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My lungs emptyas I exhale. Nerves rise up in my stomach. My heart thuds against my chest.
It is freeing asking for exactly what I want.
He presses his fingertips into the back of my head. "After you come on my hand."
Warmth spreads through my cheeks and chest. "Here?" I blink my eyes open, suddenly acutely aware of every single person in the room. At least thirty. Maybe more.
"Here." Pete plays with the hem of my skirt as he sucks on my earlobe.
"What if someone sees?" A shudder runs down my spine as his fingertips brush my thigh. I'm quickly losing interest in potential consequences.
"Won't let that happen."
He pushes my panties aside.
But he doesn't touch me. Not yet.
My thighs shake with anticipation. I need him touching me. It's terrifying how badly I need him touching me.
I nod a yes. Mumble some collection of vowels that doesn't sound anything like a word.
His expression gets intense. He wants this as badly as I do.
Yes. Here. Now. A deep breath pushes my anxiety aside. I care more about him touching me than I do about the consequences.
I spread my legs wider. He slips his hand into my panties, his fingers skimming my sex.
Yes. I sigh with relief.
"Lift your hips," he whispers.
I do. His eyes fix on mine as he pulls my panties to my knees.
My sex clenches. I need to do something to contain myself or I'm going to scream all sorts of things. I untuck his button up shirt. Then my hands are under it, my palms against the hard muscles of his stomach.
His free hand goes to my wrist. He drags my hand to his knee. Then up, up, up, until I'm cupping him over his jeans.
He's hard.
"Keep it there." He groans as his fingers skim my sex. "Close your eyes."
This time, I don't object. I want what he's offering. I want all my senses tuned to him. I want every other thought erased.
My eyelids press together. The sounds of the room—the guitar, the trumpet, the conversation—blur into white noise. Our breath comes into focus. His is smooth. Mine is strained.
He groans against my neck as he slides his thumb over my clit.
God yes.
I shift, leaning towards him, turning my back to the room. I'm defenseless. No way to tell if someone is approaching. If we're going to get caught.
I trust him to make sure that doesn't happen.
It's terrifying how much I trust him.
He strokes me. I kiss him. Rub my palm against his erection. The jeans are in the way.
