Page 24 of Puck Tease
I lifted my head, my eyes narrowed into a furious glare. “I need some water.” My voice was hoarse.
“Go get some,” he said, a casual wave of his hand. “Take a walk.”
“I can’t walk,” I hissed, the words barely escaping my throat.
“Sure you can. Walk it off.”
He tapped his phone again.
Bzzzt. Just a short pulse. A sharp, undeniable warning.
I pushed myself up, my legs feeling like jelly, unsteady beneath me. The plug felt heavier now, settled deeper, a more permanent part of me.
I shuffled toward the water fountain, a mere twenty feet away.
Every step was torture. I felt open, exposed, as if the invisible device inside me was projecting my humiliation for all to see. My movements were stiff, unnatural, and I imagined every student’s gaze following me, dissecting my careful gait.
I drank, the cold water doing nothing to quench the internal heat.
When I came back, Jax was packing up his bag, his movements efficient and unhurried.
“Boring,” he announced, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “I’m done studying.”
“Let’s go,” he said, already moving toward the exit.
“Where?” I asked, stuffing my laptop into my bag, my hands still shaking.
“Truck,” he said, without looking back. “I want to see what a mess you made in your pants.”
We walked out of the library. The fresh, cool air hit my face, a stark contrast to the burning shame that clung to me like a second skin, a heavy weight on my shoulders. I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet the eyes of anyone we passed.
We reached his truck. He unlocked it with a click.
I climbed into the passenger seat, my movements stiff and awkward. I barely got the door closed before Jax was leaning over the center console, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the parking lot.
“Pants down,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.
“Jax, we’re in the parking lot.” My voice was a desperate plea.
“Windows are tinted,” he countered, his gaze unwavering. “Pants. Down.”
With trembling hands, I shoved my jeans and boxers down to my knees.
Jax looked.
My thighs were trembling violently, a visible tremor shaking my entire body. My cock, purple with engorged blood, stood rock hard, sticking straight up, a testament to the internal torment. My boxers were soaked through, the denim dark with the wet stain of pre-cum.
“Look at that,” Jax murmured, his voice a low, satisfied growl. “Leaking like a faucet.”
He reached out, his fingers brushing over my erection. I bucked, a keen, involuntary sound escaping my throat.
“Did you cum?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
“No,” I gasped, the word ripped from me. “Close. So close.”
“Good.”
He reached behind me, his fingers finding the base of the plug.
