He mouths 'No,'but I only wink, taking it as a challenge.
My fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers, and Zach's breath hitches, his thighs tensing under the table.
My hand slips inside, cold fingers wrapping around his scorching-hot cock, and Zach hisses, slamming his hand down on the table so hard that the glasses rattle.
Everyone glances our way, but I'm already lifting my wine glass, pretending to sip like the fucking queen of deception I am.
Zach grabs his beer, forcing a grin as he blurts, "Cheers to our win tonight, boys!" The clink of glasses fill the air, oblivious to the depravity happening under the table.
My fingers start moving, teasing the base of his cock, squeezing just hard enough to make him curse under his breath. My thumb swirls around the tip, smearing the precum that'salready leaking out, my strokes slow and deliberate, driving him fucking insane.
Zach's head bows, his chest heaving as he fights to keep his composure. His lips form the word'Fuck,'silently begging for mercy, but I'm not even done yet.
"Caroline," he whispers, his voice tight, like he's holding onto his sanity by a thread.
"Yes, baby?"
"Baby—baby—please. I… fuck…"
His head drops back, eyes squeezing shut like he canfeelevery sinful stroke.
"Caroline—" his voice breaks, breath hitching, "our friends are gonna notice yo—"
His thighs tremble under my hand, his cock twitching hard in my grip, precum slicking my palm as I work him closer, closer,closerto the edge.
I smirk like the devil dressed in lip gloss.
"Did you say something, babe?" My voice is butter-soft, sugary-sweet, and pure sin — the kind that makes his dick throb against my hand.
Inner me?
Oh, she's gone feral.
Absolutely unhinged.
Chewing through the drywall.
Ready to commit emotional, spiritual, and physical crimes for how he's falling apart under my hand.
Because nothing — NOTHING — turns me on like six-foot-two of desperate, wrecked, possessive hockey boy trying not to blow in a bar booth while pretending everything is normal.
"You're a wicked temptress." He groans, his hips bucking slightly, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more of my goddamn sinful touch.
"I know," I murmur, leaning in close, my breath hot against his ear. "And I happen to know you love this side of me."
Zach's control shatters. He leans forward, his forehead resting against my shoulder.
"God, Caroline," he whispers, "I'm close. Don't stop…"
His teeth graze my shoulder as his body tenses. I shiver, my hand tightening around his cock, my strokes becoming faster, more demanding.
My thumb presses against the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive spot that makes him lose his fucking mind.
His breathing turns ragged, his chest heaving as he fights to keep quiet, to keep the table oblivious to the fact that I just gave him the best hand job under the fucking table.
"That's it, baby," I whisper, my voice husky, my lips brushing his ear. "Come for me."
Zach's entire body tenses, his cock pulsing violently in my hand as he comes, hot ropes of cum spilling into his boxers and onto my fingers. His jaw clenches, eyes slamming shut as he rides out the orgasm, his hips twitching uncontrollably as I milk him dry, my hand working him through every fucking second of it.
