Page 83 of Bitten By the Basilisk

Hoping to stave off another case of blue balls, he turned his attention to the screen across from them and tapped through the setup menu.

“Let me pay this time,” she implored once the payment options appeared. The booth apparently didn’t take tokens.

“Absolutely not,” he said in retort as he reached for his wallet. “You’ll never pay for anything when you’re with me.”

Alice didn’t reply except to sigh in resignation, but the live preview on the screen showed her struggling not to smile.

“So, are we picking our own poses, or do you want me to follow your lead?” she asked as he put his wallet away.

He needed only a second to decide, based on the mental image that shoved to the front of his mind. “Follow my lead. Ready?” he asked, his finger hovering over a big green button that would begin the first countdown.

“Uh, just let me…” She sat up straighter, wiggling her softness against his dick. He breathed in sharply through his nose, his jaw clenched. “Okay. I’m ready,” she said as she tossed some of her hair back.

He was still holding his breath when he tapped the green button, and slowly let the air out of his lungs as a timer began counting down from ten.

“Make sure the stuffy is in frame and smile,” he said, slouching slightly to put his face next to hers. A couple of seconds later, the flash went off. After a short pause, the countdown timer reset.

“Now what?” she asked, lowering the stuffy. “A silly one?”

Before she could attempt a funny pose, he gently grasped her chin and tilted her face toward him. “Now, I want you to look up at me.”

Her expression quickly shifted, awareness replacing her genial smile, her lips parting. He slid his fingertips along her jaw, until only his knuckle supported her chin.

The flash went off, yet neither of them reacted.

“I’ve been drawn to you since our eyes first met,” he said in a close voice. “I know in my heart that you’re meant for me. That I’m meant for you. Every moment we spend together only convinces me further. I’ll never stop wanting you, Alice. No matter the season or the distance between us.”

He captured her whimper with his lips, tasting vanilla and caramelized sugar. Another flash went off.

Dipping her as far back as the small booth would allow, he deepened their kiss, sending his split tongue into her sweet mouth. She arched against him, moaning softly as she curled her fingers into the front of his sweater.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body closer, wishing he could slip his hand under her skirt and feel how wet she was. Taste her on his fingers.

The final flash went off, and a jingle played through the booth’s cheap speakers, neither managing to disrupt the sensual slide of their lips and tongues.

If his cock weren’t rock-hard and aching to stretch her open, he might have had the mental wherewithal to end the kiss. But it took someone opening the curtain over the booth’s entrance for him to lift his head.

“Oh!” a female teenager yelped as she whipped the curtain shut. “S-sorry!” Then came a loudly whispered, “Oh my god,” followed by a burst of giggles.

Alice sat up, grimacing in embarrassment, her lips flushed and swollen. Then she bent down, still sitting on him, and picked up the stuffy that had apparently fallen off her lap.

“I should get out first,” she said once she was upright, shyly swiping her silky hair over her ear. “You can um…hide behind me.”

He let out a silent chuckle, chagrined to be bricked up in an arcade photo booth.

Once she slipped out, he was able to tug his sweater down enough to mask his situation without resorting to hiding it behind his bucket of tokens, but Alice still made an admirably casual effort to block anyone’s view as they returned to the table.

The teenagers who had caught them were huddled a short distance away, snickering with each other.

“Interested in playing anything else?” he asked as he set down their remaining tokens.

She shook her head, already wearing her bag. “Not unless there’s something you want to play.” She hung her scarf around her neck but left it loose. “Will they convert those back into cash for you?” she asked, gesturing at their tokens.

“Feel free to give them away,” he said as he shrugged into his coat.

Her eyebrows jumped up. “Really?” She glanced into the bucket. “But there’s like, fifty left.”

“I’m rather eager to leave,” he said, tugging his sleeves straight, his balls already aching.