“I want to flaunt you. Make you come so hard, everyone within two blocks hears you scream my name. But I want to do it my way.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a yellow silk scarf.
“Really?” I ask. “I mean, I get the whole blindfold thing, but yellow? It’s probably see-through.”
“Let me put it on you and find out.”
I throw up my hands, unimpressed. Mateo’s ten years on me have not gone unnoticed. He’s got a lot more experience than I do in the sexual imagination department. “Give it your best shot, cowboy.”
He chuckles as he places the soft silk over my eyes and ties it tight at the back of my head. “Now follow me.”
“Wait, we’re not going outside.”
“Define outside.”
“Mateo—”
“Shannon—”
“I don’t want to fuck in the front yard.”
“You do,” he whispers, biting my ear again. “Trust me.”
When he says trust me he really means it. It’s not a flippant joke or something casual. He’s serious. He’s asked me to trust him a lot over the past few months. “Fine.” I give in. I always give in.
He takes my hand again and leads me forward, flipping out all the lights in the house as we pass through rooms. The scarf is see-through, but only when the lights are on. So by the time we make our way to the front of the house, I can’t see shit. It’s got to be past eleven at night right now, and the porch light isn’t on when we cross over the threshold, him giving me a little warning about the lip of wood trim that separates the house from the porch.
“Does this excite you?” I ask. “Fucking me on the porch in the dark?”
“Should I turn the lights on?”
“No.” I laugh.
“Then don’t jump to conclusions about what we’re doing.”
I bite my lip, nervous. What did I agree to this time?
“Stand right here.”
I take a deep breath and let it out as I listen to the creak of the screen door on the porch. “Mateo?”
“Don’t move,” he orders me. But he’s not on the porch, he’s out in the yard. And the screen door is still open because I never heard it slam shut.
“What are you doing?” I whisper. But he’s either ignoring me or he’s not close enough to hear.
His footsteps get louder as he comes back up the stairs and passes me, his hands on my shoulders as he gently moves me aside and then flips a switch.
The front yard lights up. “Oh, my God, what the hell are you doing?”
“Quiet,” he says. “I want you absolutely quiet until you can’t stop yourself from screaming my name.”
“That’s never gonna happen.”
“So you say now. And don’t worry, I might want to fuck in public, but the whole point is to never let anyone see you but me. The lights are on the flower bed, not the porch.”
He’s right, I realize. I’m not lit up, I’m in the shadows. In fact there’s just enough light to—“Hey.” I squint my eyes at the dark shadow of his body as he walks down towards the street. “Where are you going?” I call. What the fuck? I want to take this blindfold off and see what the hell he’s up to, but I don’t want to spoil the game just yet.
A few seconds later his shadow jogs back towards me.
“Where did you go?”
“I was checking something across the street.” He closes the front door to the house and pushes me up against it. “A tripod, Shannon. I put a camera across the street zooming in on you.”
Fuck.
There’s plenty of cars going by on Broadway, so if anyone was looking real hard, they could probably see me. But it’s late, so not many people.
He places something cold and hard in my hand. “Take it,” he says.
It’s a vibrator. The one we use to play. He loves to watch me masturbate. Especially when I’m in my bedroom at home. And even though he doesn’t watch every night, I put on a show for him anyway. I’m like a fucking nympho these days. And when he doesn’t fuck me, I’m desperate for an orgasm when I get home. Every once in a while he texts me a picture that he took while he was watching.
It makes me wet. Right now. It makes me wet just thinking about what he’s doing.
“Get off,” he whispers in my ear. “Right here, on my porch. With the screen door open and the camera rolling. I’m going to sit on the chair off to the side and do the same. And then I’m going to take you inside, play it back on the bedroom TV, and make you come again.”
I take a deep, deep breath.
“Begin.”
I press the controls on the vibrator until it’s at full power, and then I place it between my legs, pressing it into my folds and letting out a sigh. All I hear are the cars and Mateo’s breath hitching up a notch, but the thumping in my own chest soon drowns out those sounds.