SWNOVELS Pump Two: Chapter 10
your face,” Violet says the moment I step into the gas station. She’s busy slicing open the bulk packaging of some drinks that need to be stocked and jots down numbers on a sheet of paper.
“Hello to you too,” I greet, a little surprised by her eagerness.
“So?” she asks impatiently, her brown eyes peering up at me. My steps slow as I approach her.
We haven’t spoken since the party. My ego swells with the assumption that I made her feel so good, she wants nothing more than to finally see my face.
“I have a question,” I announce to her.
“What? You didn’t even respond to me properly.” Violet scrunches her face and her frustration shows through her tone.
“Was it perfect for you?” Violet’s eyes suddenly widen as she remembers what I said at the party.
“You’re talking about the sex?”
“Yes, Violet. I’m talking about when you choked on my cock and came around it at the party.” Violet swallows uncomfortably.
“Yes. It was…good,” she grinds out as if I’m forcing her to speak. Her hand tightens around the pen knife that she’s using to unpack the drinks. I wouldn’t put it past her to throw it at me if I continue to tease her—it’s a risk that I’m willing to take.
“Good? I think it was more than good because now you want to desperately see my face.” The confidence she showed when I first walked in has withered away, replaced by a flustered state that’s reminiscent of when we first met. I notice her chest rise and fall with more intensity, mine doing the same. “If you really want to see my face, you need to beg for it.”
As usual, I take off my jacket and gloves, my eyes never leaving Violet’s. She stares at my hands, which grip the bottom of the mask.
“Please let me see your face.” Fuck. I was planning on just teasing her, but her sweet begs threaten to weaken my resolve.
“Beg more, Sweetness.” Her pink lips part and she nods again, hanging onto my every word.
“I want to see your face, Devon. Please,” she pleads. Her eyes are still fixed on where my hands rest on the mask.
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “No.”
She reels back like she’s been ripped away from my spell, and my fingers twitch at the temptation of removing the black fabric.
“What, why?” she demands, her voice tinged with irritation.
“I have something planned.” I’m lying. I just don’t want her to see my face for the first time in a rundown gas station. I want it to be more romantic. I also want to be groomed; my hair is now growing back, and it needs shaping up immediately.
“What? So, when will I see it?” Her voice raises slightly. I can tell she’s humiliated and embarrassed that she begged for no reason.
“Soon,” I say and open up my backpack, retrieving a cardboard food box. I slam it on the counter in front of her. “Open it. You’ll forgive me once you see what’s inside.” Well, I think she’ll forgive me.
Violet reaches under the plastic barrier and snatches the box, her actions rough with annoyance. When she opens it, she looks at me suspiciously. Joy crosses her face when she realizes that I’m not playing with her.
“Devon…” She peeks inside the box again. “You actually brought me Baklava?” Her reaction to my small gift almost has me reaching for my phone so I can call Kas and ask him to make ten more batches. She pulls out a slice and bites into it, moaning.
“Fuck,” she breathes. I find myself staring at her the same way she looked at me when I was about to take off my ski mask.
“I don’t think you know what those noises do to me,” I grit, my eyes unmoving from her mouth.
“I know what they do to you,” she flirts. This girl.
“Now that I think about it, I’ve changed my answer.”
“Answer to what?” Violet places the uneaten half of the Baklava slice back into the box and dusts her hands together.
“That time when you were asking me questions about myself. My favorite thing to eat isn’t Baklava, it’s you,” I say, stepping closer to the counter that separates us.
“That’s cute.” She shrugs and flicks her hair over her shoulder, practically shutting me down. It bothers me and she knows it. A smile dances on her lips as she picks up her pencil and goes back to numbering stock.
“Are you teasing me?” Anger and arousal swirl through me, and I’m contemplating throwing myself through the plastic partition.
“Teasing you? Teasing would be someone saying they’d remove their mask if I begged and then not doing it.” She’s definitely teasing.
