I could feel my cock throbbing hard against the tight fabric of my jeans, the outline of my erection painfully obvious as it strained for release. I quickly moved my hands to cover it, desperate to hide the bulge from any prying eyes in the grocery store aisle.
Elara, the teasing devil, had been flicking on the remote-controlled toy every few seconds, sending sharp waves of pleasure through , pushing closer and closer to the edge.
"I think two percent milk is best—ngh, fuck, Elara, please, stop..." I whimpered, my voice breaking as I pressed my trembling hands against the cold glass of the fridge door, the chill doing little to calm the heat raging through my body. My fingers splayed out on the glass, knuckles whitening as I fought to keep control.
"It's okay, Noah... it's okay..." Elara's voice was soft, almost mockingly sweet, as she stepped closer. Her hand slid up my back, rubbing slow, deliberate circles between my shoulder blades.
The touch was ant to soothe, but it only made more aware of her presence, of the fact that she was the one holding the remote, the one torturing with every insidious buzz of the vibrator nestled on my cock and balls.
I pressed my forehead harder against the cool glass, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, fogging up the surface as I struggled to steady myself.
"Elara, I'm gonna lose it right here if you don't stop," I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice low and strained, barely holding back the desperate moan threatening to spill out.
My hips twitched involuntarily as another pulse hit , and I clenched my jaw, squeezing my eyes shut. The cold glass against my skin was the only thing grounding , but even that was starting to feel like it wouldn't be enough.
"Shh, just breathe, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear as her hand slid lower, resting just above the waistband of my jeans. Her tone was teasing, almost cruel in its faux concern, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "You can handle a little more, can't you?"
I groaned softly, my body trembling as I fought the urge to grind against sothing—anything—for relief. "You're fucking evil," I hissed, but there was no real venom in my words, just raw, aching need.
My fingers curled against the glass, nails scraping lightly as another jolt from the toy ripped through , making my knees buckle for a split second before I caught myself.
"Pick your milk, Noah," she said, her voice dipping into a low, playful taunt. "Or are you too distracted to decide?" Her fingers pressed a little firr into my back, a silent reminder of who was in control, as the vibrator humd again, stealing what little composure I had left.
I collapsed against the shopping cart, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ahhhh~ never... again..." I managed to choke out as she flipped the switch off, the relentless buzzing against my groin finally stopping.
My boxers were a ss, soaked through with precum, sticking uncomfortably to my skin. Holy shit, I couldn't handle another round of this. After that torture, I swore I wasn't letting her anywhere near for the rest of the day.
"I'm not letting you fuck ... if you pull that shit again..." I panted, wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.
She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, the little remote still dangling from her fingers. "Aww, co on, that's not fair, Noah. Fine..." she sighed, rolling her eyes like I was the one being dramatic.
I took a deep breath, trying to pull myself together, and grabbed the cheapest jug of milk off the shelf and placed it in our shopping cart. I don't know why, but the budget stuff always tasted better to . Maybe I'm just wired weird.
We shuffled over to the goodies aisle—my personal heaven. By "goodies," I an the kind of junk food I'm obsessed with.
My legs moved on autopilot, dragging straight to the cookies. Sure, I loved baking my own, the sll of fresh dough and lting chocolate filling my kitchen, but there's sothing about store-bought ones that hits different. The crisp, overly sweet, artificial perfection of them just gets every ti. I was reaching for a pack of double-stuffed chocolate sandwiches when her voice cut through my sugar-fueled daze.
"It'd be kinda funny if I turned it on right now~" she teased, her tone dripping with mischief as she dangled the remote in front of , twirling it between her fingers like a toy.
My eyes shot to hers, wide and pleading, my heart rate spiking instantly. "Please, don't," I begged, my voice low and desperate.
The last thing I needed was to lose it right here in the middle of the goddamn snack aisle. I could already feel the heat creeping up my neck at the thought, my hands gripping the cookie package a little too tight. "I can't... not here. I'd die."
