Dirty talk.
“Fuck, Angel. Your cunt is so wet for me. Do my fingers feel good?”
“Yes,” she pants, again too loudly, but I’m not willing to draw attention to that and risk her stopping right now.
“Imagine if we were in one of those playrooms right now,” I rasp. “Would you let me tie you up and spread you wide?”
“Yes,” she breathes, grinding faster.
“Would you let me do whatever I wanted with this sexy little body?”
“Yes!” she yells this time, her inner walls starting to tense.
“Would you let people watch the way I pleasure you? Watch how your needy cunt can’t get enough of me? Of my fingers?” I curl them faster. “Of my tongue.” I flick my thumb over her clit. “Of my cock stretching this tight little hole?”
She spasms then, her climax slamming into her as ripple after ripple tears through her, the muscles of her cunt kneading my fingers like they would my cock, desperate for my cum.
I barely notice the hard ridge of my cock straining against my jeans, my focus purely on my wife, as her cries die down, and her body goes from tense to relaxed as her orgasm recedes.
“Cam,” she breathes, and this time, I only just hear it over the music.
“Angel.” I smile as she blinks her eyes open.
“There’s no way Riggs didn’t just hear that, hey?”
I chuckle at the resounding tone in her question, like she’s already come to terms with that fact.
“Probably,” I admit, and I can just see the lazy cringe that flickers across her face.
“Whoops.”
Grinning, I ease my fingers out of her, bringing them up between us, and just as I’m about to draw them into my mouth, she leans in too, stealing one for herself.
I groan at the feel of her tongue gliding up my finger, and I instantly picture my cock instead of my finger, causing the fucker to jerk with yearning in my pants.
Since I can’t fucking do anything about it right now, I slide my other finger into my mouth, tasting her sweetness as I suck it off, and my Angel does the same with my other finger.
It’s fucking hot, both of us sucking on my digits, practically kissing each other at the same time, and I almost regret starting this here in the back of the fucking car while we have eyes and ears nearby.
Pulling my fingers free, I roughly grip her chin, holding her in place as I catch my fucking breath.
“I think you liked the idea of Riggs hearing us, Angel.”
Panting too, she jerks her head out of my grasp and flops back against the seat.
“It’s what you do to me,” she admits. “God, you’ll have me fucking you at those club orgies before I know it.”
I throw my head back laughing and watch as she zips up her fly.
“Angel, if you fuck me in the throes of an orgy, it will be all your doing, not mine.”
She tuts, although I see it more than hear it from the glow of the dashboard filtering in from the front seat.
I’m about to lean in for another kiss when she stills, a frown tugging at her brows, and she reaches behind her, pulling out her phone.
The moment her eyes scan the screen, they widen, and flick back to me.
“I just got a message,” she says loudly, over the music, and before I can ask who from, she turns the screen for me to see a number I don’t recognise, but the first line of the text tells me all I need to know.
