16 Aubie
I WAS SURPRISED WHEN STEPH agreed to go shopping with me. She’s been so bogged down with school she rarely has time to blow off an afternoon like this, so I decide to treat her to our favorite Italian deli before we embark upon the stores.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims as she leans closer to the pastry case. “You know I can’t turn down a cannoli.”
“Have two.”
She groans. “I could never. It would go straight to my hips.”
“You’re a rail, girl. Have a cannoli.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
“I keep telling you that.”
She hugs me and pecks my cheek. “I love you anyway.”
“You too, babe. Now get your cannoli.”
We order a few pastries and a sandwich each then find an empty table near the window to wait.
“Thank you,” she says as she sips her raspberry tea.
“For what?”
“Getting me out of the house. School is kicking my ass.”
“Well, don’t think about it today.”
“Get me drunk later and it’s a deal.”
“I can do that.”
The girl behind the counter calls our number and I jump up to go pick up the order. I’ve been coming here for years, and while I know this is a family-run business, I don’t recognize her. I guess my confusion registers on my face because she grins and points to the nametag on her apron.
“Lucia. I’m the youngest grandkid.” She leans closer. “This is my first day.”
I look around at the three-deep customers in front of the counter and chuckle. “On a Saturday? Talk about throwing you to the wolves.”
“Jumping into the deep end is the best way to learn to swim,” she calls as she scurries off to help the next customer.
Haven’t I been telling myself that same thing all morning? Yes, this thing with Cutter is unlike me. I don’t obsess, at least not about people. But something about him has managed to worm its way under my skin, and I know I won’t be satisfied until I own every part of him.
I can still taste his cum. I spent the last two nights wishing I had gotten him into my bed so I’d have his smell on my pillow. I painted the walls of my shower with cum three times yesterday, and I still get hard every time I think of his luscious cock.
“I’d forgotten how good the sandwiches are here,” Steph mumbles as she wipes a drop of oil from her chin.
I’m two heavenly bites into my own sandwich when my attention is captured by a scene outside the window.
A black Busa roars up to the curb, and speak of the devil, who should sweep his long muscular legs off it but my favorite sexual obsession.
Looking like a bad boy straight out of my filthiest fantasies–skin-tight jeans, black leather jacket and boots, dark hair tousled from his helmet, beard looking deliciously scruffy.
Fuck.
My mouth waters, and it’s not the sandwich. I just want to crawl out to him and lick him up one side and down the other.
I’ve got it bad.
He’s not alone. The woman with him pulls off her helmet to reveal a pretty brunette with a flushed smile. She looks vaguely familiar, but that could mean anything with me.
He stashes the helmets and they share a laugh as he guides her inside.
I feel a twinge of tightness in my chest as I realize I’ve never seen him laugh before.
Not like that. Not so bright and carefree.
Is it because of her? Is she a girlfriend he didn’t bother to mention?
Not that he would feel obligated to tell me.
Are they committed?
I watch them closely as they approach the counter. There’s no touching or exchanging of lingering looks between them, leading me to suspect I’m looking at a friend zone situation.
They make it to the front of the line and give their order then take their drinks and turn around to survey the room. I angle my head so I’m facing Steph, though I keep him in my peripheral vision. I’m not ready for him to see me and spook.
They find a table on the opposite side of the room then he takes his time doctoring his coffee while she talks.
Across from me I’m half listening to Steph babbling about something that happened in class while trying not to give away the fact that every cell in my body is suddenly vibrating with pure naked lust.
Cutter leans closer and says something to his companion then stands and looks around in the direction of the hallway to the restrooms. In that instant I make a decision.
“I’ll be right back,” I interrupt Steph as I jump up.
“Where are you going?”
“Call of nature.”
She shakes her head and grins. “Don’t be surprised if your sandwich is gone when you get back.”
I stick my tongue out at her. “Pig.”
I don’t hang around to hear her reply, threading my way through the tables toward the back. I step inside the restroom just as Cutter is ducking into the far stall. A quick glance under the other stalls as I pass tells me there’s no one else in the room. Not that it would stop me.
I close the distance between us and shove him inside then slam the door shut and latch it.
“What the fu–?” is all he gets out before I spin him around and crash my lips into his.
My head is in turmoil.
The taste of him.
The smell of him.
The feel of his lips against mine.
He tries to push me away, shaking his head to escape my determined mouth, but I snatch a handful of his hair and yank his face down to me while my other hand wanders down to cup his growing bulge. Don’t tell me he isn’t glad to see me.
He manages to lean back and sputter, “What the hell are you doing?”
I grin. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I cover his mouth with mine and dig my tongue past his lips, tangling with his. Fuck he tastes good. My cock is instantly hard.
I squeeze his erection then make short work of the process of opening his jeans and sliding my hand inside.
“Mmm,” I hum into his mouth. “Want me to suck your big cock, Cutter? Make you moan so pretty for me?”
I don’t give him a chance to reply, devouring his mouth again. What is it about this man? I’m absolutely primal for him.
