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No surprise the ring started vibrating, with another pattern this time. It felt like a fingertip running from my nuts to my ass, and made my cock nod awake in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t keep my spare hand from sneaking under the table to press on my bulging crotch.“Digging it?” he asked in my ears.I set my jaw, staring straight ahead. “Yessir,” I grunted, as my cock hardened at a slow but steady pace.“Try this.”A heartbeat later, I felt a wet trace spread over the ribbed inner side of the vibrating pad. So now, the pattern felt like a lubbed finger rubbing my skin. I recalled the little bead inside the pad and closed my eyes, because I could tell how that was going to feel. Being in the garden and wearing jeans were the last things I wanted, but there I was, with my cock hardening to the side at the speed of light, like trying to show out my pocket.“Oh, fuck!” I mumbled when I felt the first ripples, that seemed to ignite the hot wire running inside all the way to the tip of
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I turned to look out, trying to keep my eyes open, staring blankly at the cars and buildings flashing by while the ripples from the oil in the pad grew stronger, reaching further and deeper inside me. Pretending none of it was happening added to the moment.I don’t know how he knew how close I was, but he sure did, and killed the vibrations right in time. I didn’t move. I only closed my eyes with a shaky sigh, my cock like a throbbing log in my jeans. It was hard to keep my hands away while my whole body waited for the ring to come back to life and fill my groin, my guts, my chest, my head with those rippling waves of ecstasy.A glance across the aisle showed the guy by the other window was snoozing. The moment I saw him, my hand on my window’s side sneaked under my bag. Grabbing my pounding, crammed cock didn’t offer any relief or satisfaction, but I pressed and even stroked it anyway.I was still about ten minutes away from home. Hopefully, that’d be enough to bring my boner down to
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The ring stopped, but I was already too hard for it to make any difference. I had no choice. I kept my bag covering my crotch and pressed on to the elevators, nodding hi at the guy that replaced Pablo after six.I walked past the elevators, straight to the stairs, and started down toward the underground parking. The wicked ring started over as I reached the landing. My fist clutched at the handrail, because the second flight of stairs blurred for a moment. So I took a few more steps and sat down back to the wall, halfway between the landing and the parking door. Don’t ask me why I still pressed my bag to my crotch. I don’t know. Thinking straight would be out of the picture until further notice. I could only gasp for air, quivering from head to toes, adrift in that burning swell of simultaneous need and pleasure that muddled my head.How come it felt so damned intense without directly involving my cock? Like it was time for empirical pondering. I dialed Big Ellie while my other hand s
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I snorted again and resumed chopping my greens, shaking my head. My blushing cheeks gave me away, but not like I could tell her who I’d met.“Now you think I’m cheating on you!” I grunted annoyed.“Are you?”“Jesus Christ! What the fuck’s wrong with you? You saw my paycheck yourself, with every fucking extra hour right there! When would I even find the time to cheat on you, even if I wanted to?”“I knew it. It’s someone at work.”I almost chopped one of my fingers off. So I snorted some more and kept playing angry. She wouldn’t let go, though.“She gave you that fancy underwear with your initials, right? She’s the reason why we’re hardly having sex anymore.”I smashed the big knife on the chopping block, so hard it stuck to it, and turned to her.“Fuck you, Steph!” I snarled, because that was the only thing I could say, other than correct the gender of the person coming between us.“What am I to think, if you hardly talk to me anymore?”I should’ve thanked her for taking the conversat
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She took longer than I expected. In the morning, I’d see it was because she’d lingered putting the greens back in the fridge and cleaning after me. She finally came and got in bed behind me. A moment later, her arm rested around my waist and her breasts brushed my back. I set my jaw, feeling her hand caress my abs and slide down. Of course. Since crying hadn’t work, she was trying her other usual out when she screwed up. So far, make up sex had always worked out, sparing her from voicing an actual apology.Her hand moved past my navel as I still tried to make up my mind about whether I was willing to let her get away with it yet again.The beads.The words popped up in my head at the same time that her hand reached my cock.Oh, yeah, the beads. They were still in their small box at the bottom of my bag.However, I couldn’t just go grab them and come back to bed to fuck Steph. Meaning I could, but it’d be such a waste of oil. And I wanted to use them in my own terms.The combination of
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That, time to get some. I climbed to the bed and kneeled astride her chest, a chill of pure anticipation running down my spine. I picked a fat bead to squeeze on my cock’s head. My mild boner hardened as I buttered my shaft all the way down to my nuts.Rubbing it’s underside against her breasts made us both gasp. I did it until I felt the first ripples. Then, I moved my hips forward and guided Steph’s head up. She tried to turn her face when the tip of my cock touched her lips, but I wouldn’t let her. Since I never insisted if she didn’t want to do something, the fact that I persisted surely told her this time I wasn’t taking no for an answer.My eyes fluttered closed as my cock brushed into her mouth and against her tongue, setting my crotch on fire as she sucked the tip covered in oil. Hell yeah. There was no comparing her reluctant performance with Big Ellie’s masterful blowjobs, that overloaded my brain to total shut down, but it’d have to do.I didn’t let Steph stop until my cock
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The only thing that kept me from coming with her was what I had in mind. She was still shaking out of breath when I pulled out and from under her, making her stay on her knees while I reached out for another fat bead. Somehow I remembered to wipe my cock dry. We had to change the bed sheets anyway. I kneeled behind Steph right when she tried to move. To keep her in place, I parked my pounding cock on top of her buttocks and squeezed the bead on it like that, letting some drops trickle down on her. I sat on my heels, putting my hands to work, one of them stroking my cock to spread the oil, the other rubbing those few drops on her butthole.“Oh, fuck!” she cried, raising her head like she needed more air.I wasn’t surprised to see her arch her back and push her ass against my fingers. They brushed her skin apart to reach her flesh. The way she rocked her hips granted me deeper access. I should’ve taken notice of the effect it had on her, but I had no room for deductions in my head. The
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We woke up about ten, to her phone full of texts and missed calls from her friend Zoey. We were both starving and exhausted, our heads still clouded in a hangovered way, and even if we didn’t say it, eager to try the oil again.“I can’t log in like this,” she said, dragging her feet after me to the kitchen. “I’m calling in sick.”I glanced at her. The way she raised her eyebrows was a whole speech. That was the first time we both called in sick since I’d joined her in the West Coast. I couldn’t say anything along the line of feeling under the weather, because they would make me quarantine at home for days, and they’d only admit me back into the Square after three negative tests in a week. I didn’t want to be stuck at home around the clock for so long, so I said I’d tripped on the stairs and twisted my ankle bad. One of the Square nurses told me to rest for the day and apply ice and anti-inflammatory cream, and that was it.While we wolfed down brunch, Steph obviously asked about the o
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