yourself . . . You don’t think that would be a huge sin, do you? It wouldn’t even be my sin, really.”
He’s positively panting now, his eyes sliding down my body, and I realize I’ve pressed a hand between my own legs. “You’ll watch me? Really?”
“Sure.”
That one tiny syllable is all it takes to set his hands scrambling for his belt, the metal clinking as he works frantically at the buckle. Once the belt gapes free, he drags the zipper open and shoves his Hanes briefs down and the great white whale emerges. Okay, it’s ruddy pink and not actually a whale, but it is a shockingly ferocious beast.
“Oh wow,” I cry.
“Yeah,” he groans. “Yeah, look at it.”
Gone is the slight, mild-mannered manager. As he takes himself in hand, his mouth draws back into a slash of lips and his body hunches, curving around his proud prize. Lust has shaped him into a rutting werewolf, and I love it.
“It’s so big!” I exclaim.
“Yeah. Look at it. Look.”
This poor man walks through life every day being disrespected, dismissed, barely seen at all by society, and the whole time he has this glorious thing in his pants that he can’t show anyone. How utterly frustrating that must be.
I laugh in pure delight. “You really are huge,” I say, figuring he deserves a little praise.
“Fuck yeah.” He’s positively snarling now, his eyes cast down at his own show. “Look at it.” His gaze flicks up every once in a while to be sure I’m watching, and I definitely am. The turbine buzz surrounds my head as I watch ol’ unnoticeable Derrick put on the best performance of his life.
And I’m glad it’s a performance. I’m glad I’m not participating. Not because I’d feel guilty, but because this is a new level of the game, and I’m winning it.
I’m also glad because, impressive as he is, Derrick wouldn’t be a good lay at all. He’s all clumsy big-dickedness, which is a problem a lot of well-endowed men have. There’s that one great tool in their toolbox, and they think their hammer trumps all other instruments no matter what the job is.
“This is so hot,” he growls, rubbing himself rough and fast, going right for the goal. No easing in, no subtlety, no teasing. He’s probably afraid I’ll change my mind if he gives me a moment to think. Another problem a lot of men have during sex.
But a show is a show, and I’m worked up with sex and power and the hum of electricity. I ease my back to the metal wall, let the vibrations purr through me as I press the heel of my hands to my jeans.
I got my giant robot, and I love getting what I want so damn much.
I start to slide my hand down the front of my jeans to get myself off, but when he sees me, Derrick bites out a strangled “Oh God,” and then it’s all over, Derrick painting a ridiculous splotchy mess all over the gray metal floor. “Oh God, oh God,” he chokes, his skinny body in spasms, face a comical rictus, and my fingers haven’t even reached their destination.
“Oh, Derrick,” I sigh in disappointment, drawing my hand free. He definitely wouldn’t have been worth the chafing if he was that out of control with his own right hand. Yet another great decision on my part. I’m killing it today.
Derrick is starting to come to his senses, returning to reality from that place people go when they’re aroused beyond all reason. The behavior makes perfect sense in evolutionary terms. Sex is a weird, messy act with a likely outcome of saddling the participants with a needy creature that will be dependent on them for at least a dozen years and could, in fact, result in the death of the female. Of course we have to lose our damn minds to enjoy it. That’s just good design.
But now Derrick’s sanity is returning, and he’s still standing there with his pants and tighty-whities collapsed around his knees, softening penis in hand and the sad evidence of his expulsion at his feet. I even spot a dribble on his shoe.
“Uh,” he grunts as he starts to reach for his pants and then pauses to stare at his soiled hand. He looks so hopeless for a moment. So lost. I swallow a giggle.
Finally he reaches gingerly for his underwear and pulls them up, then wipes his hand on the white cotton so that he can pull his