His cock is already leaking, stiffening under my touch. I take a last pass of his mouth with my tongue then pull my lips away from him and sink to my knees.
I glance up at him; his eyes are wide, a look of panic on his face as he tries to push me away. “Aubie, stop.”
I flick my tongue out to lick his slit, circling his head and teasing it with my lips. A small whimper escapes him, so I double down, sucking him just inside my lips.
“Fuck, stop,” he gasps.
“Why?”
The question seems to throw him. “Someone could walk in.”
Not, ‘I don’t want you to do it.’
Not, ‘I hate you.’
Not, ‘my girlfriend is outside.’
Those reasons either don’t exist or they’re not important to him. Time to take all his options off the table. Giving his slit another languorous lick, I purr, “Then you’d better come quick and quiet, because we’re not leaving this stall until I blow your fucking head off.”
And to drive that point home, I swallow his cock in one go, ravenous for his taste. His hands close around my head, first pushing me away, then gradually his fingers dig into the roots of my hair and snatch me forward.
I nearly choke on his cock.
“Aubie!” he hisses, but it comes out more desperate than angry. “Don’t…fuck…stop.”
The last thing I’m going to do is stop. I suck him deep into my throat and bury my nose in his crotch, my head swimming with his musky scent. Goddamn he smells good. If they bottled that shit I’d bathe in it every day.
I run my tongue down his long vein, circling his head before paying special attention to his slit. The salty taste of his precum is gourmet fare. I could exist on it.
He moans, his breath coming in short husky gasps that echo in the empty room and vibrate against my skin like a silken kiss. The sound drives me wild, causing my own cock to stiffen painfully. I arch my back and inch forward, rubbing myself against his leg, hungry for the friction.
Fuck, I need to have him inside me.
Need to have him buried so deep in my ass I forget my own name.
Need to be owned by his thick, throbbing cock.
As if I can will the idea into his head, I bob my head up and down frantically, hollowing my cheeks and sucking so hard I see spots before my eyes. It’s one of my better efforts, if I do say so. I guess he brings out the animal in me.
“Ohmygodmmphfuck…”
I chuckle, the sound vibrating in my mouth. He trembles, his eyes closed, his skin pebbling. I can feel it; he’s right on the edge. Either I’m more effective than I thought or he denies himself release. The thought of this decadent hunk of maleness denying himself pleasure causes my cock to leak.
I need him to come for me.
His hands become more desperate, his breathing more frantic, his cock more rigid.
Come on, feed me.
I reach a hand up and squeeze his balls before running one finger around to his hole. If we had more time and I wasn’t on my knees in a filthy bathroom, there’s nothing that would keep me from eating his ass out.
He may pretend to be fighting this, but it doesn’t stop his hips from grinding against my mouth. I circle his hole then dip the tip of my finger in his ass. Just the tip.
That’s all it takes.
One touch and he ignites.
Don’t tell me you’re not gay, darling.
When he comes, it’s like an explosion. It’s a good thing we’re alone in here, because his groan is long and deep and too loud to be ignored. I wish I was recording it. Top grade spank material.
The load takes me by surprise, but I manage to swallow everything he gives me, milking him dry before lapping off his still-stiff cock.
Jesus the man is a machine. My mind stutters for a second, visions of marathon sex sessions dancing in my head.
I should get an award for my patience, because waiting for this man to come around has just become a herculean task.
When I’m sure every drop has been consumed, I slowly rise to my feet and meet his eyes, my lips quirking up in a satisfied smirk.
“Miss me, lover?”
I watch as the softness I saw a minute ago hardens. He looks down and busies himself pulling up his pants. Finally he lifts his head.
“If you don’t mind, I came in here for a reason.”
And just like that, No Fun Cutter is back. Doesn’t matter. No amount of douchebag control is going to erase the sound of his orgasmic groans.
“No problem.” I flick my tongue out and take my time running it over my lips. “I’ll be thinking about you.” I lean closer until our lips almost touch. “Got your taste in my mouth.”
Then before I do something stupid, I turn and open the door, slipping out of the stall.
To be continued, lover.
Steph looks up from her phone when I get back to our table. After Cutter ravaged my hair, I probably look like I either just woke up or just got fucked.
I wish.
“What the hell were you doing in there?”
“Sucking a cock.”
I’m nothing if not honest, something she should know by now. Funny how no one believes the truth. She studies my expression like she can read my mind, and who knows, maybe she can. She’s been party to enough of my shenanigans over the years.
Still, she shakes her head and goes back to her cannoli. “You know what, I’m not even going to ask.”
I smile to myself. “Best that you don’t.” Like I said, no one believes the truth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Cutter slinking back to his table, his eyes furtively scanning the room. When they land on me, I give him a discreet wink that causes his face to flush before turning back to my friend.
“So are we going shopping or not?” Steph asks.
“Let me finish my sandwich first.”
“Well,” she pretends to pout. “If you weren’t off sucking cock, maybe you’d be done already.”
“Touché.”
The sandwich that earlier was something not to be missed is suddenly the second best thing I’ve had in my mouth today.