He was right, he wasn’t being obvious at all. If anyone else happened to glance over, they wouldn’t notice anything was off. But I knew him better than everyone else. His flushed cheeks and tensed thighs were a dead giveaway, the rise and fall of his chest too pronounced.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking you better really make this worth my while if you ever want me to agree to anything weird like this ever again,” he informed me lightly, and I chuckled.
“It’ll be worth your while,” I promised him softly, then leaned in even closer, so my lips brushed the shell of his ear while I talked. “I’m going to edge you until you’re begging, andyour eyeliner’s all smudged and running down your cheeks. And then when I finally let you come, you’re going to saythank you so much, BB.”
He slowly turned his head until our faces were aligned, our lips almost touching. I swallowed hard, desperate for what his response would be, when the barista returned to the counter with our drinks. They were in styrofoam cups with vented lids, meaning he’d ordered them to go.Not very subtle, Cupcake.
“Oh, hey!” She said, sounding surprised when we reluctantly pulled apart. “You guys work across the street, right? At Common Grounds?”
“Yeah, we do,” I answered.
“Yeah, I come in there sometimes,” she said, giving us a friendly smile, obviously completely oblivious to the thick layer of tension pulsing between our bodies. “I didn’t know you guys were, like, together.”
“We are,” Aspen answered, and I could tell he was slightly gritting his teeth. If she dragged the conversation on any longer, she would probably end up getting snapped at.
“Is that weird?” She wondered. “Dating a coworker?”
We glanced at each other briefly, an unspoken agreement flowing between us. I’d always wanted that closeness with someone, that easy connection where we could communicate without even needing words, but I’d never come close to it until Aspen.
“No,” we answered in unison, before I reached out to pick up both our drinks and ushered him out of the door. We walked quickly and purposefully, barely even talking, until we got to the very last shop at the beginning of the little downtown district. There wasn’t another soul around.
Setting our drinks down on a bench and gripping him by his upper arms, I steered him into the tiny alley, pushing him up against the side of the empty building. When I leaned intohim, he slipped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss. I rolled my hips against him, frustrated with how little friction I could get on my aching cock with all the layers of clothing between us, but moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue. The hand in my coat pocket fumbled with my phone, ramping up the vibrator while we made out, and his arms tightened around me. I swallowed his needy little noises, until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I want you on your knees,” I panted out, burying my face in his neck for a moment, breathing him in. “The second we get in the house. I want to fuck your pretty face and come down your throat.”
He nodded, giving my neck another quick squeeze. “Whatever you want,” he breathed out. “I’ll give you everything.”
The words hit me like a freight train, all the muscles in my groin tightening, and I snapped off the vibrations. His fingers unclenched from the back of my collar, and he let out a relieved sigh.
We hurried the rest of the way home, my hands shaking like a fucking junkie as I clumsily handed him the drinks and shoved the house key into the lock to disengage it. The door smacked shut behind us, and he ripped off his coat, tossing it onto the couch as he kicked off his shoes.
I shed my outer layers too, yanking down my zipper as I moved to the couch. I wasn’t confident that my legs wouldn’t turn to jelly the second he put my cock in his mouth, so sitting was safer. He sank down to his knees in front of me, just as I’d requested.
My fingers sank into his hair, pulling him to me, where his mouth immediately latched onto the base of my cock. The feeling of his tongue on my aching, neglected flesh dragged a loud groan out from my chest, my hips twitching and jerking for more.
“You’re always so messy,” he murmured, lapping his way up my shaft to swipe up all the precum I’d dripped out, before swirling his tongue over my slit, coaxing even more out into his mouth.
“But you love cleaning me up,” I retorted, moaning as he made his way back down the length of my cock, fervently kissing and sucking, like he was worshiping it. “Fuck, Cupcake.”
With the reduced functionality of my brain, it took me a few moments to remember exactly what we were doing. When I turned the vibrator back on, I felt his whole body tense up between my thighs, and he moaned against me, faltering in his motions.
Gently tugging at his hair to tilt his head back, I stared down at his flushed, sweat-dampened face.
“Whatever I want,” I reminded him, and he shuddered, nuzzling his face into my bare thigh for a brief moment before opening his mouth wide and taking in as much of me as he could handle. My cock somehow thickened and hardened even more against his tongue, something I’d have claimed couldn’t have been possible until that very moment.
He moaned around me when I nudged the vibration level up, sounding perfect and desperate this time, now that we were all alone. His slutty little noises sent waves of pleasure coursing down my shaft, until my thick cockhead nudged the back of his throat.
“Aspen,” I panted his name out. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”
Of course he couldn’t answer me, but the pulse of his throat around my swollen, leaking cock was enough of a response. Carefully lifting myself up onto one knee, I held him in place as I started rocking against his face, gliding my cock in and out of his lips. Gripping me at my base, he toyed with my balls as heloosened his jaw, the obscene wet sounds echoing off the walls along with my breathless groans.
When his fingertips brushed over my hole, I let out a choked moan at the added stimulation. He teased me there, stroking light circles over the sensitive nerve endings.
“Yeah,” I panted out. “That’s yours. I fucking love that you own my hole.”
He gave my thigh a quick pinch, before gripping at my hips for a moment to still my movements, alerting me to pull back from his mouth. I worried that I’d been too rough, but he only used the moment to slick up his fingers with spit, before opening his mouth to take me back in.
