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“Son of a—” Noemi’s steps faltered as Easton helped her stay up right.
I grinned thinking this was going to be a fun night.
17
EASTON
The car ride to the hockey game was brutal. My body was tight with tension, my heart was racing because I kept anticipating the vibrating to begin at any moment. Noemi was flushed from him teasing her the entire way there. She was squirming, moaning softly as he played with her.
“Please,” she whimpered, reaching for me but I was instructed not to touch her.
The car stopped, prompting Noemi to take a deep breath. She looked up at us when the driver got out of the car, and I had to keep my expression neutral when she tried to compose herself.
“You fucking suck Vincent; I better get a good orgasm out of this,” she snapped when the door opened. The driver held his hand out for her and she took it.
“How bad would she hate me if I started the toy now?”
“She’d probably leave,” I chuckled, scooting over. “Try it, I’d like to see what she does.”
He pursed his lips like he was thinking of it. I got out of the car and that’s when the asshole turned on my toy. My knee threatened to buckle while pleasure coursed through me, making me grunt, wishing I was anywhere but here.
“Finally! I thought he was just going to fuck with me all night,” Noemi said grabbing my arm as every step made the vibration more intense.
I didn’t care if I would get in more trouble, but I dragged Noemi to kiss her but covertly I was trying to rub myself against her.
“Nope,” Noemi said with a smirk. “You didn’t help me out, I’m not going to help you out.”
She stepped back, biting her lower lip, looking so horny but she had a smile on her face, and I couldn’t be mad at her. I just had to figure out a way for us to get off before the plugs made us crazy. It was looking to be a long night and I needed to for us to get home now.
“You ready?’ Vincent asked, turning off the toy, making me shiver from the loss of pleasure.
He glanced at my cock, looking appreciatively because I was rock hard from the vibration. My cock twitched when Noemi glanced down with her bottom lip in between her teeth. The tension between us would only get worse as the night went on, but from the look on Vincent's face, I think that's what he wanted. This was our punishment for fucking with him.
“Mr. Barros?”
“Yes?”
“Hi, I’m here to take you to the box you will be watching the game from,” a younger man said, looking at Vincent appreciatively.
“Perfect, could you show us to the apparel store? We’d like to get some Cougar gear,” he asked.
The man nodded, talking about the different stores they had within the stadium. We started walking after Vincent decided which store he wanted to go to, making me wonder if he expected me to wear a Jersey. I shivered in disgust, desperately hoping that wasn’t the case.
“Are you wearing a jersey?” Noemi asked as we felt into step with each other behind Vincent and the man who seemed to be talking his ear off.
“Not if I can help it,” I mumbled, setting my hand on the small of her back as we weaved through the crowd.
She laughed, “Oh, you are so wearing one.”
I rolled my eyes thinking there was no way in hell I was wearing a stupid jersey but of course I was wrong. Noemi picked out a sexy Jersey that fit her curves and all I could think of was her in that with nothing underneath. Vincent also got her some sweats, shorts and a hoodie that all went together, which she protested until he threatened to leave the plug on all night.
Then they set their eyes on me. After Noemi pleaded, Vincent gave me two choices. I was dressed in a god-awful polyester polo with a sweater that made it look less awful with my chinos and boots.
Vincent chose a Jersey to go with his dark jeans that made him look younger and carefree. I think Vincent could make anything look good and still look like the rich man he was. After he finished paying for the items the man escorted us to the box we would watch the game from. The suite was empty when we arrived except for a few staff setting up a buffet.
“Let me know if you need anything, Mr. Barros,” he said, touching his arm and sounding flirty, which made me glare at him. “I’ll let Mr. Morris know you are here.”
He gave one more lingering look at Vincent before Noemi slid up against him.
