Michael's eyes widened at what Alex was asking, the challenge in it, even as he shivered at the taste of himself on Alex's lips in that brief kiss. Then Alex's mouth engulfed him again, and he arched up off the seat a little with a groan. His fingers tightened in Alex's hair, then released, sliding through its silky strands before cradling the back of his head.

He didn't want to make this unpleasant for Alex, wanted him to enjoy it, too. It was a gift Alex was giving, not something for Michael to take. But if Alex wanted more...

He thrust upward, holding Alex's head still, deeper than he had while he was driving. He was able to look down, watch now, the slide of his dick between Alex's lips, and he found a rhythm that worked, hips working with Alex's mouth, but still not all the way. He let himself just feel, now that he didn't have to concentrate on anything else, and felt pleasure spiking and spiraling. He wasn't going to last long, but he wanted to hold on in this moment as long as he could.