He wasn’t helping my sudden breathing problems. My entire body beat with wantinghim.
“But I can give you something,” headded.
Before I registered what he was about to do, he delved his fingers into my jeans, and his finger reached my clit inseconds.
It took less than a minute for him to cause me to grind down on hisfingers.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he murmured. “Come for me, right here, right now. Let me feel you letgo.”
At his command, I did. I broke apart and held onto his shoulders as I shook. He slowed his massage until I came back to myself and then pulled his hand free. Through the haze, I reached for his zipper, and he stopped me, the scent of my deodorant, his cologne, and sex in the hot air between us. “No, this was for you. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you give me minelater.”
He shifted up, kissed me quickly, and slipped away back out to the bar. I sat there, my pants undone after my first orgasm in so long, trying to figure out why I wanted him even morenow.
