Page 50 of An Unfinished Memory

“I didn’t offer. He took.”

“You let him.”

The older lady looked back at us. I sank against the seat. It would be too hard to talk without drawing attention. Before I could tell Wilder to go out so we could whisper-argue by the bathrooms, he twisted in his seat, his warm hand landing on my knee. The hem of the dress moved farther up my thigh with his touch. His gaze dropped. He noticed.

He put his mouth right on my ear. “Did you like when he touched your things?”

I mouthed “no” and glared at him. His hand inched up my thigh, his fingers deftly flicking the skirt of my dress up until his fingers were under my dress.

My butt was rooted into place. I couldn’t move. What I’d been wanting and waiting for was here. I should be anywhere other than where I was right now, but I stayed.

His fingers went higher.

We were in a movie theater! I had to put a stop to this.

I didn’t.

His mouth remained at my ear. “Christ, you need the release, don’t you?” He talked like he was calming a wild mare. And it worked, dammit.

I relaxed more. My thighs eased open. His hand got closer to where I needed it.

“Wilder,” I breathed.

“Shh. Just be a good girl and stay quiet.”

My mind went blank. I followed his orders. He traced the hem of my underwear with his fingers, and I kept my attention on the party of three I was supposed to be sitting with. Instead, I was getting off in the back row.

By the next breath, he was slicking a finger through my pussy and going straight to my clit.

I bit my lower lip. I could not make a sound.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice in my ear. His finger tracing my needy nub. I gripped the armrests and widened my legs even more. What we were doing was wrong, but I couldn’t deny him. When he was around, there were no mixed signals. He was the one I wanted.

He slid two fingers inside me, going straight for what he knew worked—being full of him with his touch between my legs.

“Were you wet for me when you were with him?”

My teeth dug into my lip, and I shook from the effort of holding still. I’d make too much noise if I rocked against his hand. If we got busted, everything would be ruined. This arrangement. My friendships. My reputation. I nodded.

“You were thinking about me?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, then opened them again. I had to be on the lookout. I would dive to the floor fast if one of the group twitched.

“I’m going to finger fuck you, and then you’re going to finish your date knowing I’m waiting at home in your bed with my cock in my hand so you can crawl on top and ride me.”

Trembles racked my body. I was so damn close. I needed to catapult myself over the edge and not draw this out, but the pleasure was exquisite. The extra danger only amped up my already wired hormones.

“And if he tries to kiss you, you’re going to give him your cheek because those lips are going to be wrapped around my dick tonight.”

I shattered. Clasping my fingersover my mouth, I shook into his hand, keeping as silent as possible. The effort only drew out the orgasm longer. My eyelids fluttered, and his gaze riveted on my reaction made my body soar higher.

Would the girl who’s in so much trouble come on down!

He withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth and slowly drew them back out. “He can keep his fingers out of your popcorn bucket. You’re all mine.”

Eleven

Sutton

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