“Funny, I remember you arguing with me about sharing an Uber and helping you cross the gravel in high heels before I gave up and just carried your ass.”
“You didn’t speak to me the entire way home,” she giggles.
“That’s because I wanted to rip your clothes off and shove my tongue down your throat to silence that mouth of yours.”
“I would have let you,” she says, putting her hand on my thigh as everyone piles in. “I would let you now, too, if you tried,” she whispers near my ear.
“Trust me, at the first opportunity, I am.”
Her hand slides up my thigh, and I cover it with mine quickly to stop her before she manhandles my dick in front of her family. Savi and wine are a deadly combination, and one I fully intend to enjoy, just not in front of the audience that is seated around us now.
“Bor-ing,” she breathes quietly with a sigh.
“Did you just call me boring?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow at her.
“Yes,” she giggles. “I want to touch you,” she whispers in my ear, “and you won’t let me.”
Her lips form a pout, and I can’t help but chuckle. My eyes scan the limo, noticing how the lights are dim, putting us in the shadows, and since we are seated in the very back, we have the most privacy. Everyone is already pouring champagne and bourbon, wanting to keep this night going and not paying us a bit of attention, so who am I not to give the girl what she wants?
Taking off my jacket, I throw it over my lap, covering Savi’s greedy little hand, as I loosen my bow tie and collar.
She grins excitedly when she realizes she’s getting her way.
Leaning over, I get close to her ear.
“The very last thing I am is boring. You should know that by now,” I murmur. “Play nice, sunshine. Good girls get their reward when they behave.”
“And what do bad girls get?” She asks, already sliding up my leg and touching the front of my pants.
“Jesus,” I gasp softly as her hand strokes the length of me. This was a bad idea.
A very bad idea.
“Do you want a glass?” Miles asks, reaching his hand out to me with the amber liquid.
“Thanks,” I manage to squeeze out between my locked jaw as I feel my zipper slide down. Needing this drink more than he knows, I take a big swallow and feel the burn the whole way down.
A soft giggle escapes Savi, and I give her a stern look as she clearly enjoys my discomfort in this moment.
Conversation flows between everyone, and all I can focus on is not showing emotion on my face as my dick throbs against her hand. This isn’t what I’m used to. I’m the one with my hand between her thighs, driving her mad with need under the table. Not the other way around.
I should be giving her a dose of her own medicine, but I’m pretty sure she’s had too much to drink to not give us away, plus my hand is gripping the glass so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll lose control if I let go.
When I feel her fingers sneak up my boxer briefs and push them down enough to free myself, I jolt forward as my dick touches the fabric of my jacket.
“You okay?” Jake laughs at my sudden movement.
“Yeah, just got a cramp in my leg,” I wheeze out.
“The joys of getting older,” Travis laughs before their conversation resumes.
Her hand wraps around me, and I shoot her a warning look that does nothing to stop her as her hand slides down me slowly and seductively.
Unlike pumping me hard and fast like I’m used to, she goes painfully slow and applies enough pressure to make my body riddled with a desperate need to cum like I’ve never felt before.
The excitement and thrill of her hand on me in a forbidden situation amplifies the blood rushing to my cock, which is clearly enjoying this bad behavior from her.
FUCK ME.
