"I'm going out." I mutter angrily, walking past my dad in the hallway.
"Where are you going?" He asks, grabbing my arm and stopping me.
"To the move theatre." I say, getting out of his grasp. I pull my bag over my shoulder and walk out of the house, walking down the street.
I sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walk. I see the old coffee shop I used to visit a lot, and nostalgia hits me. I walk across the road and through the door, sitting down in the corner booth I used to always sit in.
I drop my bag on the seat next to me, and place my phone on the table, sighing loudly.
I unlock my phone and rest my elbows on the surface, scrolling through social media, just trying to cool down and relax before I order anything.
"Thank you." I hear a familiar voice, and I quickly look up.
Dear god, please not now. I look down, trying to hide my face, but I hear him call my name.
"Willow?"
I groan quietly and look up, his eyes meeting mine.
"Oh shit, you're back?" He smiles, walking towards me.
I awkwardly return his smile, and chuckle, nodding my head.
"Hey, Ryan." I mumble.
He places his coffee on the table, and sits down opposite me.
Ugh, I don't need this right now.
"How have you been?" He asks, smiling widely.
"Good." I reply bluntly, not exactly in a chatty mood.
There's an awkward silence for a few moments, and I continue to look down at my phone. He clears his throat, and I look up to see him staring at me.
"Everything alright?" He asks.
I sigh. I'm not usually this direct and blunt, but I'm not in the mood today.
"Look. I haven't forgotten the fact that you cheated on me with three different girls at our school, and I also haven't forgotten how you tried to pin the blame onto me that I didn't give you it enough. I'm fine, and I want to be left alone. Okay?" I snap. My angry eyes linger on him for a few seconds, before they drift back down to my phone.
He shifts in his seat, and lets out a breath.
"Wow." He mutters in disbelief.
"Alright..." He trails off, standing from the table. I see him retreat in my peripheral vision, and I sigh again, biting the inside of my lip.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I see Jin's name pop up on the top of my screen.
Sexy asshole: Why?
I lock my phone and tuck it in my pocket, standing up and walking to the counter.
"Double espresso, please." I say, handing the cashier cash. She nods her head and smiles.
"Coming right up."
I tap my fingers impatiently on the counter, and she soon hands me the cup. I smile and take it from her hand, walking back to my booth.
I sit down and pull my phone back out of my pocket, biting my lip.
Willow: My cousin saw your text.
Sexy asshole: Oh... I'm sorry.
Willow: It's not your fault, but my mood and day has been completely ruined. I don't even want to stay here at this freakshow house any longer. They're all fucking weird.
Sexy asshole: Then get a hotel.
Willow: I thought about that. My dad said that we should just stay tonight, then we'll leave tomorrow.
Sexy asshole: Then try and hold out for one more night.
Willow: Easier said than done. You have no idea what they're like.
Sexy asshole: I wish I could make it better.
Willow: Me too... :(
Willow: I miss you
Sexy asshole: I miss you too, more than you know.
I smile for the first time since this morning. I'm glad I have him to make me feel better, to make me forget and to wash away the bad.
Willow: I just saw my ex too.
Sexy asshole: Oh... And?
Willow: He tried to sit at my table uninvited, so I basically told him to fuck off.
Sexy asshole: I just got hard.
Willow: Lmao wtf
A picture message suddenly pops through, and I almost drop my phone. My eyes widen and I choke on air, quickly turning my phone over onto the table.
I slowly lift it and peak under, as if I'm looking at my cards in a poker game.
He sent me a dick pic.
His large hand is wrapped around his hard length, squeezing it, the tip red and swollen. He's laying on his bed, by the looks of it he's completely naked.
Willow: I'm in public!
Sexy asshole: That turns me on even more. Play with yourself.
Willow: Are you crazy?! I'm in a coffee shop!
Sexy asshole: Slip your hand under the table and into your underwear, be discrete. You won't be seen.
Is he insane?
Willow: Jin, no, wtf.
A video sends through, and by the thumbnail it's of him stroking himself. I drop my phone and quickly rummage through my bag, grabbing my earphones and plugging them in. My hands are trembling. I'm excited.
I shakily hit play, and I hear the sound of his quiet, deep moaning, along with the sound of his skin slapping in his hand. He strokes himself at a steady pace, squeezing the tip as his hand reaches the top. He stops and runs his thumb over the tip, and lifts it, a string of precum stuck to the pad of his thumb.
I swallow hard and rub my legs together, looking around me.
The video ends and I let out a breath, my body trembling.
Wilow: Stop...
Sexy asshole: I already know you're wet.
I whimper and drop my head, intaking a sharp breath through my teeth.
Willow: I'm in public, fuck.
Sexy asshole: Glide one finger on your clit under the table and send me a video. Now.
I bite my lip and contemplate it. I look around me nervously, and the place is almost empty. I inhale a deep breath and tap on my camera, hesitantly hitting play on video record.
I position the camera to my crotch, and I subtly snake my hand inside the waistband of my jeans, doing as he says and gliding one finger along my folds and on my throbbing, wet and swollen clit.
I hiss and let out a breath, trying to remain quiet. I pull my finger out and lay my hand on my lap, showing him the wet sheen on my finger. I stop the recording and send it to him.
I wipe my finger with a napkin, and anxiously wait for his reply.
Sexy asshole: Fuck
Sexy asshole: Good girl.
I love when he praises me. I giggle and bite my lip, my breathing ragged.
Willow: Thank you, daddy
I went into sub state immediately. He has a weird effect on me, and I can transform within seconds.
Sexy asshole: Do it again, then film yourself sucking your finger. Daddy's close, baby.
A breath escapes my lips and bring the camera up again, recording my hand digging inside my pants, and gliding it along my clit again. I pull it out and flip the camera onto my face, slowly inserting my finger into my mouth, and sucking it off seductively. My eyes are locked onto the lens, and I pop my finger out of my mouth, licking my lips, smirking as I hit stop.
I giggle and send him the video, making sure again that nobody is around and that I'm in the clear.
A few seconds tick by, and he sends a video back. I hit play, and I gulp loudly, my mouth salivating at the sight.
He's pumping himself at a rapid pace, deep, husky, breathy moans loud. He moans my name over and over again. The sound is orgasmic, his wet, shining tip purple and ready to explode. His legs writhe on the bed in the background, and ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, landing on his hand and stomach.
He breathes heavily, the white, thick liquid dripping from his fingers. He slowly pumps himself, riding out his high as he comes down. He curses and chuckles deeply, catching his breath.
The video stops and I flutter my eyelids closed, letting out a breath.
Sexy asshole: You manage to make me cum without even being here...
Willow: Anything for you, daddy♥
Sexy asshole: Mmm... You're a good girl. I can't wait until you get back.
Willow: Me too.
Sexy asshole: I'll talk to you later. Something I gotta do.
I frown childishly and sigh.
Willow: Okay, daddy.
I lock my phone and drop it on the table, grabbing my drink and taking a large gulp, sighing heavily afterwards.
I'm soaking wet, sexually frustrated and extremely turned on. Unable to do anything about it at this moment.
He definitely made me feel better, though...