“Yeah, that does sound like teasing, whoever did that must be an asshole.” I decide to walk slowly around the counter instead of destroying the plastic that separates us. “How could you ever forgive someone like that?” I ask mockingly. My arms cage her against the counter, and her hand fists tightly around her pencil as I press myself flush against her back. “Nervous or turned on, Violet?” I whisper.
“What if a customer sees us in this position?” She looks over her shoulder at me. It’s early in the morning and the sun has risen. That means more customers are likely to come in.
Just to be safe, I turn on the radio that’s behind me and increase the volume.
“Don’t start backing up now, Sweetness. If you’re worried about people seeing us, then I’ll have to make this quick.” I skim my hand up her spine and down again, rubbing her back soothingly. Then, I slide down the length of her body and lift her long skirt. Perfect attire for what I’m about to do.
“Dev—”
“Bend over, Violet.”
A shiver wracks her body, and she bends over, her chest resting on the counter. I lean forward to smell her musky arousal through her panties. Dampness seeps through as I rub my finger over her clit.
“Remember, we’re at a gas station—not a forest, or a loud party where nobody can hear your moans and whimpers. I suggest you try and keep quiet…if you can. The radio is no match against your screams,” I remind her.
Her body relaxes as she releases a large lungful of air, only to tense up again when I trail my hands down her toned thighs to her calves. My hands rise back up to her hips so I can peel away the thin barrier of fabric that hides the one thing I’ve been wanting to taste.
I insert a finger inside of her, and she shuffles from one foot to the other like she’s trying to either get used to the feeling or wants more. Fucking her slowly with my digit causes her hips to rock against my hand.
When she steps back to try and get me to move faster and deeper, I slap her ass. Hard. I love that she knows what she wants from me, but I love teasing her more.
“Stay still,” I growl. Violet ignores me and continues to move restlessly. Her fidgeting causes her skirt to flutter down from where I pushed it up and out of the way. “If you don’t do as I say, I swear to god I will make you scream in front of your customers,” I lie. That makes her stop.
From this angle, it’s difficult for me to try and lick her center from behind—the counter is tall, and she’s not as bent over as I would like. I reposition myself between her and the counter, pulling up my ski mask so her pussy is directly in front of my face.
Now enveloped by the soft, flowing fabric of her skirt, I grab her thighs and pull her into my face. I instantly latch onto her clit, her legs buckling. I give a firm tap to the back of both knees, and her legs weaken further—it causes her to practically sit on my face, succumbing to the mercy of my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
God? Not quite.
Her throaty speech only makes me grip her ass and suck harder. I want to feel her arousal seeping down my chin in an uncontrollable stream, just like it did when I devoured her on my bike. I know that she’s turned on, but I want proof.
Slick, wet proof.
I hold her still with one hand, using my other to finger her. My tongue worms out to lick around her hole, and she spreads her legs even wider.
“Devon,” she mumbles, her thighs trembling against my ears.
“Watching you lose control is almost as hot as watching you try and gain it,” I say into her flesh. She reaches down and feels around the shelves under the counter until she finds my head.
Suddenly, the bell on the door rings loudly. We both freeze. I don’t doubt that my earlier threat is running through her head. If a customer comes to pay, it would be impossible for them to see me unless they stood behind the counter. It wouldn’t be impossible for them to see or hear Violet orgasm, though.
I expect her to pull away, kick me, stomp on me—anything to prevent me from feasting on her. She does nothing of the sort and instead, grips my head harder. The burning encourages me to maintain my painfully slow pace. With Violet’s hips rolling against my face in desperate urgency, I realize that she’s trying to speed things up.
She doesn’t want to stop.
She wants to cum.
Good girl.
Violet is getting tongue fucked into oblivion behind the cash register while a customer shops.
The risk of being caught probably adds to the pleasure, and I swipe my finger over a more forbidden hole on her body. She flinches hard and knocks over something on the counter.
“Shit,” she hisses. I’m assuming the customer is still browsing because I have yet to detect their approach.
“More, quickly,” Violet whimpers quietly. I can imagine her gripping the counter for dear life in both fear and pleasure.
