I blacked out for a second. That’s the only explanation. My body went rigid, blood surging south so hard I forgot how to form a single fucking thought.
Marco groaned. “Baklava too? Jesus. We’re gonna need to be rolled out of here.”
Auri hummed.Hummed.The same soft, syrupy sound she made when she swallowed me whole in bed. The vibrations of it resonated through my cock, and my hips bucked completely involuntarily.
I masked it with a low laugh, like Marco had said something funny, but under the table, I was trying to stop myself from erupting.
I tried to contribute. I really did. But she pulsed around me once—just once—and my mouth snapped shut. I gripped her thigh like it was the only thing anchoring me to this reality. Her thighs clenched in response, locking me in place.
That was all it took. My whole body tensed, jaw tight, eyes closed like I was trying to pray. Like maybe if I begged hard enough, I wouldn’t finish right now.
“Baby,” I pleaded. “Don’t.”
“Let’s get all three,” she said sweetly, ignoring me completely. “Fig tart, chocolate torte, baklava. Something for everyone.”
The server nodded. “Perfect. I’ll put that in for you.” And then she walked away.
Beneath the table?
Nothing. No movement, and somehow that felt like no mercy.
My wife ground her hips back just enough to test my resolve and laughed at something Ivy said, like she wasn’t systematically dismantling me in a public place. I sucked in a breath through my nose. Tried to focus on the wine in my other hand. Failed spectacularly.
My free hand tightened where it rested across her stomach. “You’re playing with fire.”
She didn’t stop smiling.
Didn’t stop moving. Not even a little.
Just the barest, cruelest roll of her hips. A lazy, taunting rhythm that pulsed through every nerve ending like she knew exactly where my breaking point lived and wanted to dance along the edge of it.
Her voice was breathy when she twisted, smirking wickedly, somehow grinding again without anyone noticing. “You said to sit all the way down, mon cœur,” she whispered, almost coy. “I’m just being obedient, sir.”
Then she winked, turned back around, and leaned in to say something to Lucy, almost pulling off me entirely.
I could’ve died right then and ascended.
Instead, I dipped my head to her shoulder, pressing my mouth against the warm skin there as a man desperate for mercy. When she sat back down, it was a full, maddening slide. The kind that made my vision spark white behind my eyes. My cock bottomed out inside her, squeezed tight in velvet heat, and she fuckingstayedthere, flushed and pulsing, every inch of me buried where she wanted it.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fill you again,” I muttered. “Right here. Right now. And you’re going to feel it drip out of you all night.”
Her thighs flinched around me. Her whole body fluttered.
And fuck, so did mine.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I rasped. “Me coming inside you again. Our friends sitting right here. You pretending nothing’s happening while you leak down your thighs.”
She whimpered.Quietly. So quiet only I could hear it.
I’d never been harder in my fucking life.
My hips jerked instinctively, chasing more of her heat, and she rewarded me by clenching again, tight and pulsing, like her body already missed what I hadn’t even given her yet.
I growled under my breath. “Greedy fucking thing.”
Auri shifted again, deeper and slower, and I was fraying at the edges.
This time I groaned for real, just barely catching it behind my teeth. My fingers dug into her, and she laced our hands together again, anchoring me as she rocked once more.
