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You’ve had enough of shopping for one day, but Felix drags you into the next store, promising it’s the last one. “Just these pants, please!” he pleads with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, soft lips leaning in to peck your cheek. “I want to get your opinion on them before I buy them.”
That is the problem, though. He’s been dragging you to stores all day so you can look at him trying clothes on and you copped a feel in every single fitting room you’ve walked into, loving the way these new clothes fit him, but preferring him when he took the clothes off.
Your boyfriend doesn’t really get what kind of an effect he has on you, even though you’ve been together for a long time now. You always try your best to show him he gets you horny without trying by complimenting him, letting him know you’re thinking about it, voicing just how attractive you find him. These observations of yours, little signals you send, even the smacks to his ass or touches to his crotch fly over Felix’s head, and he just thinks of it as you teasing him or trying to make him shy in public.
And today’s just one of those days where he is completely oblivious to the fact you’re wet in the mall. It’s all his fault, though. When you were in the first store, he let you watch him undress, and you couldn’t stop staring at his body, completely forgetting you were there to give an opinion on the outfit he was trying out. His soft but muscly physique was too distracting.
“What do you think?” Felix asked once he donned the tights pants and t-shirt, and all you could do was swallow the drool that pooled in your mouth and nod.
“It looks perfect, baby,” you said softly. “Fits you just right. The pants make your ass look nice.”
“Please,” Felix shook his head and pulled the curtain all the way to the end, shielding himself from your gaze as he changed clothes. You wouldn’t think of trying to get in when he closed the curtain—you respected his privacy, even if you wanted nothing more than to jump the man.
When he left the fitting room, you moved in closer and kissed him, not caring who could see you. The two of you weren’t exactly big on PDA like kissing or, God forbid, making out in public. Felix would never , always so prim and proper, never wanting to make others feel uncomfortable. However, he did hold your hand in public and if he didn’t, it was always on the small of your back or around your shoulders. So, you knew the kiss would get him a bit flustered, which it did, judging by the way he cleared his throat and looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone had noticed.
So, you left it at that, not wanting to embarrass him further, but every time he tried something else on, you got more frustrated. It was ovulation week, so you were already horny from the second you woke up. Seeing your extremely attractive boyfriend half-naked in front of you at least ten times today didn’t really help, which is why you smacked his butt a couple of times, which he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he pretended to mumble something at you, but his lips quivered into a smile.
The fourth store you went into was practically empty, so you used the chance to go into the fitting room with Felix and cup his dick over his pants, getting a good squeeze. “These make your dick look great.”
After hearing you say that, your boyfriend rested his head on the fitting room wall behind him and gulped loudly. “Baby…” he spoke in a tone that sounded like he was giving you a warning. “Anyone can see us.”
“I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, but not before you noticed him getting harder under your palm. “You’re just too fucking hot.”
Felix laughed at that, a tinge of color painting his cheeks red as he took your compliment in. “Stop,” he muttered sheepishly and made his way to the register, clearly deciding the buy the pants that made his bulge stand out, as you nicely out it.
So now that you’re being dragged into one more store, you can’t promise your mind won’t take you there again, especially when Felix tells you he wants to try on another pair of pants, this time sweatpants, which always accentuate all the right places. You can’t promise to behave, which is what you tell him as you walk into the fitting room and notice there’s no one around. It’s an expensive store and it’s a Tuesday morning, most people aren’t going around shopping.
“You’ll have to,” he tries to sound all serious and tough, which isn’t exactly hard considering the type of voice he has. Still, as soon as you pout, Felix bursts into laughter and all the toughness goes right out the window. “Can’t get caught getting handsy.”
“What are they gonna do, call the cops because I’m touching my boyfriend where no one can see unless they come and look?” you bat your lashes at him and place a hand on your hip, not going down without a fight.
You’re right, and Felix doesn’t want to admit that, so he simply pretends he saw a great pair of pants and ignores you whining. When you go to the fitting room, it’s completely empty—not one person is in there with you two, so Felix doesn’t pull the curtain all the way to the end of the rod, letting you get a good look at his body.
