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Though, the eejit would probably like that too much.
When everyone begins to take their seats again, I exhale with relief as the vibrating stops. However, my centre is still pulsating with need as I gingerly sit down and cringe with embarrassment at the sensation of my damp knickers.
Is it really weird that I want him to turn it on again?
I do my best to focus on the match, and the next exciting bit happens when poor defending of Arsenal’s box allows for loads of passing between Bethnal Green offence. Finally, Roan DeWalt finds himself open and hammers it high up by the upper post, slipping well beyond the keeper’s hands and safely into the net.
I don’t even have a chance to cheer before the vibrator zings up to an even higher level than before. Everyone is around me losing their minds over an amazing goal kick, and all I can do is focus on the sensations pillaging my centre with so much ferocity, I’m white-knuckle gripping the armrests and trying to keep from moaning.
With great effort, I rise on shaky legs and hope not to draw any attention. I jam my hands into my pockets as my thoughts waffle between wanting to yank the vibrator out of its position to get some relief and feeling the urge to climb over the back of this chair and ride this out until I climax like a freak.
“Do you hear that?” I hear Freya ask Mac as she grips his ink-covered arm.
“Hear what?” Mac yells back, clapping loudly for his friend’s score.
“There’s a buzzing sound.” She glances around. “Is it your mobile?”
Mac frowns, clearly annoyed that Freya is making him do this in the middle of an exciting match but he digs into his pocket to check anyways. “It’s not me.”
“Well, I didn’t bring my mobile inside.” Freya looks around curiously. “Check with Allie beside you.”
“Cookie, I don’t know why it even matters.”
“Just ask her!”
He harumphs and turns away from Freya to ask Allie, who is bewildered by all the excitement.
Meanwhile, sweat beads across my forehead as I close my eyes and bite back the positively feral noises that want to rip free from my throat. Heat spreads through my body as I balance myself on the chair in front of me and have an out-of-body experience. I can feel myself nudging closer and closer to release while simultaneously pleading with my body not to do this here.Don’t do this, Tilly. You’re stronger than this. You can fight this!
Over the noise of the stadium, I gasp as the knickers ratchet up to an unbearable level, and my core hits a fever pitch that refuses to be ignored. My entire body begins to quake as I close my eyes and hold on for dear life as bursts of light flash across my darkened vision.
Seconds, minutes, or hours later…who knows how much time has passed…I open my eyes and see spots as I take in the pitch and all the fans recovering after a glorious goal.
Holy fuck, I just climaxed during a football match. I truly am Scottish.
Thankfully, the vibrating stops, and I let out a rushed breath as I wipe my damp hands on my sides. At this point, though, my centre has developed its own heartbeat as it continues to quiver and pulsate between my thighs. I thrust a hand through my hair, using the motion to shoot murderous eyes at Santino, who looks like he’s really fucking enjoying himself.
The prick. The awful, horribly sexy, and painfully tantalizing prick. I hate him.
I glance around nervously, hoping no one saw what just happened and grateful to Freya’s sweet innocent confusion for distracting anyone who may have been close enough to notice.
My God, I’m not going to make it through a full match of this.
Santino thankfully takes pity on me for the next twenty minutes and allows my body to regain control of itself. Unfortunately, my mind is anywhere but on football. All I can feel is the vibrator between my legs. My body is on full alert, bracing itself for the next onslaught. A light sheen of nervous sweat coats my skin, and my breasts feel heavy, my nipples rock hard as I imagine the piece between my legs being Santino’s cock instead of this stupid toy.
If I gave him the look, I know without a doubt he would follow me into the loo and fuck me to completion over and over and over. It would feel so fucking incredible after…
Wait. No sex.
We’re not doing that yet.
Stop thinking about sex, Tilly!
It’s smart for us to take it slow. Fucking Santino in the loo would be old Tilly. And I am not old Tilly. I’m new and improved Tilly with maturity and control and sobriety.
Except right now, I’m drunk on arousal.
“I’m just going to go grab another drink,” I state when it’s the halfway mark of the game. I need some fresh air, or I’m going to crawl out of my skin at any moment.
