“Why the fuck would I be turned on by blue balls?” he grates out.
I give a casual shrug. “Well, you get off on the whole humiliation thing so it’s not that much of a stretch.”
“I don’t get off on the humiliation thing,” he growls.
And I realize now why this is freaking him out so much—it’s a completely new experience for him.
Well, fuck. Doesn’t that just make it all the hotter…
“Ah…so it’s just me then?” I ask, unable to hold back the satisfied smirk. “Naughty Damon, getting hard over achild.”His words, not mine.
Predictably, the back of his neck burns red and he lets out a soft groan.
“What would your kids say if they knew?” I taunt.
“Fucking stop,” he groans.
Fuck, I don’t know if I can at this point. The sight of him cowering with shame and mortification, and yet still so obviously turned on is so fucking hot, I’m moments away from unzipping and rubbing one out right here. Christ, what I wouldn’t do to soak him in cum right now.
But I manage to hold onto my restraint. He’s clearly overwhelmed, and I honestly can’t tell if he’s asking me to stop because he genuinely needs me to, or because it’s what he thinks he should want.
“I’ll stop,” I say gently. “And I’ll leave. If that’s what you really want.”
He lets out another agonized groan, his hands tearing at his hair. “Fuck. Why are you doing this? Why are you tormenting me?”
“Why am I turning you on?” I tease, feeling a little more at ease now that he’s dismissed my offer to leave.
“I’m not—fuck.” He finally raises his head to look up at me. “Get it through your head—I’m not attracted to you. I’m straight.”
“I know.” I give a little shrug. “I don’t need you to be attracted to me. I mean, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I’m not fantasizing about covering you with my cum, but that’s not what this is about.”
His eyes dart away as fresh heat rises in his cheeks, prompting me to lean farther over the stall divider, my lipscurved in a taunting smirk. “Unless of course youwantme to empty my load on you? Then I’d be happy to oblige.”
His eyes snap back to me, his face arranged in a familiar scowl. “Of course not. That’s fucking disgusting. Jesus, you’re such a creep.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Glass houses, dirty boy. You’re not even attracted to me and you’re springing boners all over the place whenever I look at you. And now you’re going to rub it out right here, because you’re a dirty slut who can’t help himself from jerking off at work. And then you’ll go out and serve the customers like nothing’s happened. Like you didn’t just come all over the hand you’re mixing cocktails with.”
He lets out a soft groan. “Fuck, you said you were going to stop.” He closes his eyes as though maybe if he can’t see me I’ll go away.
“I said I would if you really want me to,” I remind him. “Do you really want me to, dirty boy?”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”
My lips quirk up at the evasion. “Because I can give you what you need. If you’ll let me.”
“I don’tneedthis,” he grates out. “I don’t want this. I sure as fuck don’t want anything fromyou.”
I give a wry shake of my head but decide not to push. This endeavor is going to take patience. Until he’s fully committed and we’ve established a safe word I’ll need to walk a careful tightrope of testing his boundaries enough to stoke his lust while making sure I don’t push too far and send him running. All while broadening his mind and helping him accept this is actually something he wants.
Fuck, it’s a good thing I like a challenge.
“If you say so,” I say wryly. “But in about thirty seconds when you finally give in and start rubbing that monster you’ll be thinking about me. You won’t be able to help it.”
“Only because you’re standing there like a fucking creep watching me,” he grates out.
“Don’t worry, dirty boy, I’ll give you your privacy,” I drawl. There is no way I can stay to watch if I want to go back on stage with a clean pair of jeans when my break’s up in ten minutes. “But next time I want a front row seat.”
“There’s not going to be a next time,” he growls.
