As the ten-minute deadline approaches I decide to move from the couch and relocate to my bedroom. Izzy’s dead to the world but I still don’t want to take the chance of her wandering into the living room and overhearing something she shouldn’t.
My phone buzzes with a FaceTime call just as I’m getting settled on my bed. I answer to find a flushed and agitated-looking Damon glowering at me. “You’re the fucking devil,” he grumbles.
I grinat him. “Maybe. But you’re the creep who’s about to get off in the bathroom of a pizza restaurant. I hope it’s not one of those family places…”
“It’s more of a sports bar,” he murmurs. Then his eyes fall closed and he lets out a familiar tell-tale gasp.
“Did Isayyou could touch your cock?” I demand.
His mouth falls open in obvious surprise. “What? How thefuckdo you do that?”
“Zip up and sit down,” I say sternly, ignoring his question. “Just because I’m not there with you doesn’t mean anything’s changed.”
I hear him muttering under his breath as he seats himself on the toilet. “Now what?”
“Now we’re going to play a little game,” I tell him. “You’re going to rub your dick and I’m going to watch. And provide commentary.”
Damon’s brow furrows. “That’s it? Not that I’m complaining but how is that a game?”
I smirk at him. “Because there’s a catch—you’re not allowed to make any noise. The moment you start moaning like a porn star everything stops.”
He stares at me, wide eyed. “You wantcompletesilence?”
“It’s really for your sake—youarein a public restroom, after all,” I remind him. “But while I think you should aim for silence I’m only going to call a stop for moaning. And to give you a fighting chance of success you can have three strikes. Are you wearing a belt?”
“Yeah…”
“You might want to take it off and bite on it. I have absolutely zero faith that you’ll be able to keep your mouth shut otherwise.”
He narrowshis eyes in irritation but nevertheless removes his belt and lifts the leather to his mouth. “Do you want me to get it out,” he asks, gesturing to his crotch.
“That’s really your call,” I say with a shrug.
Unsurprisingly, he makes no move to unzip. He takes a few moments to settle back against the wall with his legs sprawled wide before shoving the belt between his teeth and lowering his hand to his crotch, grinding it over his raging erection.
I let out a soft laugh. “Well, you’re nothing if not predictable, dirty boy. Such a fucking cumslut. I’m actually impressed you managed to wait—it must have been pretty tempting to reach down under the table and give that massive hard-on a rub...”
My ears fill with the sound of a familiar wild moan. It’s muffled by the belt, but just barely.
“Stop.” The wordcomes out as a sharp command that prompts Damon to jolt in surprise, snatching his hand away from his dick as though he’s a teen whose mom just caught him jerking off.
“Strike one,” I say with a smirk.
Damon lets out a soft curse, lifting a hand to run over his flaming face.
“Let’s try again, shall we?” I suggest brightly. “Maybe this time you could actually put some fucking effort in.”
“You’re not exactly helping,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, that’s sort of the point. It’s part of the whole sadism thing,” I quip. “Now, why don’t you bite down on that belt and start rubbing your dick again. Let’s see if you can manage to get those jeans messy before the entire restaurant finds out there’s a dirty whore in the bathroom.”
Damon lets out a soft moan, prompting me to sputter in incredulity. “Are you fucking kidding me? Stop.”
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to.”
“Doesn’t matter—that’s strike two,” I inform him. “Jesus, dirty boy. You’re on fucking thin ice here.”
“I’ve still got another shot. I’m going to do it this time,” he insists, the competitive instincts of a career athlete clearly rearing their head.
