.

  “It was.” I kissed the back of his neck and he sighed contentedly.

  It took me a long time to get off to sleep and when I did I had restless dreams.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  The next morning we were up at five. Cal had a meeting at seven and was already showered by the time I woke up. He was leaning against the doorway smiling at me, so I retuned it feeling warm and content.