12. Chanice
Chanice
It could be the fact that we are in public, or that I have never had someone else use a vibrator on me before, but the sensation sweeping through my body is entirely new.
The thrumming vibration of the toy against my clit sends spikes of pleasure up into my core.
I feel sensitive and hardened as the pressure pushes down on my most responsive nerves.
He uses one hand to keep it there, the other coming up to tip my head so he can kiss my neck. I try to hold back the moans that push up against my lips, but the pinch of the wall against my peaked nipples only adds to the growing cries.
“Tell me how good this feels,” he says right against my ear.
The words build in my mouth, like the orgasm building between my legs, but I can’t speak them. I know I need to be quiet, and if I open my mouth now, a wail will come through. Determined to get me to respond, he presses a button, making the vibrations faster.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“It, it, feels amazing,” is all I can manage to rasp in my attempt at a whisper.
“Turn around.”
I do as he says and see his pupils are dilated with lust. He gives me only seconds of reprieve before the sensation is back between my legs, bringing me so close. My knees begin to shake from the task of holding me up. Like he can sense it, he wraps an arm around me, keeping me in place.
This man is talented in the art of foreplay. We haven’t even gotten to the sex yet, and this is the second time he will bring me to peak gratification. I grind against the toy, wanting to help him do it.
He slowly nips on my throat, and I know, like last time, it’s going to leave a mark.
Despite the fact that he isn’t mine, the idea of him marking me elicits a moan.
I have never been in a relationship long enough to know if I’m possessive, but in this moment and sometimes outside of it, I don’t want to think of him being with anyone else.
My mind is too overwhelmed with satisfaction to really think about that, though.
I let it go, focusing back on what is happening.
When he is done leaving love bites, he lowers his lips and sucks on my nipples through the fabric. His hot mouth versus the air-conditioned breeze makes them stand even more at attention. It’s the last thing I need to push me right to the brink.
Sensing that I am about to come, he looks at me and removes the toy from my clit.
Holding me at the edge for a moment, he stops everything until I calm down a little.
When my breathing evens out, he continues, pressing it to my entrance.
The thrumming pressure of it vibrating while being slid in has my whole pussy tingling.
Pushing inch by inch, until the pulsing head hits my spot, he starts kissing my neck again.
“Alex,” I rasp when he begins to move it in earnest. I was already so close before, but now I feel completely out of control as he fucks me with it. Even though it’s only inside of me, the tremors shake my whole body.
“I’m so close.” I want to close my eyes, but I want to see him. Like he promised, he’s going to watch me finish.
“That’s it. Come for me.” He starts fucking me even faster with the toy.
The coaxing is the final push I need to free-fall through the rushing tornado of my climax.
I am desperately trying to suck in air, as I close my eyes to brace for the come down.
I can’t hold it in anymore, and the howl that breaks free is only muffled by his lips.
At this point, it doesn’t matter if she hears us.
I want the world to know how much he gets me off.
Only when I quiet down does he pull it free and turn it off. Still unable to fully stand on my own, I am grateful that he doesn’t let me go right away.
“That was beautiful,” he says.
I open my eyes to see he is grinning. Pride shines in his when he sees that I can’t catch my breath. I used to understand how women can go so long without a man when they have one of these. But now, every time I use it from this moment on, I will be thinking of him.
After one last kiss, he steps back from me and lowers my dress. I still feel a little uneasy, but I press back into the wall to keep myself upright.
“I’ll wait for you out there while you get dressed.” He then walks out, still holding the vibrator. It takes me a few minutes to gather my wits before I am able to change back into my clothes.
When I come out, he is smirking at my disheveled look. “You okay?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer.
“Mhm.” Heat paints across my cheeks at the reality of what we just did.
In a very public place, where many people come every day, we did something sexual. I don’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud. It’s clear which way he is leaning when he reaches for my hand, that same cocky grin on his face.
The woman is standing near the checkout.
I avoid looking at her while we place the things on the table.
Alexander hands her the empty packaging for the toy, and I feel like I’m going to die right on the spot.
I watch her hands as she rings it in, none the fazed by the fact that we clearly had used it here.
“That will be ￡2528.35 for the items, and then ￡2000 for the private viewing.” The woman says it like it’s a very reasonable price.
My head shoots up just in time to see him handing over a platinum card.
I want to protest, but before I can, it’s already paid for.
He takes out more money from his pocket and slides it across the table to her as an added tip.
We walk out with black satin bags, all holding the goodies he just purchased for me. So overcome with the experience, I forgot the fact that I have nowhere to keep these at home. I will have to figure that out later, for now, I need to make one thing clear.
“Thank you. I can’t express enough how grateful I am not only for the clothes, but for what you just did in there.”
He waves me off, and I force his hand into mine so that he can really look at me. I am so overrun with emotions from the last two hours that I can’t help the honesty that pours out of me.
“No one has ever put so much energy into focusing on my happiness like this before. You could have easily been zero fucks about our whole arrangement, but instead, you are treating this like it matters. I have never—” I can’t look at him when I say the next part, so I stare down at the ground. “I have never felt so taken care of.”
Even though it is true, I feel pathetic.
Not only is a random fuck buddy treating me better than most people in my life have, but he now knows it, too.
I go to pull my hand away, but he holds on to it tight.
He doesn’t force me to look at him, and he doesn’t make a big show of acknowledging what I said.
He just presses a kiss to my temple and leads me to the car.
We are seated at a table with cheesy tacos, dipping sauce, and beers.
Over the course of the first few bites, I am so enthralled that I can’t speak.
I hate to admit it, but these have to be the best tacos I’ve ever had.
Even better than the ones from our first date.
He watches me like he is waiting for me to concede, but I refuse.
Instead, I focus on the one thing I have been wondering about since we met.
“So,” I say, licking my lips, “what’s it like to be rich?”
He takes a sip of his pale ale and thinks on it, holding it in his hand. I was surprised when he ordered it. Assuming he would either get a fancy tequila or one of their overpriced cocktails. But he got one right alongside me.
“What do you want to know?” He finally puts the drink down and takes a bite of his last taco.
“Well, it must be everything, right?” If I had a hundred pounds for every time my lack of money is an issue, then it would no longer be a problem.
“In most ways it is, but in others it’s not at all.” He lifts his shoulder and drops it. “I mean, I am not going to complain because I have it better than ninety-nine percent of the world. With that said, there is a lot of obligation and strings that come along with the money.”
Is it the people in his life who control those strings, or is he referring to public opinion? I mean, I’m among the people who are all for eating the rich. So it’s easy to see in this turning tide, when it comes to capitalism, that more people are watching him and waiting for him to fall.
“Yeah, I guess no one really cares what I do,” I say, even though I know it’s not true. I have three little people wholly invested in all my decisions. Outside of that, as long as I pay my bills and do my taxes, there is no one to tell me what I need to do.
“Well, what’s it like for you?” he asks, before putting in another round of drinks. He also orders us churros, and I don’t protest at more free food.
“You don’t want to know.”
He rubs his jaw with this adorable, curious look on his face. “Yes, I do.”
“All I have are problems, and one thing would solve most of them. I feel like if I list them out, though, you will offer up what you think I need.”
His beautiful lips pull apart as he gives me a breathtaking smile. All the charm he is accustomed to wielding is pointed in my direction.
“Why don’t you want me to?” The fact that he would is unnerving, facing me with a choice I never thought I would have to make.
“You said it yourself, money has strings attached to it, and I don’t want to be your puppet.” The rich white guy saving the poor Black girl is too close to those sad African kid commercials meant to make you give money to a white savior foundation.
“You wouldn’t owe me anything.”