Rubbing him through the material, I flashed him a grin. “Is this okay?” He only blinked at me, pink lips parted, whole body tensed.

Shit. I dropped my hand. “Should I stop?’

For a heartbeat, I swear I could see the war inside him. Then he shook his head an inch and made this tiny, sexy, whimper of surrender.

My grin returned, and this time, I squeezed my hand into his pants, impatiently freeing his cock. He glanced around the garage with adorable franticness.

“It’s okay. It’s just us.” I nuzzled his neck, and he gripped my thigh.

He was uncut, and I eased back his foreskin to tease the glistening head. Jesus, I was ready to swallow him to the root again, but the steering wheel made that impossible. I could bend over to blow him, but I really liked being on my knees for that.

He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing shallowly and practically silently through parted lips as I jerked him. He’d denied being a virgin, but there was something innocent about him that I couldn’t put my finger on. A vulnerable spot, like the soft skin behind his ear that I licked.

I reached down to tease his balls, the waistband of his pants digging into my forearm. “Do you want to come?”

A shudder ran through him, his hips jerking. He nodded.

“Do you want me to make you come? No one else?”

Shutting his eyes, a blush creeping down his neck, he nodded again. He still clutched my leg with his right hand like I was a life raft and he was drowning.

I loved it. I loved giving him this, because if anyone needed to unclench, it was Henry. I shimmied my free hand under his jacket and the hem of his sweatshirt so I could trace up and down his spine.

Lips at his ear as I worked his cock, I whispered everything that popped into my mind. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’ll help you. I’ll give you what you need. You need this so bad, don’t you? Sorry—badly. I know how much you like proper grammar.”

There! He laughed, just for a moment, the choked sound barely escaping. But it was undeniably a laugh, and it made me happier than it had any right to.

“Oh, yeah. You need this so badly. Do you jerk off a lot? I bet you do. But this is better, isn’t it?” His dick throbbed in my hand as I grasped it again. “Mmm. You like this, right? Your cock is gorgeous, you know that?” I bit his earlobe—not too hard, but hard enough.

A sweet, perfect little moan escaped him. I wanted to shout in triumph, and any blood remaining in the top half of my body flooded south. I let go of his junk, and he whimpered.

“Feel how hard you make me?” I guided his hand to the bulge in my pants, groaning when he rubbed me. “Oh, fuck. You turn me on.”