Page 93 of Chasing After You
“Kid, you doing alright? Why don’t we take a seat?” Paul’s concerned voice filtered through my horny panic.
“Okay,” I chimed, maybe a little too high-pitched.
He led me towards a circle of mismatched chairs around an unlit firepit. I sucked in a deep breath and tentatively lowered myself onto a blue Adirondack. Sitting down was a different kind of torture. The toy, still humming away, was pushed deeper into me, my belly clenching at the feeling.
My dick throbbed in its bondage, wanting so badly to get fully hard. My thighs pressed together, my hands clenching the edge of the seat.
Where the fuck was my boyfriend?
The chairs around me began to fill, laughter and relaxed chatter surrounding me.
“I’ll go grab you a water. Be right back,” Paul said, walking away to find one of the many coolers strewn about the lot.
I shivered, the sound of nearby conversations fading away. My eyes slid shut, and it was like I was suddenly alone with my growing pleasure. My hole clenched around the plug, eagerly soaking up the vibrations.Oh god, I wanted to come.No, scratch that, I wanted Dorian’s cock to fuck my orgasm out of me.
Dorian’s fat, veiny—
“There you are.”
My eyelids fluttered open, my gaze hazy from unshed tears and smoldering need. I let out a breathy sigh of relief at the sight of my Dom and the smug smile etched across his face.
“You look a little flushed. Everything alright?” he said slyly.
I huffed, “Please,” my voice small and unsteady.
Dorian smirked, pulling the chair next to me even closer before sitting down, his legs bumping against mine. Leaning in, he whispered, “Do you need to come?”
I nodded quickly, casting what I hoped to be a pleading gaze at him.
“Hmmm.”
“W-what?” I mumbled.
“If you can come without getting hard, then be my guest.”
“Can’t you—”
“Nope, not until we get to the hotel room,” he said, looking thoroughly to be enjoying my suffering.
I bit back a whine that had crawled up my throat and shifted in my seat, breath quickening as the movement stirred the plug inside of me.
Dorian tutted at me, predatory intent in his eyes. “My poor angel. We have at least another six hours here.”
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I was going to go insane if I couldn’t come soon. It had been a little over three hours of Dorian turning the toy on and off, and brushing his hand over my ass every once in a while. I wasn’t sure when, but Dorian had started speaking for me, parading me around to the folks I’d met only a few hours earlier, as if he was enforcing his claim on me—again.
Pre-cum was steadily dripping from my cock, dampening the front of my underwear. I was about to ask to go to the bathroom, just to be able to get away from the masses, when Dorian pushed me against the wall of the warehouse and captured my chin in his grip.
I suddenly realized that we were alone. Dorian must have walked us around the back of the building without me even noticing.
With my chin still in his hold, he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. I parted my lips just barely, letting the digit slip into my mouth. I held his heated gaze as my tongue twisted around it, the taste of salt and smoke flooding my senses.
“I have a deal for you, angel,” he groaned softly. I hummed around his thumb in question. “I know you’re struggling. Some of the men are looking at you like they want to hold you down and fuck you, and I can’t have that. So, if you get down on your knees right here, right now, and let me fuck that tight throat of yours, then we’ll leave early and you can come your brains out at the hotel. Sound good?”
I whimpered, asking, “W-what if someone s-sees?” Although with Dorian’s thumb pressing down on my tongue, it probably sounded more like, “Wah ift sum won shees?”
“I doubt anyone will come back here for a while, but if they do, then they’ll just see what a good whore I have, won’t they?”
