Page 2 of Cupid's Chokehold
“Yeah, you do. That thing makes me see stars every time.” The way she fans herself, a gleaming smile spreading her lips, has me reaching for my phone faster than she can process.
A simple unlock of my screen and the app I need is already pulled up…
“Kind of like now?” I snicker, and before she can beg for mercy, I’m hitting the magical button.
The magical button that activates the toy lodged in her pussy.
One that’s there of her own doing.
For our first two years together,Iplanned Valentine’s Day. But Lala insisted I let her take the driver’s seat this time around, and although her efforts will ensure we’re both going to have a great night, she’s put the power right back into my hands. Not only did she buy said app controlled toy, she also picked up a few enhancement chocolates. I almost cackled when I opened the box because my girl is already freaky by default. Anything that adds to her carnal desires is only going to make her feral.
Beneficial for me because teasing her until she begs me to fuck her is one of favorite things, and she’s just about there right now after toying with her in the car on the way here.
“Suk, please,” she breathes out, eyes clamping shut as she death-grips the edge of the bar, the fuscia money pieces of her hair shielding most of her face from everyone’s view.
“Please, what?” I crank up the vibration with purpose, eager to hear those little whimpers and mewls she’s trying so hard to hold back.
To see the blush consuming her cheeks and the way those turbulent eyes almost sparkle when she’s close to the edge.
“What can I get for you, ladies?” Bartender Dude asks uponfinallygracing us with his shitty presence. “Kitchen’s already closed, but appetizers are always available.”
I promptly shut off the device before Lala explodes and give him my full attention. I hadn’t noticed until now, but he’s insanely good-looking. Like the kind that should be illegal. Dark, slicked back hair, ocean blue eyes, gauged ears with almost every inch of visible sun kissed skin inked. He’s the male version of Lala, quite literally.
Setting my chin in a hand, I flash him my flirty smile and add a few bats of my lashes. Wouldn’t be the first time it got us free drinks. “What drink specials do you have for the night?”
Dude curves an onyx brow, crystalline gaze flicking back and forth between me and Lala. For a moment, I’m left wondering if he’s going to say anything at all, the lack of a reply hanging heavy in the air amongst all the chatter and the football game playing across several TVs.
Arching a brow of my own, I roll an impatient hand through the air. “It’s a simple ques?—”
“Cupid’s Chokehold,” he rushes out, his tone no less annoyed than when we walked in just a few minutes ago. “That’s all I’ve got.”
“What’s in it?” Lala asks curiously.
“It’s fruity…and strong.”
Not what she asked, but okay…
“We’ll take two,” I state. I’m not big on fruity drinks, but Lala lives for them.
Grumpy Gills regards me steadily, not a single blink breaking our connection. Eventually, he just sighs and forces a smile. Then he’s gone, grabbing several liquor bottles off the dark shelves behind him, and a couple of martini glasses, too.
“What the hell do you think his problem is?” my girl whispers once he’s out of earshot.
“Who knows, but I say we tease the fuck out of him as punishment for his lil’ attitude problem.”
Lala grins in amusement and gives a little shake to her head. “‘Cause teasing one person for the night isn’t enough for you?”
“He started it.” I shrug. “Speaking of teasing, do we need a safe word?”
“Depends on how hard you’re planning to torture me,” she answers, her voice breathy with anticipation as her stare flicks to my phone.
“I’m not holding back, baby girl, so speak now or forever hold your peace. Safe word or nah?” My thumb hits the power button again and immediately she’s shutting her eyes in bliss.
A mewl escapes, loud enough only I can hear, but it spreads my lips in satisfaction nonetheless. I’ll have her screaming soon enough.
“Flamingo,” she blurts out suddenly, luring a cackle from deep in my throat.
“Flamingo?”
