I take a gasped breath and clear my throat again, quickly shaking my head. “No, thank you.” My voice is breathy even to my own ears, and I find Oli’s wrist and clamp it like a vice as his finger slips under my panties. “I’m fine. We’re good. You can go. Thank you.”
“Are you sure?” The waitress tips her head, and oh, god, she’s not leaving, and Oli isn’t stopping. “It’s no trouble, we have a few spares.”
It takes all my willpower to keep my face neutral as I blink at her, and Oli’s finger prods lightly at my quickly gathering wetness.
“Nope, no, I don’t want one. Thanks.”
The pad of his finger slides up and down along the seam of my pussy, and I want nothing more than to grind against his hand. His eyes are entirely on me now as his thumb makes a gentle landing by my clit.
“Alright, then,” the waitress chirpily replies with a shrug. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Right, will do,” I choke out. Oli nuzzles his flat nose against my cheek, his warm, gold hoop smooth against my skin as he starts circling his thumb beside my clit again.
The waitress leaves and I turn a glare on the man who’s locked me against his chest and skyrocketed my pleasure quicker than I’ve ever experienced, all while someone was unsuspectingly witnessing it.
“Oli,” I hiss, and even though I’m still gripping his wrist I don’t pull him away as his thumb continues to move. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Mmm,” he hums as his nose snuffles its way to my ear. “Perhaps.”
I pull back and open my mouth to berate him, to tell him he could have waited, but as we lock eyes, he curls his finger suddenly into me, all while his thumb never stops circling, and the only sound that falls from my lips is a gasp.
Something about his expression melts as he watches me, features softening as his eyes dart back and forth between mine, drinking in my response, and he whispers, “Beautiful.”
His thumb finds a steady rhythm to match the languid way he starts to pump his finger slowly in and out of me. I can feel the muscles of his forearm shifting, and my thighs tense, squeezing him as I desperately try to stop myself from rocking along with him.
The fact that I can’t move in case anyone notices what’s going on heightens every little twitch he makes inside me. He feels incredible. I’ve never felt so sensitive in my life, and soon my breaths are falling in quiet little gasps as a tight coil of pleasure builds within me.
“I… Oli…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice rich and deep, and he starts to pick up the tempo, his thumb moving more rapidly as he adds another finger. “Nobody can see a thing.”
“Mmm.” That’s my best attempt to hide a moan as he draws attention to our public display, and he notices, his free hand sliding down from my waist to grip tightly at my ass.
“You like that, hmm?” he practically drawls, and he nudges my face to the side with his nose, so I’m forced to look out at all the patrons surrounding us. Nobody’s near us, but nobody’s all that far away, either. His hot breath tickles my neck, and his voice dips as he continues against my ear. “The fact that you’re being such a naughty girl, right here in public, without anybody noticing a thing? You’re flooding my palm, darling. You do like it, don’t you.”
I gasp, squeezing my thighs together. I feel like I can’t breathe, trying desperately to keep myself quiet.
“Oli, I… I’m…”
“You’re going to come.”
Jesus, I am. It’s barely been any time at all, but the pleasure is building within me so potently, so quickly, I’m afraid I’m going to reach the crescendo any second now. He nudges my chin with his nose again until I’m looking at him, and though I’m losing focus I stare into his brown eyes, my brows furrowed and my breath barely escaping me.
“Can you keep quiet?” he asks, his gaze bright as he starts to curl his fingers more deliberately. “Can you keep your sweet little sounds a secret? Or will the entire courtyard hear you when you come for me?”
I whimper and drop my forehead to his, a desperate tension clenching every fiber of my being. His lips brush tenderly against mine, and I snake a hand up to his chest, digging my nails into him as his thumb begins to practically vibrate against me, matched by the quickened movement of his two thick fingers inside me.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”
“Yes,” he breathes back. “Please, darling, come. I need to feel you.” Another brush of his mouth against mine, and then he suckles my bottom lip and bites down, just hard enough to send a zing of sensation through me and tip me over the edge. I bury my face into his neck and curl in on myself as a wave of pure bliss lashes through me, bursting out across my body, and I do everything to contain my sounds and remain still.
His arm once more curls tightly around me, pressing me into him as his fingers continue to pump and his thumb to draw the quickest little circles. Just when I think I’m going to come down, he jerks his hand suddenly and one last spike of pleasure rips through me, surprising a squeak out of me, and I bite down into his neck to stop more noises.
His chest vibrates with a low, quiet moan at that, his arm tightening further as he drops his face down to place a kiss on my shoulder, where his jacket has partially fallen away.
I take in a deep, ragged breath as the last of my orgasm fades, and flop loosely into him.
“Are you… trying to… kill me?” I pant, as he draws his jacket back over my shoulder.