“You’ll be fine,” he promised. “Pervert.”
Going to a café that wasn’t Common Grounds felt a bit disloyal, but there weren’t many places open downtown in the dead of winter. We sauntered into a cozy little place, and claimed a small table in the corner. There were a few other couples inside, but they were all focused on each other, not paying attention to us in the least.
I tried forcing myself to talk to him about something that didn’t involve how incredibly horny I was, at least for a minute, so it could somewhat resemble an actual date. But he just looked so fucking hot sitting across from me, with his flushed cheeks and silky hair flopped over his eye.
When he noticed how intensely I was staring at him, he gave me a smug little smirk before slowly pushing his tongue out and licking his lips.
“You are really asking for it, Cupcake,” I muttered, flipping on the vibrator so his smug little smirk disappeared. Not breaking eye contact despite his whole body tensing up, his chest rising and falling at a faster rate, he whimpered as I left it on just a bit longer than I had the other times.
“What am I asking for?” He wondered quietly, leaning in closer so his soft words could reach me without alerting the other people in the café.
“You’re asking for me to fucking lose it,” I whispered back, the delighted little flash in his pretty hazel eyes confirming my suspicions. Even though I was supposed to be the one holding the power in this scenario, he was tormenting me and he knew it.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said. “I’m only doing this because you want me to.”
“Oh, yeah? So you don’t like this?” I asked, dragging the vibration level up high.
He opened his mouth to answer but his words were lost in a sharp gasp, his lips falling open as his lashes fluttered down.Fuck, he was so beautiful like this. What the hell was I thinking, getting him all turned on and needy in public? I felt like I was going to burst through the front of my pants. I eased it down to a lower setting, but kept it on. When it didn’t stop after a few seconds, his eyes fluttered back open, narrowing a bit at me, but he didn’t complain.
“Tell me you like it,” I ordered, and he cocked up an eyebrow, tilting his head at me.
“Since when do you tell me what to do?” He asked, and I dragged my tongue around my teeth. His meaning was clear. He was yielding to my fantasy, but I wasn’t in charge of him and I never would be. Of course, that only made my dick somehow harder, desperately straining against the front of my pants. I’d already started leaking precum into my boxers.
“Please tell me how you’re feeling, Cupcake. It drives me crazy.”
Seeming satisfied with my second attempt, he moved even closer, leaning his elbows onto the table.
“It’s good. It reminds me of how it feels when I’m drilling you into the mattress.”
His blunt words sent tingles up my spine, a shudder rolling through me as I briefly cranked it up again, enough that he hadto bite down into his knuckle for a few moments, until I lowered it.
I glanced up over his shoulders, behind him to where everyone else was sitting around. We hadn’t gotten anyone’s attention yet, and in our isolated little corner it wasn’t likely that we would. As I was looking, a sudden pressure between my thighs nearly made me yelp. My eyes flew back down to his, and I watched a sadistic little smirk carve itself across his mouth as I felt another hard nudge, this time against my aching balls. He’d taken his shoe off and wrenched his foot between my legs.
“Please don’t crush those. I kind of need them,” I requested, and he blinked innocently at me.
“Don’t worry. I need them, too.”
“What do you need them for?” I wondered.
With his eyes locked on mine, Aspen teased his lower lip a bit with the tip of his finger, before sliding it into his mouth to suck. My stomach muscles clenched as I watched his cheeks hollow a bit, my cock jumping and twitching against the pads of his toes.
He was supposed to be the one squirming and whimpering, not me. To remind him of that, I nudged up the little button on the app. Slowly, but steadily, up and up until his mouth dropped open. The pressure of his foot against my crotch retreated, and he put his arms onto the table, burying his face in them.
“Caelyx.” My name was muffled, but I could still hear the pleading little whine in it.
Easing it down a bit, I watched his muscles unclench briefly, before flicking it back up again. He raised his face to stare at me, and he was flushed, his lower lip already dark and swollen from how he’d bitten down into it. He was panting now, his shoulders moving with his labored breaths.
“Take me home,” he bit out, the raspy, demanding note amplifying my arousal. My pulsing cock urged me to comply with his command, but I was having too much fun.
“Can you go order our drinks?” I asked. He gave me a look ripe with warning, but stood up. Watching him closely as he approached the counter, I very carefully flipped it on low, just enough to mess with his focus. He was so good at staying composed, so much better than I was.
He had a quick exchange with the girl behind the counter, and when she left to make our order, he turned around to face me. Carefully and casually leaning his butt back against the counter, he tilted his head as he stared at me. Even from across the café, the intensity in his gaze had heat washing over me. When I eased up the vibration level, his perfectly neutral expression slipped a bit. He reached up to adjust his shirt collar, dragging his palm across his chest, his cheeks darkening. I eased it up just a tiny bit more and left it there, before getting up from my seat to join him, again grateful for my long coat.
Slipping in next to him at the counter, I leaned in close to his ear.
“Don’t make it look so obvious, Cupcake. You don’t want everyone to know how needy you’re feeling right now, do you?”
Shifting a bit against the counter, he gave me a dry look. “I’m not being obvious.”
