“Bastian.” Her voice is strained. “Anyone could come over and?—”
“I know, and I don’t care.” I hook my finger under the edge of her underwear and twang it against her skin. “Give Kai your panties, my pretty little slut.”
She hesitates, but when I give Kai’s cock a slow, hard squeeze and he groans and shifts in his seat.
“Do what he says,” he mutters in a tight voice.
Haven can’t seem to wriggle out of her underwear fast enough. I only help her when the lacy fabric catches on the heel of her shoe, then she’s shoving the fabric into Kai’s lap.
When she realizes I’ve got my hand on his crotch, she lets out the most delicious gasp, and strokes the back of my hand.
Her nails dig into that wrist as I grab her hip with my free hand and tug her closer to the edge of her seat so I can shove her leg to the side.
I lean in and drag my tongue along her pussy.
The choked whimper she makes is worth every shred of dignity I’m sacrificing.
“Oh God,” she whispers. “Oh my God.”
I work her with my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her as I massage Kai’s cock through his slacks.
He’s so hard, I’m doubting the tensile strength of his slacks.
“Rooke,” he growls, low and dangerous. “You can’t?—“
I squeeze even harder, and his protest dies in his throat.
“Take out your cock, boy,” I murmur against Haven’s cunt.
For a moment, I think he’s going to refuse. Going to shove me away, storm out, make a scene.
Instead, I hear the soft rasp of a zipper.
“Good boy.”
I release Haven just long enough to turn my attention to Kai. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, and I wrap my hand around him without hesitation.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“Shh.” I stroke him slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum that’s already leaking from his slit. “You’re going to get us caught.”
“You’regoing to—fuuuck?—“
I take him into my mouth.
The angle is awkward, my neck craning to reach him, but I don’t care. I hollow my cheeks and suck, tasting bitter salt and Haven’s pussy because is it any surprise they fucked each other before they came here?
He throbs against my tongue.
Above me, I hear Haven make a strangled sound. When I glance up, I see that Kai’s hand has disappeared under the table—finding her clit, massaging it as I work him.
Perfect.
I alternate between them. Mouth on Kai, fingers buried in Haven. Then switch—tongue on her clit, hand wrapped around his shaft. Back and forth, keeping them both on edge, feeling their legs tremble on either side of me.
“How are we enjoying the wine?” the waiter says cheerfully somewhere above me.
I freeze, my mouth still wrapped around Kai’s cock.
