Rush Hour

callmeithaca:

As the group of friends said their goodbyes after a nice dinner and catch-up session, he internally breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t done it. She’d been teasing him about it since they left their apartment two and a half hours earlier, since she’d watched him prep himself with his fingers and slid in the pretty vibrating plug that now sat blessedly still. He felt pleasantly filled and definitely turned on, but it was manageable.

Even still, he felt a twinge of disappointment. And then, like clockwork, the way she always did – she surprised him right on cue.

Sudden movement made him noticeably startle as he held the door open for her.

“Thanks, sweetness,” she said blithely, not even looking up. Her smirk was lit up by the glow of her phone screen. Walking just behind her out the door, he saw the telltale app screen before she put her phone back in her coat pocket.

“I’ll drive,” she said over her shoulder, and he knew then he was fucked.

At the next stoplight, she pulled out her phone again and, making direct eye contact, dialed up the intensity another notch. He made a noise that could only be termed a whimper and spread out his legs beneath the dash reflexively.

“Did you think I forgot about your little toy? I’ve been planning this since I patted your ass after putting the vibe in you.”

“You’re the worst,” he said, breath a little uneven. “I was sitting there the whole night anticipating it, and I thought for sure you’d turn it on in front of god and everyone -”

“You thought I’d share your pleasure with anyone else? You know me better than that. I want a private show.” The light turned green, and she rested her right hand on his thigh and squeezed possessively, nonchalantly running up and brushing her hand over his rapidly-hardening cock.

“That does sound like you,” he breathed out.

“Damn right. I am going to make you walk to the apartment in quite a state, though.” She changed lanes. “You think you’ll be dripping by that point?”

“Oh god,” he moaned, and bucked his hips a little. The vibrations were too sweet, but not quite enough. He needed more… he felt too big for his body. He wanted her hands all over him, her clever, mean hands.

As if she heard his thought, she laughed quietly. “It’s going to be a fun night, don’t you think? Seeing everyone was great. We ought to get together more often.” She slowed for the next stoplight.

“Mmhmm,” he said, actively keeping his hands at his sides. Would she take her phone out again…?

“We should definitely,” and the phone appeared, “do this more often.” Lock screen unlocked. Finger on the dial.

“Definitely.” He looked to his right, disappointed to see a car right beside them. Couldn’t very well start obviously touching himself with a soccer mom right there.

And that’s when it started vibrating harder.

He swiveled his head and managed to give her a Pointed Look for half a second before the sensation really hit him. “Hnnnff. Please, pleasepleaseplease touch me. Ugh, I’m dying,” he complained.

She patted him on the cheek. “I know, my sweet boy. Just can’t stay mad when I’m directly responsible for making you feel that good, can you?”

“You are so meeeeean,” he whined, hips circling in his seat. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back to the headrest, feeling his dick throb against his thigh. So full and so strong and so good he couldn’t stand it.

“Maybe I’m mean, but you like me that way.” She giggled as the light turned green.

“I love you,” he said, turning his head to look at her. She smiled softly, not taking her eyes off the road (cautious and methodical even when she was torturing him, he thought tenderly).

“Love you too.”

By the time they got back to the apartment complex, he had a noticeable damp spot on his pants. Before they got out of the car, she gave his cock another light touch (he was embarrassingly, humiliatingly eager, arching up into her hand).

It was when she turned the engine off that he realized you could hear the vibrator buzzing.

Almost immediately after that came a significantly more distressing realization: their neighbor was out walking her dog.

“Oh, come on. She won’t be able to hear.”

“I think she might notice,” he hissed, still squirming into the pleasure, “seeing as how I look ready to come on the spot.“

“Like I’d let you come before I was ready,” she said, mock-offended. She opened her door and pointedly stood in front of the parking spot.

He joined her reluctantly, walking slightly off-kilter, hands in his pockets to try to adjust himself.

Thankfully, the neighbor didn’t seem to notice anything amiss as they walked past her to their door.

If she or the dog heard the sharp gasp as his beautiful, horrible girlfriend turned up the dial again once she’d walked through the door… at least they didn’t care.

“Fuck,” he said weakly, sliding down against the front door.

“Not there we aren’t. Come on.”

She helped him take off his clothes in the bedroom, which meant he took off his clothes and she ran her hands up and down his chest, slowly moving lower and lower.

“How bad do you want me right now?”

“I think,” he said, “given the way my erection is just about to hit you in the face, you already know the answer.“

"My my. Someone’s awfully cocky. You’d think you weren’t begging me to touch you on the way home.” She pushed him down on the bed and pulled her panties off quickly, smiling at him.

“You look really cute right now,” she whispered. He barely heard her over the buzz of the vibrator and the rushing in his ears. And then thought left him entirely when she straddled him, leaning down to kiss him.

“’M close,” he warned.

“I know,” she said, wiggling her hips and visibly enjoying the loud groan and bucking she got in response.

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That’s as far as I got and, for now, a neat little cliffhanger. Good luck ever getting me to finish something I start! 

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