Chapter 14 #2
By the time I have her tucked up in bed she can barely keep her eyes open, and not even the all-powerful Bluey is captivating enough to keep her awake for an entire story. Considering it’s already close to forty-five minutes past her usual bedtime I’m taking this as a win.
I leave Izzy sleeping and head out to the living room, making a beeline for the sofa. Sinking onto it, I stretch my whole body out and get as comfortable as possible. Then I tug my phone from my pocket and send a text.
Me
Are you at home?
Damon Forrester
No. I’m at a pizza place with Blake and some friends
My lips spread into a broad grin as a string of dirty possibilities runs through my head.
Me
Perfect
I know how much you love being that dirty creep hiding a giant boner under the table when you’re at public eateries with your friends and family
Almost as much as you love getting off in public bathrooms…
Damon Forrester
Fucking hell. You can’t be serious. You’re going to do this NOW? I’m crammed into a booth with four other guys
I let out a soft snort of laughter as I imagine him squirming around in an attempt to hide his arousal.
Me
You can use your safe word
Or you could just ignore my texts
Damon Forrester
I won’t be choosing either of those options and you damn well know it
I laugh out loud at that, shaking my head wryly.
Me
Yeah I know. Because you’re a dirty slut and you just can’t help yourself
I take a moment to consider the situation before deciding on the best way to proceed.
Me
Do you have earphones on you?
Damon Forrester
Yeah…
Me
Good. Set a timer for ten minutes. When it goes off FaceTime me from the bathroom
If you can last that long, that is
I spend the next ten minutes taunting him with the filthiest shit I can think of, making sure to tailor it to his current situation. I can’t see his surroundings, obviously, but I’ve been to my fair share of pizza parlors so it’s not hard to get creative.
I taunt him about wanting to add his own special sauce to the pizza, about wanting to unzip and jerk off while he’s sitting right there in the booth, about wanting to be spread out naked on the table, about wanting to be covered in barbecue sauce and ketchup…
As the ten-minute deadline approaches I decide to move from the couch and relocate to my bedroom. Izzy’s dead to the world but I still don’t want to take the chance of her wandering into the living room and overhearing something she shouldn’t.
My phone buzzes with a FaceTime call just as I’m getting settled on my bed. I answer to find a flushed and agitated-looking Damon glowering at me. “You’re the fucking devil,” he grumbles.
I grin at him. “Maybe. But you’re the creep who’s about to get off in the bathroom of a pizza restaurant. I hope it’s not one of those family places…”
“It’s more of a sports bar,” he murmurs. Then his eyes fall closed and he lets out a familiar tell-tale gasp.
“Did I say you could touch your cock?” I demand.
His mouth falls open in obvious surprise. “What? How the fuck do you do that?”
“Zip up and sit down,” I say sternly, ignoring his question. “Just because I’m not there with you doesn’t mean anything’s changed.”
I hear him muttering under his breath as he seats himself on the toilet. “Now what?”
“Now we’re going to play a little game,” I tell him. “You’re going to rub your dick and I’m going to watch. And provide commentary.”
Damon’s brow furrows. “That’s it? Not that I’m complaining but how is that a game?”
I smirk at him. “Because there’s a catch—you’re not allowed to make any noise. The moment you start moaning like a porn star everything stops.”
He stares at me, wide eyed. “You want complete silence?”
“It’s really for your sake—you are in a public restroom, after all,” I remind him. “But while I think you should aim for silence I’m only going to call a stop for moaning. And to give you a fighting chance of success you can have three strikes. Are you wearing a belt?”
“Yeah…”
“You might want to take it off and bite on it. I have absolutely zero faith that you’ll be able to keep your mouth shut otherwise.”
He narrows his eyes in irritation but nevertheless removes his belt and lifts the leather to his mouth. “Do you want me to get it out,” he asks, gesturing to his crotch.
“That’s really your call,” I say with a shrug.
Unsurprisingly, he makes no move to unzip. He takes a few moments to settle back against the wall with his legs sprawled wide before shoving the belt between his teeth and lowering his hand to his crotch, grinding it over his raging erection.
I let out a soft laugh. “Well, you’re nothing if not predictable, dirty boy. Such a fucking cumslut. I’m actually impressed you managed to wait—it must have been pretty tempting to reach down under the table and give that massive hard-on a rub...”
My ears fill with the sound of a familiar wild moan. It’s muffled by the belt, but just barely.
“Stop.” The word comes out as a sharp command that prompts Damon to jolt in surprise, snatching his hand away from his dick as though he’s a teen whose mom just caught him jerking off.
