Can't Wait ... In Public! (Slut in Public)

Jake wants to wait.

His nymphomaniac ex-girlfriend needed him at least five times a day. But after three years of non-stop, mind-numbing sex, Jake is finally single and dating again.

Erika just got out of a relationship too, but she's young and wants to have fun and she doesn't even care who watches. Is she actually cool with Jake's vow of celibacy? Or does she have a few tricks up her skirt -- the kind that make men break promises in plain sight?

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This 8,700+ word story is told from the male pov. Also contains raunchy flashbacks of a demanding nymphomaniac ex, a temptress who loves a challenge, and some seriously risky behavior in a public setting! Intended for adults only.

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EXCERPT:

She took everything. Every last inch of me, down her throat. When she got me all the way in, she pushed her tongue out and licked my balls. No – not just that – she was trying to scoop my balls up with her tongue, and suck on those too.
God, she was good.
And I was a man split between two worlds. In one world, here I was, lonely ol' me. Sitting by myself in a booth because my date had suddenly and inexplicably vanished, sipping my coffee and anxiously peering about the room for some odd reason.
In the other world, the one below the table, I was getting my dick sucked in public, in plain-view of anyone if they only happened to walk a few feet closer. Getting one of the best blowjobs of my life and desperately trying not to make a sound. And trying not to cum pre-maturely right down her throat.
Erika sucked me faster, harder, sloppier. She tried to be quiet in the beginning at least – but the more she sucked, the more excited we both got, and I don't think she cared if anyone saw or heard us anymore. She slurped and sucked, taking my whole length down her throat, not caring about the wet smacking noises, or the gagging and coughing. She didn't care about anything. Not a thing but sucking me off.
"Erika. Erika! You gotta stop!" I panted quietly, hoping no one would hear me.
She took my dick out of her mouth, and her voice came from under the table.
"Stop? Why? Your cock is so throbby in my throat, Jake. I can tell you're already so close to cumming. No one can hear us ... they're all wrapped up in their cell phones! Can't you see?"
I looked around the cafe. Maybe she was right. Everyone was staring at the tiny glowing object in their hands, headphones in their ears. She stroked me with her hands, nice and slow.
"If I stopped now, you'd just get blue-balls and be in pain all night. Don't worry, Jake, you can cum in my mouth. I'll swallow, I promise."
I whimpered. What better way to torture a man?
She giggled and swirled her tongue all up and down my shaft, all around my head, and started sucking me all over again.
"Oh, oh," I panted. She was sucking me so well, sucking my glans until it swelled up, doubling in size. My veins pounded, the pressure building up in my cock.
"Oh no," I whispered. I felt my balls opening, pushing upward. The pressure built up in my shaft, reaching higher and higher.
Erika knew I was going to ejaculate. She pulled off me and lavished the underside of my cock with her tongue. I peeked under the table so I could watch. Her mouth was open, gaping, waiting for my load. She caressed my head with her tongue, running the point of her tongue in and out of the crevices of my glans.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I tried to suppress my grunts and groans.
Hnhnnghht! Uhhhrhghht! Hnnnngh!
The pressure built so high it reached my tip. She was ready for it. My cock opened, my load burst out, spraying down her throat, one glorious streak after the other. Spurt, spurt, spurt. She let me watch the first few – then she took my shaft back into her mouth and milked me for the rest. She sucked every last drop out of me and swallowed it, just like she said she would.
It took all my strength, all my willpower, to not scream in ecstasy. Instead, I pounded my fist on the table over and over – bam, bam, bam!
That got everyone's attention.
Ten sets of eyes, all peering up from their plastic devices, eyeing me suspiciously. Erika sat under the table and didn't make a sound or a move. Just massaged me with her mouth.
I smiled at the on-lookers. I don't think they knew. They looked annoyed by my disturbance, and then they went back to their phone world. A couple people packed up their belongings and left. Had they seen? I didn't really care, actually.
"Oh, shit," I whispered to Erika. "That was close."
"Well that would've been your fault, not mine," she giggled.
"Yeah, sure," I said, shaking my head.
She slid back up to her seat on the booth. "That was nice, Jake. Your cum tastes so sweet! It tastes delicious, actually."
"Shhh!" ...