My dick throbs, and I remove one hand from Violet’s ass so I can touch myself. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, groaning as I fist it. I’m so turned on, that after a few pumps I can feel myself on the edge already. I’m not one to cum so soon and Violet is seriously testing me.
I unhand myself, holding off on my own release to give my full attention to Violet.
Her thighs quiver violently as I lash at her with my tongue. She keels over at the waist, unable to support her own weight. I pull my mouth away so I can insert two fingers inside of her and talk her toward her orgasm in hushed whispers.
“Watch the customer on the cameras and tap my head when they’re coming, okay?” With most of her weight resting on my shoulders, her entire body moves when she nods her head.
“Don’t be scared of letting go, Violet. You know I’d never let someone else witness you breaking apart for me.” I kiss her clit, suck it lightly and then pull away.
“We just have to time it right. Do you think we can do that, Sweetness?” Her body moves again with the movement of her head, and I do the same kiss and suck to her center again.
“Can you see how your hips jerk faster when you’re close?” I ask, speeding up my fingers. Her reaction stays true to my words, paired with muted pants. “And then they rock when you’re not so close.” I slow my fingers down, and her hips move accordingly. “See?” I alternate between rapid motions and a leisurely tempo.
Regardless of the speed of my fingers, I make sure to massage them against her internal walls each time they are thoroughly inside of her.
“He’s coming…I’m coming.” She speaks in breathless pants. So quiet, that I almost miss her words.
I take that as my cue to stop playing around and fucking devour her. Uncaring if I can breathe or not, I pull her further into my face.
The sudden feel of my tongue against her takes her straight to an orgasm so intense, it catches me by surprise.
“Devon!” she grunts almost soundlessly, just as I hear the sound of a refrigerator closing. I don’t stop until I’ve licked my way through every single wave that rocks her body. As she comes down from her high, I hear footsteps approaching. Violet stands up immediately.
“Just this, please,” a male voice says.
“No problem,” Violet responds, impressively calm after just exploding on my face. “Four-eighty.”
“Do you take card payments?”
She clears her throat before speaking again. “Of course.”
I hear the beep of a card machine and retreating footsteps a few seconds later. The bell sounds to signal his departure, and I take it as my sign to get up. I’m not done yet. I want my release too.
I slide out from underneath Violet and stand behind her as she slumps over the counter, her forehead resting on the surface.
I hold her down by the nape of her neck and flip her skirt onto her back. A quiet moan releases itself from her throat.
Gripping my dick, I continue where I left off. It doesn’t take me long to cum with this view of her bare ass. On the final pump of my hand, my release surges out of the head of my cock.
I watch as it trickles down from her ass cheeks onto her thighs. She gasps at the sensation and her head begins to lift. I quickly pull down the bottom of my ski mask, noticing the absurdity of me choosing to cover my face first and my exposed cock second.
She gapes at me, desire clouding her eyes as she watches me pat down her skirt over my mess. I then grab my helmet and storm toward the gas station exit, leaving her drenched in my cum just as a car pulls into the lot.
“Oh,” I call when I reach the door. “Don’t even think about wiping that off until you finish your shift.”
“What—”
“See you soon, Sweetness.” Her mouth opens and closes, completely bewildered. I hold the door open for a customer who smiles at me politely, oblivious to what Violet and I are talking about.
Each step toward my bike feels mechanical, and turning on the engine seems to be the equivalent of being doused with a bucket of cold water. It washes me with the realization that I can’t keep playing this anonymous character anymore.
What was meant to be fun at first, has now turned tortuous. I now feel like I owe it to Violet to show my face after doing that to her.
I’m sure that nobody in their right mind goes from gifting the girl they’re obsessed with, to jerking off all over her backside in the span of several minutes.
Yeah, I’m not seeing her until I’m in an acceptable state of mind.
I don’t think taking the mask off will make a difference in how much we like each other. It’s so obvious that we view each other as more than friends. It seems stupid to carry this on.
Making my way home, I brainstorm all the possible ways I can execute the grand reveal. Maybe a cute picnic date or a nice meal out?
