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Chapter Twenty
SEBASTIAN
PRESENT DAY
I’m bagging groceries towards the end of my evening shift the following week when I look up and see Rome coming through my line. My cock twitches in my cage at the sight of him in his form fitting dark wash jeans with holes in the knees and the T-shirt that clings to his upper body. His dark hair is a little longer now, almost touching his shoulders.
I jolt and gasp when I feel the vibration of the plug a second later and then my eyes dart in his direction. He gives me an evil smirk. Fucking hell.
“Sorry,” I say to the lady whose groceries I’m bagging when she looks at me funny. “Foot cramp.”
I finish bagging the groceries of the two people in front of him, asking them if they would like help out to their cars. They both decline, and then Rome is standing there with his purchase of one single box of Kcups for the Keurig. It’s not lost on me that he could have easily gone through the self check out with that and saved himself a lot of time.
“I’d like some help out to my car,” he tells me, a wicked gleam in his eyes when the cashier hands him his bag. I eye him as he hands me the bag and the cashier looks at us in utter confusion. I try really hard not to roll my eyes at him, because he’s a customer and I don’t want to get in trouble.
“Yes, of course,” I say. When we get outside, I turn to him, my eyes narrowed.
“Okay, what are you doing? A, you don’t have a car, and B, you literally bought one fucking thing.” He grins.
“This way,” he says, leading me to Ursula, over on the side of the parking lot. There’s no lights over here and it’s insanely dark at this time of night. I hate it. It makes me feel like I’m going to get mugged. On the other side of the parking spaces are nothing but trees. Why would he park over here when there’s plenty of spots out front?
“Here you go?” I say, handing him his bag. He lifts the carrier he wants me to put it in and I sigh as I move closer and place it inside. As soon as I’m done, I turn to face him and wipe my hands on my apron. His eyes track over my body and he grins.
“You look awfully cute in that,” he says, stepping closer. My work uniform consists of black pants, a white button up shirt that I have rolled up to my elbows, and a green bow-tie. The black apron completes the ensemble and is my least favorite part. I have my hair up in a messy bun today and Rome’s fingers reach up and tug on my hair tie, swiftly undoing it. My cock twitches again as he grips my chin. Then his mouth is on mine and I’m lost in the way he’s gripping me, possessing me, devouring me. The way he holds the back of my neck so I can’t get away as he presses me up against the bike, the way he grips my hip, pressing his rock hard cock against my caged one. My cock tries to get hard but it can’t, and it’s so fucking euphoric.
The next thing I know, Rome is lifting me up and onto the bike. I gasp as the plug hits my sweet spot. Then he’s climbing on behind me and spinning me around. He grips my hips and pulls me to him. “Straddle me,” he growls.
“I have to get back to work,” I protest and he snarls.
“I’m going to have you in this parking lot tonight one way or another, little brother.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, until I’m in his lap. Then his hand is sliding under my apron and he’s unzipping my pants. Shit. What the fuck are we doing? I could get fired for this. I will definitely get fired for this if anyone catches us, and I’m not even supposed to be on a break right now. So why does that make me want to do it more?
“Rome.” I squirm as he yanks me up and pulls my pants and underwear down around my thighs. I hear my panties tearing slightly as they stretch, my legs spread too far.
“You gonna be a good little slut for me?” he asks, and fuck, all my sense and reason goes out the goddamn window. My cock jerks and the cage squeezes around it, my ass clenching around the plug. I nod.
“Good. Now take my cock out, sweetheart,” he tells me. My heart is racing like crazy and my palms feel clammy, but god I want this. I want to do something insane and risky, and apparently my dick likes the idea too, because it’s going crazy in my cage, making me ache for release but wanting to stay caged at the same time.
I unzip his jeans and pull his cock out, my hand shaking.
“Good boy,” he says, and I fucking soar. He hands me the packet of lube and I open it, slicking up his cock, my ass clenching around the plug over and over again in anticipation.
“Up,” he orders, and I use the foot rests on the side of the bike to lift myself. He reaches around and slides the plug out. My ass is begging to be filled, making me squirm in the short time it takes him to wipe off the plug and put it in the carrier.
“Please,” I beg.
“Ride me, baby,” he says. I don’t waste any time closing the few inches of distance between us and lowering myself onto his cock. I moan as he stretches me, sliding in easily after having been plugged for several hours. The cage keeps me from getting hard, but I’m still leaking as I grip his shoulders and ride him, turning into a panting, gasping mess as his cock hits my sweet spot over and over. The feeling of the cage around my cock, keeping me from coming, is turning me on even more.
“Oh, oh, god, Rome,” I gasp as pleasure erupts around my sphincter without warning and radiates through my body. My cock leaks like crazy as my ass contracts and I feel like the air is being sucked out of me. “Shit.”
Rome growls as he spills his release inside me and I gasp and shake against him, burying my face in his shoulder, the pleasure still working its way through me as tears fill my eyes. Fuck, that was intense. I’ve never had an anal orgasm before. I didn’t ejaculate at all, but it felt so good. I’ve never experienced pleasure like that in my life. It washed over me and I was helpless to stop it.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sniffling. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” he tells me. “We’ll talk about your punishment later. Right now you need to get back to work.”
I sniffle again and slide off of him, tucking myself back into my pants. He does the same and I glance at him. I hate that I had an orgasm that he didn't give me permission to have. I told him my orgasms were his, that he was in control of them, and I took that from both of us.
“I’ll keep the plug,” he tells me, and I have a feeling he means for a while, not just right now. I miss it already. “See you later, little brother.” He leans over, wipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses me softly.
