He blushed furiously. "Don't stop, please."
His cock was fully hard now, straining against the fabric of his underwear, which sported a tiny wet spot. My teasing alone had excited him, though I was sure the illicit feeling of being felt up in a cramped change room helped. I wondered if my sweet mate ever had such an exciting sexual encounter before. If he liked it, it could be the first of many.
My fingers finally found his hot tender flesh. Miguel hissed softly as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I bit back a groan. Touching my fated mate was intoxicating. But it would be utterly embarrassing for a demon to cum in his pants after so little play time, so I mentally forced my cock into submission and focused on stroking Miguel.
Miguel let out a moan, then slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shit," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at me. "I hope that guy didn't hear us."
I smirked. "So what?"
"We could get caught!"
"And?"
He let out a breathless laugh. "Daemen, you're crazy."
"Maybe I am."
I flicked my thumb across his slit, and he bit his lip to stop an outburst. Soon he bucked his hips in time with every stroke. His hard, hot cock throbbed in my hand. It was bigger than I expected in an omega, which I found extremely sexy. Hell,everythingabout my fated mate was sexy.
I licked my lips—careful not to let my forked tongue slip out by accident—and kept jerking Miguel off. My hand wandered down to his balls, which felt full and heavy in my palm. Miguel fidgeted. He pushed against me so we were standing flush, front to back. Despite being clothed, my own hard cock pressed against Miguel's wriggling ass. It screamed for release, to plunge into Miguel and claim him, but it had to be patient.
I felt Miguel getting close. His thick shaft twitched erratically in my grasp, and Miguel's breaths came out in short, rapid puffs that fogged up the mirror. His eyes were shut.
"Miguel," I said. "Open your eyes and look at me."
He obeyed. He locked my gaze in the mirror. His half-lidded eyes were glazed with pleasure and his cheeks were flushed a deep color. He was gorgeous.
But then, possibly feeling awkward, he broke away. He dropped his gaze to the ground.
"No. Don't look away," I ordered. "I want you to watch while I make you cum."
A muffled sound of surprise left Miguel as he quickly looked back up.
"Good boy," I praised.
Miguel's cock throbbed in my hand. He definitely liked that.
Time for the grand finale. I yanked down Miguel's waistband so that his cock bounced free, his flesh burning hot compared to the cool changing room air.
"Ah!" he cried.
I curled around him tighter, my chin resting on his shoulder as I enveloped him fully from behind. I grinned as Miguel watched me jerk him off. In our eagerness, we'd pressed closer to the mirror. Miguel's cock bobbed inches from it.
"Now watch," I purred in his ear. "Let's splatter the mirror with your cum."
"You're not really going to?" he choked out.
"Oh yes, we are."
"Shit, oh fuck—"
Too late. I sped up the strokes and seconds later, Miguel cried out as his cock released a thick jet of white that painted the mirror. He came for a long time, releasing every pent-up drop from all the teasing. When he finally shuddered and finished, I held him so he didn't collapse on the floor from his shaky knees.
He blinked, dazed. "Wow... That was..."
"Fun?"