“Strike one,” I say with a smirk.
Damon lets out a soft curse, lifting a hand to run over his flaming face.
“Let’s try again, shall we?” I suggest brightly. “Maybe this time you could actually put some fucking effort in.”
“You’re not exactly helping,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, that’s sort of the point. It’s part of the whole sadism thing,” I quip. “Now, why don’t you bite down on that belt and start rubbing your dick again. Let’s see if you can manage to get those jeans messy before the entire restaurant finds out there’s a dirty whore in the bathroom.”
Damon lets out a soft moan, prompting me to sputter in incredulity. “Are you fucking kidding me? Stop.”
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to.”
“Doesn’t matter—that’s strike two,” I inform him. “Jesus, dirty boy. You’re on fucking thin ice here.”
“I’ve still got another shot. I’m going to do it this time,” he insists, the competitive instincts of a career athlete clearly rearing their head.
My lips twitch as I see him rolling his neck and shoulders as though trying to pump himself up.
“Do you need me to play a motivational theme song?” I ask dryly. ““Eye of the Tiger,” maybe? Or “Y’all Ready For This?””
“I’m good, thanks,” Damon says with an eye roll.
He makes himself comfortable again and returns the belt to his mouth. This time I decide to lay off on the commentary for a bit and let him get into it. I’m curious to see how easily he’s able to restrain himself when I’m not involved.
It’s fucking fascinating. I can tell by the flush in his cheeks and the desirous gleam in his eyes that he wants to vocalize but he doesn’t seem to be having too much trouble restraining himself. It’s not the desperate compulsion he seemed to be experiencing earlier…
A slow grin spreads across my face. “I know you want to. You want to put on a show for me. It’s not the same without a soundtrack, is it?
” I let out a soft breath of laughter as his cheeks flush darker.
“Don’t worry, I’m finding this incredibly entertaining.
And I could listen to you panting like a bitch in heat for hours… ”
“Fuck,” he gasps out.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” I suggest, observing his ragged breathing, soft curses, and the way his hand is moving with more insistence.
“Another minute and you’ll have a big, sloppy mess in your jeans.
And the best part, of course—you get to go back to your friends and spend the rest of the night sitting around in your gross, cummy jeans with none of them any the wiser about what a creep you are. ”
Damon lets out a soft moan, prompting a surge of immense satisfaction to rush through me. “Stop.”
“No, no,” Damon whines, his frustration and desperation obvious.
Noticing the way his hand is still moving, I arrange my features into a hard expression. “Dirty boy, move your hand away from your dick now—or there will be consequences.”
He drops his hand, letting his head fall back against the wall with an expression of pure agony. “Fuck…no.”
“Dude, are you okay?” I hear someone ask from what must be the main area of the bathroom.
Damon winces, his face flushing bright red. “Yeah, all good. Nothing to worry about.”
The guy must have been asking out of courtesy rather than actual concern because he doesn’t press any further. The interruption has obviously served to remind Damon that he’s in a public bathroom, however, because he opts to communicate via text even though the call is still connected.
Damon Forrester
I hate you so much right now, you sadistic bastard
I let out a soft laugh. “You knew the rules. It’s hardly my fault you have no control over your whorish tendencies.
I really thought a public bathroom would be a pretty good incentive to rein it in but evidently not.
” I offer a wry smirk. “I mean, it’s almost like you wanted everyone out there to know what a filthy whore you are. ”
Damon curses under his breath and brings up a hand to run over his face.
Damon Forrester
I need to come
“Sorry, dirty boy, that ship’s sailed,” I say with a shrug.
The mix of horror and desperation in his expression is almost comical.
Damon Forrester
No! Please you can’t leave me like this! I’m going to die!
I roll my eyes. “You’re not going to die.” And I have no intention of leaving him in this state, even if orgasm isn’t an option. I take a moment to think before deciding on a distraction that I hope will work the way I want it to. “You’re a fitness guy, right? Have you ever done a marathon?”
Damon eyes me with obvious puzzlement before nodding.
“Cool. Tell me about it. I want to know everything.”
Damon Forrester
Which one? I’ve done about ten. And a few triathlons. And an Iron Man
My eyes widen at the information and I make no effort to hide how impressed I am. “The Iron Man. Definitely the Iron Man,” I tell him.
Damon Forrester
Why do you want to know about this? Now?
“Because I like to live vicariously,” I say wryly. And because recalling first-hand experiences of one of the most grueling endurance events in the world is a sure-fire way to dampen anyone’s arousal.