She smirked, stepping closer, her hip brushing against mine as she leaned in to whisper, "Relax, Noah. I'm just ssing with you. Or am I?" Her laugh was soft but wicked, and I couldn't tell if she was bluffing or not. My body tensed, hyper-aware of every move she made, every twitch of her fingers near that damn remote.
Then the sudden, rciless buzz hit like a freight train, the vibration ripping through my already strained body.
My throbbing erection spasd uncontrollably, and before I could even process it, I was shooting a load right into my pants, standing there in front of the damn cookie aisle.
My knees buckled, a soft, involuntary moan escaping my lips as I gripped the shelf for support, my knuckles white. The wet warmth spread through my boxers, soaking into my jeans, and I could feel the sticky ss clinging to with every shuddering breath.
"H-Holy shit, Noah..." Elara's voice broke through the haze, her tone a mix of shock and amazent.
I glanced at her through half-lidded eyes, my face flushed and contorted in what I could only imagine was a full-blown ahegao expression—mouth slack, eyes rolling back, utterly wrecked. She stood there, remote still in hand, her lips parted as she stared at , a flush creeping up her own cheeks.
"Elara... what the fuck..." I gasped, my voice shaky and raw, barely above a whisper. My legs were trembling, threatening to give out completely as I tried to straighten up, the pack of cookies still crumpled in my grip.
The aisle was rcifully empty, but the fear of soone rounding the corner at any second made my heart pound even harder.
"Did you just... right here?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes darting between my face and the obvious damp spot spreading on my jeans. There was a glint of sothing in her gaze—part amusent, part hunger—as she reached out to touch my arm, her fingers brushing against my skin.
"Yeah, thanks to you," I muttered, my breath still uneven as I tried to pull myself together. The aftershocks of the orgasm were still pulsing through , making my hips twitch involuntarily. "I told you not to... fuck, I can't believe this."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin but failing miserably. "I didn't think you'd actually... damn, that was hot. You okay, though? Need a second?"
"I need new pants, that's what I need," I groaned, shifting uncomfortably as the ss started to feel even more gross against my skin. "Turn that damn thing off for good, Elara. I'm serious. I can't handle another round."
"Fine, fine," she said, finally clicking the remote off and slipping it into her pocket with a smirk. "But you can't deny that face you made was... unforgettable. Should've snapped a pic."
"Don't even think about it," I shot back, my voice low as I adjusted my stance, trying to hide the evidence of what just happened. "Let's just... grab the rest of what we need and get the hell out of here before soone sees."
With my heart still racing, we snatched the last of the groceries from the store and bolted out of there.
I kept my head down, praying no one caught a glimpse of the damp patch on my jeans. The adrenaline was a wild mix of sha and thrill, and I could barely process it as we hurried across the parking lot.
We tossed the groceries into the trunk of the car, the plastic bags rustling as they hit the floor. I slid into the passenger seat, letting out a heavy sigh, my mind a chaotic tangle of emotions.
What the hell just happened back there? My hands gripped the edge of the seat, still feeling the heat of the mont lingering on my skin.
"Noah, you're not mad at , are you?" Elara's voice broke through my thoughts. She turned to , her eyes wide with concern, a faint flush still on her cheeks. "I just... I wanted to have so fun, you know?"
I looked at her, those damn eyes of hers pulling in like they always did. How could I be pissed at her? A smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned across the center console, my hand brushing her cheek before pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.
Her lips were warm, still tasting faintly of the mint she'd ate earlier. "I couldn't be mad at you, not even if I tried," I murmured against her mouth, pulling back just enough to et her gaze. "And don't worry, I'm still letting you fuck senseless later. Okay?"
A relieved smile spread across her face, and she gave a quick nod. "Okay" she whispered, her voice carrying a playful edge that sent a jolt through .
She turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life with a low growl. Without another word, she floored it, the tires screeching as we peeled out of the parking lot, speeding toward ho with the promise of what was to co hanging heavy in the air between us.
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