Fuck.
I can’t believe this is happening. He’s slowly, leisurely thrusting his thick fingers inside me while the guys are right there. Terrified that someone might know, I peer at my colleagues. When I meet Oliver’s gaze, my heart tightens as my entire body freezes.
Shit, I’m the fucking worst. Lex’s fingers are fucking me under the table while Oli is almost at arm’s reach. To my great relief, the latter has no clue what is happening. It gives me the determination I need to shove Lex’s hand away in a manner I hope isn’t obvious.
The guys are still busy debating over our next answer, so Oli returns his attention to that instead.
As for myself, I look up at Lex and observe with widened eyes as he casually brings his hand to his mouth. Stunned, I stare as he engulfs hisfingers one by one to taste me, licking off my juices from them. It isn’t suspicious, as we’ve been doing the same thing all evening, licking away Doritos dust from the tips of our fingers.
But it isn’t Doritos on his tongue right now.
My clit throbs even harder than when he was teasing it.
A new question is asked about a minute later, and the guys focus back on us. “Ronald Wayne owned ten percent. He sold it for eight hundred dollars in 1976,” Lex answers, not wasting a second. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll return before the game resumes.” Steven and Joseph move so he can leave.
Oh, we’re already at the twenty-minute break? Somehow confused, I stay seated, trying to think through my arousal. What the hell just happened?
My phone buzzes in my bag, and I take it out. It’s a message from Lex.
Lex
Your room.
Is this… Are we doing this? It doesn’t sound reasonable, but neither does sitting there in my wetness, unable to contain myself.
The phone buzzes again.
Lex
Now.
Oh, well …
Me
On my way
Minutes later, I’m with him. We enter my room, and Lex impatiently plasters me against the door. He bends to take my lips, but I turn my face away. I can’t go back downstairs with smudged lipstick.
Before I can explain my refusal, he catches my drift and opts for my throat instead, tasting the soft skin there. Before I know it, my underwear is on the floor, his dick is sheathed in latex, and he impales me on it with a firm thrust.
“Aah… Shit,” I whimper at the sudden intrusion. It’s the first time he’s entered me without lengthy foreplay, and I understand why he’s always so adamant about making me come before penetration. It’s painful but in a good kind of way. The ache of the stretch almost adds to the pleasure, even.
“Are you alright?” he asks with worry.
“Yes. You’re just… so fucking big.”
“And you’re so fucking tight.”
He attempts a few small nudges, and the discomfort recedes fast, almost entirely gone already. Writhing my hips against him and tanglingmy fingers in his hair, I encourage him to go harder. His momentum builds up, and he gives me longer thrusts, implacable.Damn, I’ll never get enough of this…
“Tell me. How did you get so wet back at the bar?”
I’m tempted to kiss him, so I voraciously settle my tongue in the hollow spot between his collarbones. With one lascivious motion, I drag it up the firm column of his throat, passing over his Adam’s apple, which bobs uncontrollably. I lick past his chin, his stubble tickling my tongue. His taste is intoxicating, a little salty and earthy, and it works on me like the most potent of aphrodisiacs.
“Answer me,” he commands with a harsher thrust.
“Some smartass with a big brain triggered the sapiosexual in me.” His satisfied, wicked smirk has me pulsing around his hammering dick.