“Oh wow, I get my own little show,” you chuckle and sit down, knowing you’ll be there for a while since Felix brought in more than a couple of pairs. “You’re being so naughty today, Felix…”
It’s a harmless joke, but it makes your boyfriend blush and shake it off with a giggle. The sweatpants look just as amazing as you knew they would, which you tell them. When you compliment him, Felix turns to face you, thanking you with a smile, but your eyes immediately fly down to his crotch, instantly noticing that he’s sporting an erection.
“You really do like those pants,” you try to joke about it, but you’re practically drooling because the thin and soft material of the sweats accentuates the curve of his thick cock just right.
“It’s your comments that I like,” he tells you in a panic as he tries to cover the outline of his dick with both hands. “Do you like them?”
“I love them.” You wink at him, which makes Felix shake his head.
“No, seriously,” he pleads. “Your opinion?”
“They look great , and not just because you’re hard right now,” you say teasingly before tonguing your cheek. “Can I help you with that?”
“With what?” Oh, sweet, innocent Felix, who wouldn’t recognize an offer for sex if it was spelled out for him.
So, you do exactly that when you lower your voice and say, “With your erection.”
He stops moving for a second and locks eyes with you as his mouth slightly open. However, he closes it soon with a loud gulp. “We can’t,” Felix hisses through his teeth. “It’s not… right.”
“No one’s around,” you shrug and get up, deciding to join him in the fitting room stall. It’s a nice store, so there’s a small bench inside, which you use to sit, taking Felix by surprise.
Without a word, he gulps and looks down at you. “Baby… Really?”
“You don’t want to?” Even though you’re so horny for him, your pussy is throbbing on its own, you aren’t about to try to make your boyfriend do something that doesn’t feel right for him. At the end of the day, you can make it until he takes you back to your place and fucks you stupid.
“I do,” his voice is so low now when he speaks, and it sends chills down your spine. “I just… Am scared .” The last part comes out as a whisper.
“Of someone catching us?” You stand up and wrap your arms around Felix’s waist, pulling him in for a peck. When you give him one, you don’t pull away but stay close to him so you can whisper at each other.
“Yes,” he breathes and pecks you back lightly, which instantly makes you feel better. If your idea is going to make your boyfriend panic, it’s not a good one and you’re not going to pursue it. “Not because of me.”
“Because of me ?” you suggest, unsure if that’s what he means. Why would he be scared for you if someone catches you?
“I don’t want anyone to see you naked or embarrass you in public,” Felix pauses to clear his throat and quickly continues, “I don’t care if they see me, but I… Am an idiot and feel the need to protect you from people ogling, is all. I know you don’t need my protection or anything like th—”
He’s rambling at this point, clearly overthinking it, so you interrupt him with a peck. “Baby, don’t worry about that,” you say softly, hoping your voice would calm him down. “Nobody is going to see us. There are no other customers. Even if there were, there are 20 fitting rooms here. Why would they want to enter the only one that’s occupied?”
“You’re right,” Felix nods at you with a long sigh. “I know you’re right about that and I do really want to touch you. But we can’t stay in here for long, which means I can’t prep you.”
Prep ! You almost scoff at your boyfriend at this point. What prep? You’ve been on the edge of your seat all day as you followed him around and got sneak peeks of his body throughout the morning, knowing you can just look but never touch, not if you don’t want o make him uncomfortable.
“No prep needed,” you explain, which makes Felix’s head move back and cock to the side as he eyes you questioningly. “I am so wet for you already.”
“No prep?” Felix seems surprised by that so he repeats your words as if that will suddenly illuminate him. Clearly, it doesn’t, so he questions, “You will just take it like this? Are you sure?”
He’s as sweet as ever, and you can’t get mad at him for it. Felix is the type of guy who doesn’t want to have sex unless he goes down on you or at least fingers you before, always wanting to make sure you’re stretched and turned on enough to take his cock without feeling any pain. He doesn’t get any pleasure from seeing you wince when it hurts. Quite the opposite, it upsets him seeing you that way. Sex brings a lot of pleasure to Felix, and he isn’t accepting anything less for you, which is why prep is his whole thing.
