Chapter 8

“Ever get road head?” Chogan asks, and Elijah almost chokes on his tongue.

“No, are you serious?” No one has ever offered that to Elijah before. He’s gotten head in the backseat of his car, but that’s it.

“You up for it?” Chogan rubs his thumb over the head of Elijah’s cock, and it makes him want to squirm. Having to hold still is one of the hardest things he’s ever done.

Elijah groans. “Who’s going to say no to an offer like that?”

Like all he needed was permission, Chogan is suddenly bent over in his seat, angled towards Elijah, one hand braced on Elijah’s thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, his breath warm over the head of Elijah’s cock, and he’s already so hard that he’s aching.

“Fuck me,” Elijah hisses in anticipation.

“Maybe later.” Chogan smirks, his full bow mouth curving up, and then those lips are wrapped around Elijah’s cock.