I suspected it was because I’d given him so many of his firsts. Because of that, there were parts of him that felt like they belonged to me and only me. I didn’t really have anything likethat, I’d done basically everything before I’d ever met him, and he was more than a little jealous. Of course, all my hookups before him had been meaningless and the part of my body that belonged to him without question was my entire fucking heart. Still, the way he’d agreed to act out my little fantasy had surprised me and turned me on so much, I couldn’t argue.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked, and he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of his black t-shirt before nodding.
“Yeah. Where are we going?”
“Mm, I don’t know yet. I thought we’d just take a walk and look at the lights. Maybe get some drinks.”
There was a thin and fluffy sheet of snow on the ground, but not enough to ruin a little walk downtown. All the buildings were still decorated with colorful lights, even though Christmas had technically passed a few days earlier. We’d spent it cuddled up on the couch, binging holiday movies. The feeling of his fingers stroking through my hair while my head rested in his lap had been like literal heaven, something I knew I could never get enough of for the rest of my life.
“Okay,” he said, and started to move past me to grab his jacket from the living room.
“Ah, Cupcake,” I piped up. “Shouldn’t we… Test it, to make sure everything’s working like it should be? I mean, I’d hate to be troubleshooting in the moment, you know.”
He bit down into his lower lip, taking a deep breath as he glanced up at the ceiling, but nodded.
“Okay. Test it.”
I slipped my phone out of my pocket, where it was already opened to an app I’d downloaded. Pressing my thumb onto the little button on the screen to activate it, I dragged it up to the level of stimulation I wanted.
Aspen whimpered, his eyebrows furrowing together as his fingers twitched at his side. His lips parted, just a bit, as a rushof air tumbled out from his mouth. Fuck, that was so hot. But I wanted to start him out low and slow, teasing and building him up until he was squirming and begging. Dragging it back down, I watched him relax.
“Well, it works,” he confirmed.
“What does it feel like?” I asked, and he scoffed.
“It feels like I have a vibrator jammed inside me and pressed up against my dick,” he answered, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Oh, good,” I noted, the corner of my mouth perking up at his prickly tone. My moody little black cat. “I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”
We’d done our research on what to buy for this, and I’d picked out the most highly praised toy. The shape was perfect, stimulating him from the inside and curling up to press against him on the outside. I was already completely hard just thinking about it.
“Let me feel it,” I requested, and he blushed but shrugged to indicate his consent. When I stepped up close to him, his eyes stayed locked on mine as I opened the button of his jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper. Slipping one hand down into the waistband of his underwear, I slid my fingers over the silicone. It was a tight fit, stuck right up against where he was the most sensitive.
When I used my other hand to mess with the levels on the app, the vibrator purred against my fingers in a surprisingly strong pulse. He whimpered again, swallowing hard as he stared up at me. When I pressed on it to tease him even more, he reached up and gripped onto the front of my shirt, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips.
“Fuck,” I murmured, shutting it off. “That’s still just on low.”
We’d barely started, but I could already tell he was into it, even if the idea of doing anything in public was embarrassingfor him. He trusted me not to humiliate him by getting us caught, and I wasn’t going to break that trust, so I would be careful… Mostly. And anyway, going on our naughty date was just the beginning, a pleasant little buildup. All the really hot parts would be once we’d gotten back home, in the privacy of my room.
Once we were appropriately dressed for the chilly temperature, we headed out. At some point over our break, he’d started letting me hold his hand, which I took advantage of now by lacing our fingers together as we walked. My other hand was shoved in my coat pocket, my thumb resting on the edge of my phone for easy access to the app.
Every time I’d brush over it to turn it on, his fingers would tense up in mine and he’d bite down into his lip if I kept it very low, or let out an adorable little sound if I cranked it up for a few seconds. I was glad my coat was long, or else it would be obvious to anyone around us how my cock was tenting out my pants. I knew Aspen would be soaking wet by the time we got home, but so would the front of my boxers.
The decorations and lights were beautiful, but it was hard for me to focus on anything but him as we walked. It was mostly quiet and there was hardly anyone else out, so I could tease him with my words as I toyed with his body.
“I cannot wait to get you home so I can hear you screaming my name while you come.”
“We could go home now,” he offered, and I chuckled.
“Not happening, Cupcake. I want you sweating and squirming first.”
To my surprise, he threaded his arm around mine, snuggling up to the side of my body. I hadn’t expected him to be affectionate while we were doing this, but maybe he was feeling vulnerable and needed it.
Stopping in front of him, I cupped the nape of his neck, leaning down into him. Obligingly, he tilted his face up to meet my kiss, his palms gliding up my chest as our lips moved together. When he swayed a little too close, pressing into my hips, I felt him smirk against me.
“You are really, really hard,” he noted, and I grinned.
“Promise you’ll do some kind of CPR if I pass out from lack of blood to my brain,” I requested, fluttering my eyelashes pleadingly at him until he snorted, smacking another sweet kiss against my mouth.
