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Aiden

G etting out of the room was a mess. Joe had tried to convince me to go back into the bathroom and take the plug out, but there was a strange sense of pride attached to it now. I wanted it there. Trying to not pop a boner as we were escorted through the restaurant was near impossible while the silicone toy rubbed up against a bundle of nerves that had me seeing sparks.

Sitting didn’t seem to help matters, other than it kept things in one place—as long as I didn’t move around too much. At least Joe thought this whole thing was super funny. I’d been taken by surprise when he’d kissed me in the room.

After the waiter took our orders and walked away, Joe kicked my foot under the table. The action caused the rounded end of the plug to shift again, and I had to grip the side of the table to keep from embarrassing myself in front of everyone.

“Where the hell did you get the idea for this?” he asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It seemed like a fun idea. People do stuff like this, don’t they?”

Joe cocked an eyebrow and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “I do shit like that, but only on a dare. ”

He studied me as I tried not to shift around too much. Maybe it would have been a good idea to take it out before the meal.

“Okay, yeah. I’ve heard of some of the crazy things you’ve done.”

He chuckled. “That’s how I thought you knew about the piercings. That was a dare from your brother. Didn’t think I’d do it. Joke’s on him. Besides, I wanted to do it before he suggested it.”

I laughed, but it morphed into a groan. My eyes slammed closed because if the toy kept moving around, I was bound to make a mess in my pants. Right there. In the middle of the damn restaurant. Maybe it’d bring me some relief if not more humiliation.

“Do they—do they make you more sensitive or anything?” Why the hell was I asking? Questions like that wouldn’t help my current predicament.

That devious grin that spread across Joe’s face showed I was correct.

“Oh, I’ve always been sensitive, but now—now, I could probably come from nipple stimulation alone.”

I had to take another deep breath, closing my eyes to try to not picture him playing with those steel barbells until he orgasmed. My dick pulsed in my shorts and I was so fucked. This was probably one of the stupidest things I’d ever done. And Joe knew it. His mischievous grin only grew, knowing how much I was struggling.

“Maybe—maybe I should make a video of that one? What do you think, sweetheart? ”

A shudder raced down my spine. The toy shifted again, and I was done. Holding back my moan was near impossible, but I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the noise to the best of my ability. Warmth spread through the front of my underwear and my face incinerated.

“Sweetheart?”

“Please, just stop.” I held up my hand. If he kept calling me that, I would be right back to square one in a hurry. He’d never addressed me like that before today and I didn’t have a problem with it, but damn. It did something weird for me.

Plates of food landed on the table and I stared wide-eyed at it. I was going to have to sit through this entire meal with a mess in my pants and a damn butt plug in my ass.

I couldn’t get back to the room fast enough. Joe caught my arm, halting my dash to the bathroom, and pulled me close. Up close, I could smell the spices from his meal still clinging to his breath. It made my knees weak and my dick gave another involuntary twitch. Despite having come, I’d been half-hard for the rest of dinner and the embarrassment hadn’t helped.

“You in a rush?”

My face heated, debating on how I wanted to answer him. “Uh, I mean, I’d like to not be sticky.”

Joe hummed, but didn’t release me. He backed me into the bathroom and when his fingers hooked into the front of my shorts, my brain went haywire. Holy fuck, was he about to undress me ?

“Joe?”

My question was enough to snap him out of whatever spell he’d been under. Joe shook his head, released me, and backed away.

“Sorry. Get cleaned up. I’ll be waiting for you in the room.”

Electricity thrummed through my body. If he had wanted to take my clothes off, I wasn’t entirely sure I would have stopped him. But something had. Maybe he could tell I was inexperienced. Then again, I’d practically given all that away with that stupid game of Never Have I Ever at New Year’s. I might as well have ‘ ignorant virgin ’ stamped on my forehead.

It took me a moment to gather myself, catch my breath, and take my shorts and underwear off. The cotton of my briefs stuck to me, and I cringed as I pulled the material down. What a mess. The idea had been hot in my head. I’d seen all those videos online of couples who wore some sort of vibrating toy while out in public together. That’s when it hit me. Joe and I weren’t any type of couple, so the idea was dead from inception.

But the way he’d watched me all night?

God. Damn.

When I reached behind me and tugged at the plug, stars danced across my vision again. A gasp fell from my lips as I let go of the toy. I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like an idiot just standing there with my shirt on and nothing on the bottom. My cock stood hard, jutting from my body, ready for a little more attention. Attention it hadn’t really gotten while my prostate had been pummeled all night.

I bit my lip and looked at the closed bathroom door. It was a little fucked up, but I slammed my eyes closed and wrapped my fist around my length. Joe wouldn’t mind if I got myself off one more time, would he?

Fuuuuuck .

The groan that tumbled out of my mouth at the contact surely gave me away, but I couldn’t stop. One hand flexed the toy in my ass while the other shuttled up and down my dick. The dual sensations were enough to have my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Who the hell was this person?

I jerked off from time to time, but it was never like this. It had all shifted since I’d watched that first video of Joe. Now he was the front-and-center star of every last fantasy.

In my head, I could see him kneeling behind me, grasping the flared base of the plug, and dragging it in and out of my passage. He’d have his own cock out and he’d be stroking in time with me as we both raced toward our orgasms.

Everything felt hot. Humid. Out of control.

My chest tightened as stars and fireworks once again exploded across my vision.

Cum painted the side of the bathroom vanity as I struggled to pull in breaths .

The door handle jiggled, and I panicked. I raced to the shower and turned it on, wincing as the toy shifted again. Over-sensitized didn’t even begin to cover how I was feeling, and the damn thing needed to come out in a hurry.

“Are you okay in there?”

An odd reminder of Joe’s question from earlier in the evening filtered through my post-orgasm haze.

I could answer him honestly. Would that change the outcome? Would Joseph Bishop join me in the bathroom and blow my mind in all the wicked ways I’d been imagining?

“Fine.” My voice cracked at the response, and I winced as I took the cowardly way out.

No, Joe. I could really use some help taking this thing out of my ass.

I’d never say it. Once the spray from the shower hit me, I was able to tune everything else out. The plug slid easily from my hole, a shudder racing through my body. It left me feeling so damn empty. Like something was missing. I mean, something was missing. Nothing was filling my ass anymore. To think I would have liked that feeling. It wasn’t something I’d ever considered before.