Go with him—see where this leads. "He’s confident, and there’s something undeniably attractive about that. Maybe it’s time to stop overthinking and just let things happen. After all, it’s been a year."

I watched as he walked away, his broad shoulders tense, his stride confident. I knew I should say no, should call an Uber like I had planned. But there was something about the way he walked, something that made me want to follow him.

"So, Aiko, tell me about yourself," he said, his voice casual as we walked towards the parking lot. "What do you do for a living?"

I hesitated for a moment, my eyes on his back as he walked ahead of me. "I'm a graphic designer," I said, my voice steady as I caught up to him. "I'm studying at a local art school." I saw the way his shoulders relaxed at my response, the way his steps slowed slightly.

"That's interesting," he said, his voice genuinely curious. "What kind of things do you design?"

"I design logos, branding materials, sometimes I do social media content," I said, my voice gaining confidence as I spoke about my passion. "I love creating visual identities for businesses. There's something satisfying about seeing a brand come to life through design."

"That's really impressive, Aiko," he said, his voice sincere. "You clearly have a talent for it."

We reached his car, a sleek, black sedan that gleamed under the carnival lights. He unlocked it, opening the passenger door for me. As I slid into the seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I was alone with a man I barely knew, in his car, away from the safety of the carnival.

"Thank you," I murmured as he closed the door behind me, the sound of the lock clicking into place making my heart pound in my chest. He slid into the driver's seat, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light of the car. "You know, Aiko," he said, his voice low and husky, "I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

"About Yumi being all hot and bothered," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can't stop thinking about it. Can you?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into his eyes. "Yes, I can," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. "I can think about other things." But as I said the words, I couldn't stop thinking about Yumi, about the way he had looked at her, about the way he had wanted her.

Deion chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Well, i can't, Aiko," he said, his voice low as he turned his attention back to the road. "And I have a way to prove it." I watched in shock as he reached down, his hand fumbling with his zipper before pulling out his cock, hard and throbbing.

I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Put that away, Deion. This is… this is crazy." I felt a sense of unease wash over me, a feeling that this was all wrong, all too dangerous.

"We met on Tinder for a reason, Aiko," he said, his voice laced with a challenge. "But you wanted to leave, and yet here I am, driving you home. The least you could do is return the favor."

I glanced at his cock, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in its size, its thickness. It was large, pulsating with need, a testament to his desire. I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to process the situation.

"You know, Aiko, seeing you in that top, your stomach bare, your cleavage on display, it's driving me crazy," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look so fucking hot, I can't help but want you."

I watched as Deion slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, the streetlights casting eerie shadows on his face. The car came to a halt in a quiet, deserted street, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what he was doing.

I was dressed in a simple, black crop top that left a sliver of my midriff bare, the hem riding up slightly as I sat in the car. The top was low-cut, the neckline dipping dangerously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. My jeans were tight, hugging my legs and accentuating my curves. As I turned to look at Deion, I realized he was staring at my chest, his eyes dark with desire.

"You know, Aiko, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and husky as he turned to face me. "There's no harm in a little… gratitude, is there?" His eyes flicked down to my chest, lingering on my cleavage.

"Looking at you, Aiko, it's driving me crazy," he said, his voice low and laced with desire. "You're so fucking hot, I can't help but want you. And I think you want me too."

"I've always wanted to fuck a Japanese girl," he said, his voice laced with a hunger that made my stomach twist. "And you're just the type, Aiko. So sweet, so innocent. I bet you'd feel so good, so tight."

"Come on, Aiko, touch me," he said, his voice low and husky as he guided my hand to his cock. "Show me how grateful you are for the ride."