“Baby, I don’t need prep every single time,” you inform him, which comes as a shock to your boyfriend. “Do I fucking love it? Absolutely, I’d let you go down on me whenever, but at this point, it’s not a necessity. We have sex often, I’m used to it, and I’ve been horny all morning since you’re looking extra hot today.”
“Please,” he looks away with a sheepish smile which quickly turns into a grin. “You’re always full of compliments for me, you spoil me.”
“You spoil me right back,” you say before kissing him, this time using tongue, finally getting to taste him properly. “Which is why I want to reward you.”
“With sex here?” Felix asks as if he’s not sure what you’re referring to, like you haven’t made it crystal clear. You’ve been practically drooling over the man all morning, sneaking looks at him, copping a feel here and there to have something to go on until you go home and finally get your hands on him.
“Wherever you want.” You’re shameless at this point, letting your hand wander to the front of his pants and cup his cock, which is hard for you. “If you want to wait until we get to mine, I’m fine with that too. I’ll stay ready.”
“ God ,” Felix grunts and leans in, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth, gently biting into the plush flesh before releasing it. “You’re trying to get me to come right here, huh?”
“You can come inside of me,” you offer with a grin, knowing very well it’s something Felix absolutely loves doing. Your tempting offer flips a switch inside of him—his eyes widen completely and grow dark, hands latching onto your ass, fingers sinking into it.
“You’re really that horny?” Felix asks as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck and gently lifts your dress over your hips so he can touch it without the material getting in the way, his lips finding your neck.
“You’ve been killing me today,” you admit and buck your hips into his, lips on your neck already sending you into a frenzy—you are finally getting to feel him. “Let’s not waste time and get caught.”
With that, you turn around, lower your underwear until it reaches your knees, and lean forward against the wall, hands resting on it. It’s the perfect position for him to fuck you with ease, which you know he’ll use well. Felix doesn’t waste time, never has, so he gets out of the sweatpants which he still hasn’t bought and can’t possibly stain with your mixed juices and lower his boxers just enough to get his dick out. “What a nice sight,” you hear him mutter to himself.
You hear him spit on himself quietly, despite you saying you don’t need any kind of prep. While he’s getting his dick wet, Felix uses two fingers to run up and down your slit, testing the waters. The second he circles around your entrance, you hear him hiss.
“You weren’t lying when you said you were wet,” he hums in a low voice that practically makes you melt. Two of his fingers enter you and circle inside you for a couple of seconds until Felix decides you’re stretched out enough.
And then, you feel the tip entering you before Felix thrusts up and bottoms out easily, hands instantly wrapping around your body, his face right next to your neck so he can kiss it and whisper at you. “Mhmmm, fuck, so tight,” he whispers into your skin, his voice getting lower like he’s growling at you. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Me neither,” you admit, even if you’re the one who initiated the whole thing. It’s not because of you—no, you’re the adventurous type. It’s because of Felix and his anxiety of PDA, let alone getting caught with his dick in you in public like this. Yet, it also seems to be a turn-on because he’s rock hard and pushing into you like he’s been wanting to for hours. “You’re being so bad now.”
“Mhm,” he hums in agreement and sucks on your neck, one of his hands lowering down to rub your clit, which instantly gets you to clench around your boyfriend’s cock, making it feel even tighter than earlier. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“
You
feel good,” you tell him and push your ass back into him, allowing his dick to enter you fully. He’s never really had you from this position, but it somehow feels amazing and familiar, his dick burying into you fully with each thrust, hitting all the right spots. “All of you does. Been thinking about this all morning, Felix…”
“Me too”, he’s quick to admit with a light grunt, fingers rubbing circles into your clit, applying just enough pressure to get your whole body to clench. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You’re going to be quick today, no doubt about it. Sometimes, it takes longer or it just vanishes into thin air and you have to start again, but not today. No, today, you’re coming fast. The pent up frustration from watching Felix undress and dress all morning, from seeing that he’s hard and not being able to do a thing about it, from feeling his hands on you paired with the fact that you’re actually fucking in public for the first time is too much for your body to handle. It’s already buzzing with excitement by the time Felix starts licking your neck.
