Page 82 of Spin The Bottle
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so responsive.” Another brush against my panties, harder this time, pressing against my clit. “And so wet already,” he whispers, running his finger along the damp underwear.
My hands grip his arm, pleading with him with my eyes, but my hips involuntarily scoot closer to his hand.My body is a traitor.“You want me to stop?” he asks, moving his hand back to my leg.
Hell no. I want his hands on me no matter how risky it may be. I reach underneath the table, moving his hand back into place, letting out a breathy moan, biting my lip to stifle any noise when his fingers press against my clit.
His grin only turns me on that much more. “You’re a little daredevil,” he whispers, tracing my pussy over my underwear. “What if we get caught?” he teases, raising his eyebrow.
“I don’t care.”
He hums, moving the cloth to the side and runs his middle finger along my slit, covering it with my arousal. I spread my legs for him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with me.
“Wider. Let me feel how much you want me.”
God, he’s going to kill me, right here in front of these people. I do what he says though, opening myself wider for him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when his thumb comes into play, rubbing circles against my clit.
I bite down on my lip, hard. “Aiden,” I whisper, gripping his arm. “I can’t keep quiet.”
“Who said I’m going to let you come?” My eyes widen as I look up at him. His laughter makes his hand move against me, and I groan when it rubs against my sensitive, swollen clit. “I just want to tease you,” he says. “A little preview for what’s in store tonight.”
“Can we leave right now?” I gasp when his finger penetrates me, fitting inside my wet center.
He shakes his head, pulling his finger out halfway and thrusting in again. My legs clamp shut around his arm, silently begging myself to keep it together. “We still have a dinner to get through,” he says, thrusting in again.
A small moan escapes me, and my eyes widen, looking around the room. We’re sitting pretty far back, so someone catching us is unlikely, but just the thought has me contracting around his finger, which makes him groan.
“I think you like the idea of someone catching you with my fingers stuffed in your cunt,” he says, thrusting another finger along with the first. “You want them to know how much you want my cock right now?” He leans down to kiss my jaw. “How wet your pussy is for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling the arousal build inside my stomach. Fuck, it feels so good.
He hums, pulling all the way out of me. “Can’t let that happen,” he murmurs. “Only I can know what you sound like when you’re about to come.” He licks his fingers clean, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “And what you taste like.”
My clit throbs harder, wanting—needing—his hands back on me. “Aiden,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Eat your food, Leila,” he says, picking up his fork, a mischievous grin on his lips. “You’ll need the energy later.”
27
Happy birthday
I can’t keep my hands off her.
I won’t lie and say I’ve tried. I haven’t. I don’t want to. I want to keep touching her until all my senses are consumed with her and only her. Until I can think of nothing else but this beautiful girl beside me.
That Uber ride was pure agony, not being able to touch her the whole time, having to keep my hands to myself knowing that if I didn’t, I’d be giving our poor driver a show he didn’t bargain for.
The elevator barely shuts when I grip her waist and pull her back into me, laying a kiss on the top of her head. She drops her head onto my chest and my hands hold on to her hips, when I brush her hair to one side, pressing my lips against the small black ink I love on her.
“You owe me an orgasm,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me when we walk out of the elevator.
I chuckle, grabbing hold of her hand and head down the hallway. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll make you come so many times, you won’t even remember your name when I’m done with you.”
Her breath hitches, lips parting slightly. I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I also don’t want to ruin the surprise, which is exactly why, as soon as the door shuts behind us, I grip her ass in my hands and lift her off the ground, wrapping her legs around me.
She gasps, pushing at my chest. “Aiden. Put me down.”
“No fucking way.” I love having her in my arms.
“I’m heavy.”
