Female's P.O.V~
I regard him grinding the coffee beans as he sways his eyes away from me. He works part-time here in a coffee shop after college. He always works until it's so late, thankfully his shift is about to be over in an hour.
This is the time of the day when I'm usually attending my tuition classes. But since I had an off today, I'm here.
I'm sitting here in the corner, waiting for his shift to be over as I admire him from afar. He didn't expect me to be here at all. His appalled face defines his amazement clearly.
I receive a text from him demanding what I'm doing here as he ogles me from the counter. Simply I reply, "I'm waiting for you." He gets offended by my smirk, glaring in response.
"Don't worry, I will do nothing rash." I type. He gawks at me in disbelief as I walk up to the counter, taking my order. "Until you ask me to." I can see him clenching his jaw at my words.
I sit back, sipping coffee as I give him a glance of warning. I didn't come here with a plan to do anything rash, but his astonished face kind of solicited me to do so.
"Look at you working so hard. Aren't you one good boy?" I watch him pull out his phone and read mindlessly until he realizes. He immediately looks at me for a second in incredulity.
Then starts tapping on his phone screen. "You said you will not do anything rash." Such an adorable boyfriend I have. I can't help but chuckle.
"I'm doing something? Are you sure? I'm just sitting here watching my handsome boyfriend work hard." Emphasis on hard. "You look sexy when you work hard."
"Stop! I know what you're doing." He mouths me to stop in silence as he glares at me. "What am I doing? Can you explain?"
Male's P.O.V~
She sloppily and licks her lips, peering straight into my eyes. She brushes her smooth legs together as if she's clenching. Her cleavage is more prone than it was when she stepped in, yet she asks what she is doing.
"You know very well." I watch her smile at my reply and typing as I find myself displaced from the work. I have to pay attention to my work but I find it failing in front of her.
So, I stand in the counter's corner, far from my boss's eyes. Thank God! There is still another worker to help. But she might leave any minute. I have to go back to work.
"You forgot to type mommy." She bites her lips, waiting eagerly for my reply, keeping her eyes stuck on me.
"Stop!" I feel my ears thawing up, my body heating and my palms wilting. "Please! Stop. This is not the right place." I'm not at all aghast by her actions. She is reckless and bold. I'm just flustered.
"For what? What is going on in that dirty head of yours?" She stretches her body and digs her elbows into the table, presenting her lean waist, tugged under the tight top.
"Okay, then I'll stop texting. Read a book or something and don't keep glaring at me." I earnestly wait for her to agree so that I can go back to work.
"Okay, I'll stop texting you, but I want an answer first. Why should I stop glaring at you? Are you hard because of it, Mr. hard worker?"
"Stop!" I disregard the answer again and again until I finally agree. "Okay, yes. I'm hard. Now stop."
The smirk on her face is so evil. I don't think she will stop. But contrary to my expectations, she settles. "I just want you to come and give me a cupcake, and I'll stop."
"You promise?" I look at her in hope as she simply nods from her table.
Female's P.O.V~
As he strides toward me, I notice his grown bulge. He's even struggling to walk nicely. "Here. Now do not text me until my shift is over."
"Is that a threat? From what I can see, you're not in an ideal position to threaten me." His eyes check around us as he struggles to hold his ground against me. And to his advantage, it's very late, most of the people are gone. "Your dick is practically begging to pop out."
"You know what? I'm going and I will ignore you." Even his voice is shaking. "Okay, try -hard- to work hard." He glares at me in reply as he walks off. Oh, it's so fun teasing him.
As he said, he strives to ignore me. He's again grinding the coffee beans, holding his back against me. Yet he keeps turning to me. It's like he's ignoring the inevitable.
But soon his hard work is going to vanish like this cupcake in front of me.
I pick up the cupcake, slowly licking the sweet frosting sitting on its top. Then my fingers come to play, helping me with the frosting as well.
Gradually I find him watching me. His eyes blink at me as I suck my fingers clean. Moving ahead, he witnesses me enjoying the sweetness of the cake.
Intentionally, I drop the frosting on my cleavage, making him watch as I clean it away with my fingers. And as expected, I received a text.
"It's not fair." His eyes display how much he means that. "Why are you not replying?" Another text pops up.
I just look at it and go back to staring at him. I promised I wouldn't text him. And I also said I won't do anything until he wants me to. So, I'll stick to my words.
"What is wrong? Why are you not replying?" He goes on, as I go back to eating my remaining cupcake, putting my phone on the table.
Soon, the café owner left due to some urgency. Now he has to close the café.
I can see him coping, he can't come to me when there are still one or two customers sitting around me. What a situation!
Male's P.O.V~
I'm containing a building eruption inside me, watching her tease me. Why is she not responding? And why are there still customers? There are never any customers at this time.
This day is collectively fucking me up. My dick is practically leaking, and she's making it harder with her actions. I can't avoid her lips, her body, and the way she sucks her fingers.
I regard her for the next ten minutes when I finally see the rest of the customers.
"Why didn't you reply to me?" I immediately end up in front of her composed face, asking eagerly the question sitting in my head.
Everything is serene around us. The chilly silence hesitates me more. The murky night has eliminated every constraint. I ask again as she stirs up the little coffee left in her cup, shifting her gaze up at me.
"Did you not make me promise you to do so?" She stands up, gingerly planting her hand on my cheek. Her gaze remains as strong as ever. "And I also said I will not do anything until you ask me to." She leans closer to my face, cupping with her free hand.
"Do you want me to do something?" It feels like I've been caught doing something wrong. I stand still, quiet. "I guess you don't want me to do anything."
Abruptly her hands start to slip off of my face when I hold them still. My breaths run more rapidly than my heartbeat. My passion takes over me.
"Do something!" Her face is still moderate, while mine can't help but burn.
"Hmm?" She stirs me further as she draws her lips closer to mine. Inches away.
"Do something. I need you to do something!" Her lips move near my neck, whispering. "What do you want me to do?" She's doing this intentionally! She's urging me to say it.
"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" Softly she plants her lips on my ear, giving pecks to my skin.
"I'm so hard. Please!" She chuckles softly into my ear in response, adding. "I can see that you're hard. But what do you want me to do?" My length twitches more.
"Touch me! Please!" I practically beg with my whispery tone, expecting her to touch me. Instead, she holds my face with affection, looking straight into my eyes as she pushes me onto the table to sit. "What do you want me to do?"
"Touch me. Please! I -- want you to fuck me." She reacts eagerly with her lips, kissing me from gentle to rough. Her passion slides in my mouth in the form of her tongue as I tug her close by her waist.
I react to her lips with mine, deepening the kiss. I can feel the warmth of her body. Her heart beats close to mine. Her sloppy tongue leaves my mouth, demanding. "Again!" Her greedy eyes wait for my words as I answer. "Mommy!"
I can't help but submit to her. The aggression and passion she inject into me are rare and addictive. "Use me, please! Use me however you want. Please, mommy!" I crave it more and more.
END OF THE PART 1.
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