You’re both quiet, very much so, and it’s exactly the opposite of how things usually go with you two. But, something is arousing about the fact that you’re in this stall room and don’t know whether anyone’s around while Felix is shoving his thick cock into you from behind, getting even harder because of how wet this whole situation is getting you.
As he keeps pumping himself into you and rubbing your clit, you slowly let out whimpers and moans, nothing too loud—you don’t want to risk getting caught because you know Felix would beat himself up over it.
So you keep your mouth shut, kick your head back, and rest it against his shoulder while he nibbles on your neck and plays with your clit as he fucks you, hitting the same spot over and over again, humming against your neck. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet, I can’t take it,” he grunts, his voice lower than usual, stirring something inside of you. “Want to come so badly… Can’t believe we’re fucking like this, so dirty.”
“We are dirty,” you’re quick to respond, knowing this is probably what gets your boyfriend going here, this notion of doing something so wrong , something he definitely shouldn’t be doing even though his body needs it. “You’re being so bad, Felix… And you’re usually so sweet and nice and innocent… Who would think you’re into filling your girlfriend up in a store in the middle of the day?”
“Oh God,” Felix grunts lowly, his free hand moving up from your waist to your throat, gently squeezing it. “Babe, if you don’t shut up, I’ll blow instantly.”
That
does
get you to stop speaking but not to stop chuckling happily. You
are
happy to see him this way—Felix rarely loses self-control like this. He’s always composed and puts you first. Besides, you love the feeling of his pretty hand around your neck a bit too much. That, paired with the fact that he’s still fucking you so well despite being in such a tight space, short on time, unable to prep you like he wants to and having to keep his mouth shut is enough to get you to moan again, albeit softly.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” you say after a while, once you’re already approaching your high because of the rhythmic movements of both his hips and fingers. “Feel you in me… So fucking dirty, Felix, I didn’t think you were like this. Just a horny, horny guy… Acting like an animal in heat right now.”
The grip Felix has around your neck tightens as he grunts and starts pistoning into you. Even though his movements are now making some noise, your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “God, if you don’t stop right now, I’ll go hard on you,” he threatens but forgets that you don’t care about getting caught. If he goes hard, you’ll be shameless with your moans. “I’ll go so hard they’ll come in to check on you and they’ll find you screaming for my cock. Got it?”
“Yes, baby,” you chuckle but stop the second he smacks your clit.
Luckily, Felix goes back to rubbing it right after and that’s exactly what you need to come all over his cock, your teasing chuckle dispersing into miserable whines that make him bite down on your shoulder while you’re coming around him. He can feel it, you’re 100% sure, because your walls are clenching like crazy, the adrenaline from fucking in public kicking in, your orgasm rushing to your powerfully, quickly.
“Ah, fuck!” Felix mumbles against your skin and you feel him coming inside of you, burying himself to the hilt while he releases, his whole body clenched, arms holding you tight against him. “Take it now, all of it… For fucking teasing like that.”
You stay like that for a while longer—until Felix is done with his very shallow thrusts, until all of his cum is out, until he gets his breath back. When that happens, his hand moves down to your pussy to ensure nothing drips out of it while he removes his cock swiftly. Before you know it, he’s pulling your underwear up your legs and giving your ass a loud smack when done, completely forgetting about your surroundings.
The fact that he does that just makes you grunt and turn around to face him, painfully aware of the mess he’s made inside of you, the mess that’s slowly leaking down and pulling inside of your underwear. “Want to go to another store?”
Your boyfriend scoffs, now fully dressed and shaking his head at you. “Want to go home instead? I think I prefer it when you’re vocal.”