Page 89 of Show Me How
The only thing I can concentrate on is the slow drag of his fingers beneath my skirt to where I’m damp. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out at the ghost of a touch he gives me over my panties.
He waits until I’ve forced myself to slide the options on the screen one single time before grunting, “It’s not as public as I think you meant when you came up with your list, but it’s a good starting point. We’re not alone out here. The only thing keeping us from getting caught is a flimsy curtain.”
My teeth sink deeper into my cheek.
With his chin, Shade moves my hair from my shoulder to behind me, leaving my neck bare. He runs his finger up my centre, applying a bit more pressure while his mouth falls to my pulse point, parting his lips over it.
“If you want to stop, just say so. One word and we’ll stop and finish this somewhere more private.”
I shake my head, releasing my cheek long enough to refuse. “Don’t stop.”
He sucks lightly on my neck, dragging his teeth over the skin. The hand between my legs shifts, and then my panties are out of the way. My exhale is shaky, nearly a moan.
“You can be as loud or quiet as you want, princess. It’s your choice, but if you let those pretty sounds of yours out in the open, you have to be okay with what could happen.”
My thigh shakes where it’s draped over his, and I gasp, something about that threat tightening me up. I reach behind him to hold his shirt, trying to ground myself in case I start floating.
“Shit, you like the idea of that, don’t you?” he bites out, exhaling over the skin still wet from his mouth. “The idea of getting caught like this with your legs spread and wet pussy bared for anyone to see.”
His fingers glide through me, parting me where I ache and groaning lightly, finding the mess I’ve made already. There’s no point in wasting time denying what he said. It’s the truth.
My belly turns iron hot as I pull in long, heavy breaths and find myself on the screen again. It’s dirty, watching the flutter of my lashes and slack of my jaw as he touches me in here. I’m watching myself through someone else’s eyes right now, and I like what I see.
I whine when he sinks a finger inside of me. It takes everything in me to try and trap down the end of it, trying to keep quiet. Shade nips at my jaw and swipes his tongue over where it stings.
“You’re soaked,” he hisses, gliding another digit alongside the first. “That for me or this?”
There’s no right answer. I’m not sure which I’d choose if not both.
“Doesn’t matter. You’ll come forme,not the people walking past us.”
I nod without thinking, pressing back into him, my eyes drooping shut when I feel the stiff bulge beneath me. His groan grates in my ear, trying to draw one of my own out of my chest.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Millie,” he curses, dragging his teeth over my throat almost in punishment. “So unaware of what turns you on until I’m knuckle-deep in your cunt and you’re quivering in my arms, trying not to beg me for more.”
Our eyes meet on the screen, the camera picking up on every ounce of pleasure we’re feeling. I hold his gaze, willingly letting this window open between us. He’ll be gentle as he prods his way through my brain. I know he will.
It becomes impossible to keep quiet when he quickens how fast he’s moving between my thighs. I tighten my grip on his shirt and buck my hips, eyes flaring with panic in the camera. The balloon expanding in my belly is getting too full, the elastic stretching too far.
“Shade,” I warn on a wavering exhale.
“I know. Can feel you tightening around my fingers like you don’t want them to slip out. Let me get you there, Millie. Be a good girl and let me have another one of your firsts.”
I can’t look away from the screen. Shade’s expression shifts as his other hand disappears but doesn’t join the one under my dress. His fingers curl, prodding deep inside of me as I stare at us, watching as the screen suddenly brightens and a countdown starts flickering in the middle of it.
His head turns then, and instead of watching the screen, he watches me. The sight of his teeth sinking into his lip pops my balloon.
“That’s my good girl,” he grates out, spreading his fingers enough that I question whether there’s a third one alongside them. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I let a raw sound of pleasure fill the booth before he pinches my chin and turns my head. His mouth swallows the rest of the noise, swallowing it eagerly. My body jerks as my climax tears through me, emptying my mind for long enough that I stop caring about who could have heard me.
Shade removes his fingers and brings his hand to my stomach, rubbing it soothingly as I tremble, trying to stitch the scattered pieces of me back together.
“Relax,” he murmurs, another arm curling around my first, holding me tight against his chest. “You’re here with me.”
His voice drifts through my subconscious, soothing me. It takes longer than usual for me to calm myself long enough to speak. Even then, my voice is ragged.
“What was that?”
