“I need to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back!” I see her stand from the seats by the fitting rooms, and I turn and face the wall, watching her over my shoulder. Her face is buried thankfully in her cell, so she doesn’t see me. The minute she clears the store’s entry, I’m moving. All the fitting room doors are open but one, and that tells me all I need to know.
“Hello, sir, is there something I can help you find?”
I think up something quick. “No, I’m good. Just meeting back up with my wife. She’s in the fitting room.”
She eyes me over, about to question me, but when she sees I’m not even sweating it, she buys it. “Okay, let me know if there’s anything she may need.”
“Will do, thank you.” I move to the back and tap on the closed door.
“That was fast. Listen, I don’t like—” She stops as the door opens and she sees me towering over her. “Theo? What are you doing here?” She tries to cover her body. She’s wearing some two piece, and it’s high-waisted. In my opinion, it doesn’t show enough of her beautiful curves. As I step in, she backs up, and I close the door, locking it.
“You didn’t want to send me pictures, so I came for something better—a live reel.”
Her jaw drops. “You’re insane, you know that? You need to leave so I can change.”
I sit on the bench and cross my arms over my chest. “No, I’m good. Go on.” I nudge my chin up and down at her, indicating for her to continue.
“Theo, no. I’m not letting you see me naked.”
I chuckle. “Baby, I saw that bare pink pussy taking this cock so good while soaking-wet last night.”
“Theo,” she breathes out, arousal evident in her voice.
“Yes, Hanna?”
She rubs her thighs together, her chest turning red. How fucking beautiful is that? “You can’t say things like that.”
“And why is that? You afraid of how much you like it?”
“No. I just…” She stops, biting her lip, then soothes it with a lick.
I should be doing that.
“Exactly. You like the control. Now put on a show for me.” Telling her this so brazenly is exactly what I know she wants.
She hesitates at first, looking me over. Then, without enough time to try to think of any way to say no even against her own desires, she reaches behind her and removes the string of the two-piece’s top. And when it falls, those beautiful, full breasts expose themselves to me, and I instantly grow hard.
“I’m going to fuck you there one day…come on your beautiful tits.”
She gasps but keeps going, removing her bottoms. Now, with her naked in front of me, I debate telling her to put the next one on, but what I really want is far darker and more dangerous. I have only a few minutes to do it before my sister is back.
With my middle and index finger, I signal her to come to me. She takes timid steps, like she always does, and I’m cruel to say I like it—her shyness, her blaring insecurities—because they belong to me now. They are mine to change and make her see what I see. Pure fucking beauty and raw sex appeal.
“You make a noise and we will be caught. You want that?” I ask her once she’s up against the bench, between my legs. Shaking her head, she keeps her hands knotted in front of her stomach, trying to hide herself from me. Angry at this, I grab those hands and rip them apart before putting them behind her back, holding them together with one hand.
“Spread your legs a little for me. Don’t make a sound. Eyes on me.”
“Yes.” So responsive. Prompt.
“Good girl.”
She does as I say, and I reach between her legs, spreading her swollen, aroused lips to find her clit that’s slick with her arousal, begging for a touch. “Wet in public. So dirty. You like me here. You like when I take what I want from you. Because it’s what you want. Isn’t it?” She nods, and I rub slow, such slow circles on her clit, that she bucks and gasps.
I remove my finger. “I said no noise, or I will open this door, bend you over, and fuck you in front of everyone.”
“You wouldn’t,” she challenges.
“Oh, puppet. I would.” My eyes don’t waver, and that drives it home. “No more noise. I need you to come fast, or my sister is going to catch you getting finger-fucked by me. You want that?”
“No.”
“Then hush.” With that, I rub at her clit in strong circular motions, alternating between stroking and pinching. Her eyes don’t leave mine. She’s learning. I bite my lip.
“Can you do it?” she asks, a rosy hue highlighting her cheeks.
“Do what? Make you come?”