No…it all seems so lackluster.
My brain is wracking with ideas all the way home. I notice Micah’s car outside when I pull up to the house. Micah’s a great guy. He’s outgoing, loud, and intense. Unfortunately, that isn’t the type of energy I need right now when I have plans to make regarding my face.
“Dev, you coming to brunch tomorrow?” Micah booms the second I step into the house. He’s stuffing his face with eggs as Kas hunches over the stove cooking breakfast. “A get-together before I fly back out,” he adds.
“Yeah, sure,” I say, my answer blunter than intended with the exhaustion from my lack of sleep starting to hit. The only thing keeping me awake right now is the smell of Kas’ cooking.
“Freya’s coming too. You remember that girl that got fucked over by Connor when he tried selling at my party one time?”
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” I reply, pulling out a chair at the table.
“She’s a friend of mine. She had short red hair and was with the hot girl with long black hair at the party the other day.” Violet was with a girl with short red hair for most of the party. Now Micah’s got my attention.
“Oh, right,” I reply in a tight voice, trying not to swing at Micah for calling Violet hot.
“Yeah, Violet is her name…I think. Freya is bringing her to brunch.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Unless I decide not to go to this brunch, Violet will see what I look like. I was thinking that I’d take her out and show my face. Maybe I can catch her off guard now. Kas watches me carefully as he plates up some eggs, turning away when he notices me looking at him.
I know he’s onto me because he saw me trailing Violet at the party and nearly blew my cover.
“Message me the details and I’ll be there. Kas, can you give me a ride? I don’t fancy taking my bike.” I always fancy taking my bike, but I don’t want Violet spotting it again.
“Alright, I’ve gotta run. Thanks for breakfast, Kas. Also, don’t mention Connor around Freya,” Micah says, standing up and slapping his hand into my palm as he leaves. Kas takes Micah’s now vacant seat and passes me a plate of food, leaving us to eat breakfast together.
I watch Kas gobble up several mouthfuls of egg—the guy must eat at least a carton a day. He throws me a few glances between chews. The same glances he’s been giving me every day since the party.
“Right, spit it out Kacper,” I say, disregarding his nickname and breaking the silence between us. Kas holds up his hand whilst he finishes chewing, then asks his burning question.
“Why was a girl looking for you at the party, and why were you sneaking around her the entire time?” His knife scrapes across his plate and it makes my teeth hurt. The high-pitch noise fills the void of silence in the room as I try to come up with an answer that doesn’t make me sound insane.
“I wouldn’t call it sneaking,” I utter, cutting up my own food.
“She asked me if I had seen you, and you stood behind her flapping your arms at me,” Kas grunts, shoveling eggs onto a slice of toast.
“That’s because I had to be stealthy, we have an unconventional relationship.”
Kas nods hesitantly. “Unconventional…right.”
“She’s never seen my face,” I blurt out in a desperate attempt at trying to justify my actions. Kas stops chewing and looks at me like I’m an idiot.
“Wait, is this who you’ve been seeing when you go for your night rides?”
“Yep,” I chirp. I can’t help but smile.
“And she’s never seen your face?”
“Never took off my ski mask in front of her.” Kas rolls his eyes, but doesn’t ask any more questions.
“She will see your face at the brunch. You can’t eat with your ski mask on,” he says, his speech slowing toward the end as if speaking to a toddler.
“Exactly.” Kas shakes his head and releases an amused huff.
“Good luck.” Kas is the complete opposite of me when it comes to women. He’s almost caveman-like. He fucks women without uttering so much as hello and goodbye.
Within the fight community, it’s somewhat of a bet to see what woman will crack his hard exterior. I’ve known Kas for over ten years, and I’ve not seen him show an active interest in any person aside from one girlfriend he had for a day in middle school.
Whilst I’ve only known Violet for a few weeks or so, I’m sure the idea of what’s happening between us is completely foreign to Kas. I know that as much as he wants to deny it, a small part of him is excited to see it unfold tomorrow. Even though I’ve enjoyed this masked business, I’m excited too.