XXXIV
Tori
T he Gemini-controlled vibe remains still as we take our seats at the table. Aside from me being there, Syn acts like normal, eating scrambled eggs on toast, drinking coffee, and pretending I don’t exist.
On the other side of him, Royal’s attention is fixed on his own plate. It’s been a while since he’s eaten here, but he’s always favored a large, cooked breakfast, his plate usually piled with sausage patties, biscuits, bacon, and eggs. Today, despite the number of times his knife and fork have moved across that plate, the pile of food is still barely changing.
Gemini’s drinking a coffee. Instead of food, he’s just got his phone in front of him, angled so I can’t quite see what’s on the screen.
Aside from when I first sat down and hurriedly mouthed to Penny that I was okay, while praying she decided today was the day she would just leave early, my gaze remained locked onto my plate. Every time I look up, I catch the eye of someone as they stare at me, and I have to force myself to focus on my food.
There has to be something wrong with me, because the longer I sit here, the more I want Gemini to turn it on. The very idea that someone could be watching, and not only work out what’s going on, but that I could come in front of them, should horrify me. And it does.
But it also excites me.
Strangely, I don’t sense maliciousness from Gemini. This is a game to him, and he’s getting off on it as much as me.
Syn’s acting like he doesn’t give a shit, but he’s read a physical copy of the paper every day from cover to end until now. He might have the paper in front of him, but he’s barely looked at it. He’s completely aware of everything going on, and I can almost feel his anticipation.
What’s getting him off is the thought of me coming in front of everyone and being able to revel in how much I’m going to hate myself. He’s probably hoping I’ll literally die of embarrassment.
If he only knew…
The idea of having an orgasm in front of all these people is embarrassing, sure, but the idea of doing so and no one knowing? That’s as much of a turn on as the knowledge that it will completely piss Syn off when this whole thing clearly backfires.
Forcing myself to act like I’m hiding nerves instead of excitement is harder than I thought. I pick at my food, cutting everything into small pieces before I put any of it in my mouth.
Every time Gemini’s thumb moves, I brace myself, so when the cock finally starts to pulse, my reaction is minimal.
My grip tightens around my cutlery, and I swallow the food in my mouth, but otherwise, I don’t think anyone but the three guys at my table can tell.
When Gemini turned it on at the serving area - my reaction wasn’t because I was about to orgasm. It was sheer surprise. The cock fills me, and the pulsing makes my pussy clench around it. As I zone out, enjoying the rhythm of the pulsing, I figure I’m going to end up frustrated as hell unless I can help myself along.
Maybe I won’t orgasm, but that’s probably going to piss Syn off just as much.
I lean forward to grab my glass of orange juice, and as I do, the hard nub rubs over my clit. My hand jerks out like it’s controlled by someone else, and I only just stop myself from knocking the glass over.
Standing, it’s not an issue. Sitting, it’s pressed against my clit, and I’ve been so focused on not reacting, that I’ve barely shifted an inch. Despite my best efforts, my body shudders at the pleasure as I sit back with my drink.
Now that I have a glass in my hand, I raise it to my lips to make it look like I’m taking a sip, but no liquid enters my mouth. Beside me, Gemini is sniggering as I lower the glass to the table.
“How’s the Oh-jay?” he asks.
Before he can answer, the little nub bursts into life, vibrating against my clit. As I somehow swallow my gasp, I grab the edge of the table, holding so tightly that my knuckles go white.
My lips are clamped together, but the breathes that leave my nose are short and broken. Moving even an inch only drags the vibrating nub over my clit further, making it worse… Worse in the sense that it’s making everything feel so much better. The best position to take the edge off is to lean forward, but that only makes the device touch my chair. When it does, the vibrations become loud enough that if the room was any quieter, or if people were closer, they’d hear it.
I shoot a glare at Gemini, only for him to grin, shrug, and point to the black screen of the phone in front of him on the table. Instantly, I turn to Syn, making the nub attack my clit.
He grins as I smack my hand against my mouth and fake a cough.
Fine. I can handle this.
Sucking in a deep breath, I lower my hands to my lap, clutching my thighs. The cock continues to pulse as the vibrations assault my clit. While I sit still, I start to relax instead of tensing up, giving me hope that maybe I can control this. We’re getting towards the end of the breakfast service, and general curiosity at my presence at Syn’s table means more people have stuck around than usual. But they’re all going to need to leave soon.
Sure enough, people start to get up and staff start moving around to clean up. I feel good. I feel in control. I feel ready to…
“Tori, is everything okay?” Penny’s standing at the end of the table, staring straight at me.
Taking care to only move my head, I nod. “Fine. You should go to class.”
I only have a couple of classes with Penny, but the first isn’t one of them.
Penny narrows her eyes, but she doesn’t move. “Well, I was going to ask you, if it was okay—”
Beside me, acting like Penny isn’t there, Syn picks up his phone. In the next moment, the vibration intensity seems to double.
“—Finals start next week, so would you like to study with me in the library tonight?”
“No,” I practically yell before I can stop myself.
“Oh, don’t worry, I think you’re free tonight,” Syn says, clearly. “Have some fun with your friend.”
I can feel it. The orgasm. It’s as close as Penny is.
And then, everything stops.
Syn’s response must have been weirder than my behavior, because Penny is staring at him and not me. I don’t want to move, or breathe, in case Syn sets the thing going again. And I need him to.
“I’ll message you,” I say, dragging Penny’s attention back to me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks, frowning.
She knows I’m going to say I’m fine regardless, and I can see she’s trying to decide if this is the moment that I need her to rescue me.
From the corner of my eye, I see Syn raise his phone again.
“Not used to all the attention from sitting up here.” I barely get the words out of my mouth before everything is bursting into life again. The smile I give her is hiding the fact that I’m biting the inside of my cheek, and if she truly hasn’t figured out what’s going on—and it really seems like she hasn’t—then she will if I open my mouth again.
Thankfully, Penny gives Syn one last suspicious look, then tells me she’ll catch me later. As she walks away, I slump back in my chair and close my eyes to let the orgasm free.
But everything goes dead again.
Syn stands, slipping his phone into his pocket. As he fastens the buttons back up on his blazer, he looks down at me. “We should go, or we’ll be late to Mass Comm.”
My body is tingling, my breathing is shallow, and I can feel beads of sweat gather in the small of my back. I was close. So fucking close, but nothing. My face feels like it’s on fire because rocking back and forth isn’t bringing me the release I need, but the desperation isn’t enough to beg Syn.
Smirking, he arches an eyebrow, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
Ignoring the way my pussy is clutching at the motionless cock, and how standing and walking has the now hot nub rubbing against my clit—enough to keep me close to orgasm, but not enough to make it happen—I follow Syn outside.
Royal falls into step beside me. “There’s nothing I can do, Tor. But Gemini said that even with that pack, the batteries won’t last a full day. It will probably be over by lunchtime.”
He actually seems regretful, but then he pulls back his jacket.
“I’m hard as fuck right now, and I’m going to struggle not to come all over myself.”
The ice-cold late November air does nothing to ease how hot I feel. Gemini’s device has me so turned on, that I have to mentally restrain myself from dragging Royal to the nearest bench to replace the artificial cock with his.
So it’s not until I walk into the classroom, everything happening on autopilot, that I realize this is the class I sit in as Payne’s T.A.