(Orville POV)
She sneakily entered our dark room, expecting that I am already asleep and as she closed the door behind her, I quickly turned on the lamp beside the leather lazy boy chair I am currently sitting on.
She gave me that stupid look again.
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"I was just…having coffee with a friend."
"At two in the morning?" I snickered.
"Orville, let's just talk about this some other time, okay?"
"You really think I'm that stupid, don't you?"
"Orville, what the hell are you getting at?" She asked, irritated.
"Alright, be that as it may, Eloise. Just so you know, I have learned a few tricks from you and we are on an even playing field right now." I gave her an evil smirk.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Listen to me, Eloise and listen well, if you think you're outsmarting me, you're going to have to think again. I pretend and I play dumb and I play dirty if I have to. Do not underestimate me."
"Are you threatening me?"
"It's not yet a threat, sweetheart! It's just a warning but believe me, you don't want me to threaten you." I said as I advanced towards her. She backed away like a helpless puppy being stalked by a python, until she was cornered against the wall. She couldn't make eye contact with me so I held her chin up so she can look me in the eye.
"So if you're making a fool out of me, try to be slightly better at it, okay?" I said before ruffling her head. I exited the room and went downstairs to retrieve my keys.
I then made my way to the garage and started the engine of my Ferrari so I can drive myself to a nearby coffee shop and treat myself to a little night cap.
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I was sipping my Espresso on the empty side of the coffee shop while observing every customers that are coming in.
All I see are four-eyed college students and business people with their sight glued to their paperwork and laptops. Then suddenly, a group of youngsters barged in, looking like they came here just to relax and chat.
The first one I saw was a tall curly haired guy. His hair is way longer and curlier than mine and he has a pair of thick bushy eyebrows. He has hazel green eyes and his dimples are very evident when he smiles. He is wearing a red baggy sweatshirt with khaki pants that is slim fit on him.
The second one was a red haired girl with freckles all over her face. Her curls were tied in a bun which makes her cheekbones more prominent. She is wearing a plain white bustier with a black skirt that has metal chains and also a black pair of stockings and sneakers. She's cute. Gingers are pretty cool to me.
Lastly, the blonde guy who is stunning by the way, has the most pinkish lips I have ever seen and a perfectly pointy nose. He is slim, petite and very pretty. He is wearing a pink and black striped turtleneck with a jumper over it as well as a velvet beret. I like his sense of style and his shortness is so amusing to me. He can fit perfectly in my arms.
"Can I have one peppermint mocha please?" He politely said.
So fucking adorable, I thought to myself.
While waiting for his drink to be served, he sat at the table that is quite far away from the counter and slightly near me which gave me a better view of him. I took this as an opportunity to eye fuck him and check him out.
He has slim legs, I like it. I like it more if I can wrap it around my shoulders while I do him.
He licked his lips due to its dryness. I like it and I love it more if my tongue can invade his mouth and taste him.
He stretched his arms out and yawned. It looks like he has an amazing gag reflex. I wonder how it's like to be given heads by him.
These fantasies have driven me nuts to the point of me sneaking my hand inside my pants just to pleasure myself off. I can't believe what I am doing. I am masturbating in a public place. Thank God, I am in an isolated area which means, I have a better chance of not getting caught in the act.
I tried to focus on his face while I stroke myself. All of a sudden, his three friends then sat with him but I could not care less. The server arrived and brought them their drinks but I was not, even a little, distracted in any way. My eyes are still on him and only him. I watched him lick the whip cream off his peppermint mocha which turned me on even more.
He licked some from his side lip. He dipped his finger in the cream itself and sucked on it which expedited my release. In a blink of an eye, I was already holding a handful of sticky substance. I grabbed some tissue on the table and wiped myself before departing the coffee shop.
"Beautiful!"