Page 23 of Puck Tease
BZZZZZZZZT.
It started again. A steady, rhythmic pulse. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
It was maddening. It hit that nerve—that bundle of nerves I hadn’t known existed until Jax started ruining me—and lit it onfire. A searing heat spread through my pelvis, demanding my complete attention. My vision narrowed, blurring the words on the screen.
I squeezed my thighs together under the table, pressing them tight, trying to dampen the sensation, to regain some semblance of control. I forced my eyes back to the screen, willing myself to look normal, to breathe evenly.
But I was melting.
The vibration made my cock twitch, a restless, insistent jump against the zipper of my jeans. A warm dampness spread in my boxers, the slick, viscous fluid of pre-cum soaking into the fabric, making everything feel messy and out of my control.
Jax watched. His gaze was a physical weight. He watched the muscle jump in my jaw. He watched the bead of sweat form on my temple and slowly track a path down my skin. He watched my eyes glaze over, unfocused and distant.
He tapped his screen.
The pattern changed again.
Instead of a steady, insistent buzz, it became erratic, unpredictable. Short. Short. Looooong. Short. Each long vibration dragged a silent, involuntary gasp from my throat, a deep tremor that shook my chest. I had to bite down hard on my lip, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, to keep from crying out.
A girl walked past our table, a stack of heavy textbooks cradled in her arms.
The plug buzzed hard, a deep, throbbing thrum.
I flinched, my back arching off the chair, a sharp, uncontrolled spasm.
The girl stopped, her head tilting. She looked at me, her brow furrowed. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I stared at her, my face burning, the heat spreading from my neck to my hairline. My tongue felt thick and useless in my mouth. I couldn't speak. I could only nod, frantically, my head bobbing like a puppet.
She gave me a long, strange look, a mixture of concern and bewilderment, and then continued on her way.
I looked at Jax. His hand was clamped over his mouth, his shoulders shaking slightly, clearly trying to stifle a laugh.
Me:You’re a psychopath.
Jax:And you’re a slut. Look at you. Red-faced in the library. Bet you’re hard right now.
Me:Stop. Please.
Jax:Beg me.
I stared at the glowing text, the words burning into my retinas.
The vibration ramped up again, intensifying. It went from a low hum to a high-pitched, relentless whine inside me. It drilled into my prostate, a focused, unbearable pressure, demanding a reaction, demanding release. My body began to tremble, a fine tremor that started in my knees and spread upward.
I was going to cum. Right here. Hands-free. In the middle of the library. In my jeans. My vision blurred. I couldn't hold it. The pressure was building, a suffocating tightness in my balls that screamed, *screamed* for release. My internal muscles convulsed, a frantic, desperate clenching.
Me:Jax please. Begging you. Turn it off.
He looked up, his eyes locking with mine across the table, a predatory glint in their depths.
He tapped the screen.
The vibration stopped.
The relief was instant, a sudden, crushing wave that washed over me, leaving me weak and breathless. I slumped forward, my forehead resting heavily on my crossed arms on the table,gulping air, each breath a painful rasp. My entire body trembled, a residual shiver running through me. My hole felt raw, over-stimulated, vibrating with phantom sensations.
“You okay over there?” Jax asked aloud, his voice laced with feigned concern, loud enough for the benefit of the room.
