Page 125 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Try me,” I taunt, knowing that it will make him keep going.
His finger keeps teasing, giving me only a little at a time. I scoot my hips forward an inch, trying to get more contact between his fingers and my clit.
“You want more, baby?” He asks.
I nod.
“How bad?”
“So bad,” I whine.
He moves down and pushes just inside my entrance, still not giving me what I crave.
“You’re already so fucking wet.” His words come out almost as a growl.
“Well, yeah. You’re fingering me under the table.”
“Oh, so you want to get mouthy?” He asks starting to pull his hand away.
“No, I’m sorry!”
Thankfully, he goes back to doing what he was doing before, and this time, he gives me a little bit more. The pad of his finger applies a bit more pressure to my clit. I do my hardest to stay still and not let anyone know what’s happening.
But the thought of someone seeing us makes this whole thing that much hotter. Knowing that we could get caught at any moment has my heart racing.
Drew starts whispering again. “Do you know how much I’ve missed this pussy?”
“How much?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. How many times do you want me to make you come tonight?”
“A lot,” I say. “As many times as you can.”
“Do you want me to make you come right here, right now?”
I nod.
“What if someone sees?” He asks.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? The fact that someone could see you putting on a show? I can tell by how wet you are. You fucking love this.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Well, as much as I aim to please, I don’t share, baby. I don’t want anyone else seeing the faces you make when I make you come, so I suggest you don’t let anyone know what’s happening.”
Why is it so fucking hot when he goes all dominant? Usually, a man tells me what to do, and I tell him to go fuck himself. When Drew does it during anything, I’m like a dog in heat.
He asks, “So, are you going to stay calm and not let anyone know what I’m doing to you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The waitress comes over to ask if we want a refill on our drinks. I think that Drew is going to move his hand away with her standing over us, but he doesn’t. Instead, he applies even more pressure and makes it feel even better.
Cool as a cucumber, Drew answers, “I’d love another drink. Thank you.”
