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043. Adrian is jealous.

Author: Dark Ocean
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-23 23:51:49

GIOVANNI

"Giovanni, I swear to God, this is a bad idea." Adrian whined beside me as I started the car.

I grinned, not taking my eyes off the road. "Take out my cock and start sucking."

"You really want to get us both killed, aren't you?" He grumbled but I didn't say anything. I wanted to feel his warm mouth around my cock and I would make sure I get my cock sucked before I would let him go.

I watched Adrian bit down on his lower lip through my peripheral and that little gesture made my cock throbbed in my pants.

The bastard didn't make any attempt to work my fly and bring out my cock and we were already getting closer to the smoothie shop.

I stepped on the brake pads and pulled the car to a halt in front of a fire house and I knew it would only take a matter of minutes before someone come knocking on my window to move my car.

Adrian was aware of the sudden halt of the car and looked out of the window, his eyes widening in shock as he turned to stare at me.

"Are you kidding me right n
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