Page 37 of Tricky Girls

‘Just my whole family.’ I grin back.

‘Hmm. I’m gonna be unpicking that later too.’ She glances at the stage again. ‘But I don’t wanna be talking about family right now.’

‘What would you rather talk about?’ I straighten up, affecting outrage. ‘Kinda rude you’ve not even asked me how big my dick is yet.’

Her eyes meet mine again, that brief emptiness in them gone. ‘I’ve already seen it, remember?’

‘Not this one.’

‘Alright. I bite. How impressive is it?’

Putting my arm around the back of the booth, I slide over to her. ‘Can cop a feel if you want.’

I’m fully expecting her to push me away, to call me vulgar and tell me to stop. But she doesn’t. She puts her drink down, turning on the bench to face me.

‘Go on then.’

I hesitate. ‘Really?’

‘Yep. Really.’ She’s smiling all weird, clearly drunk and maybe about to call my bluff.

But I’m not about to let her do that.

Despite facing the stage and half of Hazelhurst who’ve turned out to watch their favourite student band, the table and dim lighting has us well covered.

Covered enough to unzip my trousers and guide her hand inside.

I hold my breath, unable to breathe even if I wanted to. Her eyes are still on mine, but they bounce to my crotch as her fingers curl around the dildo.

‘Ridged,’ she murmurs.

My throat bobs. ‘For your pleasure.’

She tilts her head. ‘Purple?’

‘Mm-hm.’

Glancing back up, she smiles. ‘My favourite colour.’

‘Yeah, I knew that.’

Her breath gusts over my face as she laughs. ‘Liar.’

Almost unconsciously, she begins pumping the shaft with that little hand of hers. My eyelids grow heavy each time the base pushes against my clit.

I’m getting wet. I can feel it, that heaviness gathering low in my gut.

Wet for this girl, and this girl only.

It occurs to me that I’ve not even glanced at another since Halloween. Granted, that’s not been that long, but I’ve been to the gym and to Vipers since. I’ve had looks, some obvious come ons. And none of it touched me.

But Tilda…

She pushes a bit too hard and my whole cunt clenches, making me groan.

In the next breath I have her up against the back of the booth, her wandering hand gripped hard in mine. ‘Carry on and I’ll be pushing you down on this bench and fucking you in front of everyone.’

She bites her lip to stop a grin. ‘I’m almost drunk enough to let you.’ She puts her hand on my chest.‘Almost.’

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