Free Waiting for Rain by Susan Mac Nicol

heaved a small sigh of relief.
    “Let’s get in the car and drive home.”
    His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell kind of a plan is that?” he asked sulkily. I grinned now that my breathing had returned to seminormal.
    “You’ll see. Trust me. I’ll make it worth your while.” I walked awkwardly to the car and clicked the remote to open the doors. Rain followed me, a scowl on his face. We got in, buckled up, and I started the thirty-mile drive home. I hadn’t had much to drink, being agreed as the designated driver for the night, but Rain had had his fair share.
    The winding roads were treacherous and dark. I opened my window to give me a breathing space with him being so near and to let the smell of the countryside into my nose. Manure, damp grass, hay—all of these assaulted my nostrils, taking my mind off the tequila- and vanilla-scented man sitting beside me, seducing me with both his hands and his eyes. I’d finally managed to discover the secret of his very heady scent. It was an eau de toilette called Jaïpur Homme by Boucheron. It was a pricy one, too expensive for my tastes, but it was Rain’s favorite. I had to concur that the man smelled incredible, and very edible.
    He glanced at me as I drove, once or twice reaching out, artfully brushing my fingers on the gear knob, wrapping his fingers around mine as I changed gears. It was extremely phallic, and I was having trouble concentrating. I tried ignoring the smoldering looks he gave me, the scent of him so close in such a confined space.
    “Ever had a blowjob while you drove?” he asked idly as he looked out the window. I nearly lost control of his car at that incredibly hot thought.
    “Jesus, no. That would be too bloody dangerous. I need to concentrate on the road. I can’t do that with you sucking my dick.”
    But oh, it would be so fine. I was almost hyperventilating again.
    “Want to try it anyway?” His voice was matter of fact, but I could hear the amusement in it.
    God, I did want to try it. The thought of his mouth wrapped around my cock right now was probably the best idea he’d had all night.
    “Rain, give it a bloody rest. What if a cow or something wandered out into the road and I hit it because my eyes were closed in bloody sheer pleasure at you sucking me off?” I was trying to be mature and adult about this. He laughed, the sexy sound trickling its way down my spine and into my arse. I clenched my backside in sheer anticipation, shifting in my seat.
    “Stupid cow shouldn’t be in the road, Toby. And you’d probably hit it or swerve off onto the verge, and when they found us all bashed up, I’d be right down there still”—he motioned to my groin—“finishing the job.” He licked his lips lasciviously, and I nearly came with that alone.
    He grinned. “And the cow wouldn’t mind. If it was dead we could take it home, stick it in the freezer, and never have to buy beef again. If not”—he shrugged—“bloody animal could saunter off home and get its partner to suck its udders.” He sniggered as I bit back a laugh.
    “Christ, you are something else,” I murmured. “Can we give the whole blowjob talk a miss for now, please?” I wasn’t sure I could bear much more of it without coming in my pants. “We’re not too far now from where I want to take you.”
    He perked up at that, sitting up straighter and looking out of the window. “Where would that be?”
    “You’ll see.”
    We drove in silence as Rain fidgeted, muttered, licked my ear, and drove me bloody crazy. It was a form of torture he seemed to have perfected. My cock was so tight against my pants it was like wearing a cock cage. Something I’d tried once before in a very rare moment of submission with a potential partner who hadn’t worked out. I hadn’t been particularly partial to the whole experience.
    “I know it’s here somewhere,” I muttered to myself as Rain raised an eyebrow at me. I was looking for the turnoff for Blackweather