I hear footsteps behind us, and again, I freeze. My stomach twists into knots and then something else happens. I’m so turned on at the thought of someone else watching me and I know Callum heard them, because he pauses for a second, then continues.
They don’t move. They don’t leave.
They’re watching us too.
Fuck, this is so erotic.
I hope it’s one of my guys, but also hope it’s not.
How fucked up is that?
Callum leans over, his chest brushing against my back. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Remember. Don’t make a sound.”
Is that even possible? To be silent having an orgasm? A real one. Sure, when you’re faking it, you can be as loud or quiet as you choose. But I’ve never had to fake it with these boys and I’ve also never been quiet because they are usually some of the most intense I’ve had. Which, as many times as we’ve fucked, I don’t see how that’s still possible.
He slides his hand back around to my clit and circles. Lighting up all the lights inside of me like I’m a fucking Christmas tree without a single burned-out bulb. Rare, but oh so fucking beautiful when it happens.
I press back into him, wanting to feel his cock so deep my lungs are bruised. I want him to grind into me and take. Fuck, I want him to explode in me.
His other hand slides up my back and around my neck. Why is this so fucking hot right now? Maybe all the talk of Lizzy at that club has unleashed something inside of me. It’s been on my mind all night and when I tried to bring it up to Knox, he shut me down, which only made me think about it more.
Callum inches his finger around to my mouth. “Suck,” he commands.
I suck his finger into my mouth as his other finger works my clit and his cock works into my pussy. Tears are seeping out of my eyes because I can feel the orgasm building inside.
A small moan escapes and I panic. Terrified he’ll stop. He’s done it before, granted at the time he wasn’t balls deep in me on the verge of his own orgasm.
It’s coming.
A tsunami building.
Sucking out all the water as it builds higher and higher. A wall of sex and pleasure growing.
“Come for me Everlee, I know you’re close.” He grabs my hair and pulls it back, taking my lips in a rough and needy kiss.
My orgasm hits me and I’m moaning into Callum’s mouth as he swallows them down.
A moment later, he’s moaning back and I take them. What I would give to sit on his cock right now and drive it into me.
He thrusts a few more times, then stops. He pulls away from our kiss and it’s like the world comes whooshing back.
I remember someone is watching us and turn to find Jax there, his eyes on fire. I’m equally turned on and angry that he didn’t come to join, but we were in the middle of the restaurant.
Fuck.
We’re in the middle of a nice restaurant. Not that I’m classifying the types of restaurants it’s acceptable to fuck in, and those it’s not.
I can’t believe we just did that.
“Now you have to deal with my come running out of you the rest of the time you're cleaning up all this trash.” I cut my eyes over my shoulder and watch him zip up his pants and walk to Jax, but not before he sucks my arousal off his finger.
“Asshole.”
I thought I whispered it, but I guess not because he throws his head back laughing. A few moments later, I walk over to the table that has a hoard of napkins on it and wipe myself clean, tossing them in the trash with everything else.
