“I was going to give you a reward, but after the show you just put on, I’m not so sure.” His voice is gravel in the dark, hot against my ear. Without warning, he pushes me up against the wall and yanks my dress up to my waist.
The cool air hits my newly exposed thighs as his large hand pushes between my legs, sliding up the center of my lace panties.
“Jesus,” he hisses. “You’re soaked.”
I gasp, my head falling back against the wall as he slips his fingers beneath the lace, teasing along my slick folds.
“What do you think you were doing, bending over in front of me like that?” His free hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat. “Hmm?”
His teeth scrape along my neck, making me shiver. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every man in that room was looking at you when you did that?”
His fingers circle my clit, and my hips buck against his hand. “I—I didn’t?—”
“Didn’t what?” he growls, pressing his rock hard length against my hip. “Didn’t think about how that would make me want to bend you over and fuck you right there in front of everyone?”
My breath comes in shallow pants and my words get stuck in my throat as his fingers slide, circling my entrance.
He chuckles darkly. “You’re such a little fucking tease.”
Then he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit the one spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “Let’s see howyoulike being teased.”
“Oh, god,” I moan, clutching his shoulders.
“Quiet,” he husks, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers start to pump. “Unless you want everyone to know what I’m doing to you here in the dark?”
The idea of being caught, of someone walking in and finding us like this—me with my dress bunched around my waist, his hand between my legs—only heightens my arousal.
My inner walls clench at his words and he chuckles low.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispers. “For someone else to see how desperate you are for my fingers right now?”
His fingers move faster, harder, ruthlessly driving me toward the edge. My legs start to tremble as pressure starts to build low in my belly.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore other than release.
“Please what?” he demands, his voice rough with desire. “Use your words, kitten.”
“I need to come,” I gasp, shameless and desperate.
His thumb presses harder against my clit, his fingers pumping inside me a few more times before he suddenly pulls away.
“Maybe later.”
“What?” I gasp, stunned, as my body throbs incessantly with its denied release. I can hear him sucking my arousal from his fingers, followed by a low, satisfied groan.
“That… that wasn’t slow-burn! That was torture!” I protest, my voice quivering with frustration as I grip the wall behind me for support.
His chuckle is dark and delicious. “Exactly. A little edging never hurt anyone. And now we’re even.”
“Even?” I sputter-hiss, trying to smooth my dress down with trembling hands. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Who said anything about fair?” He’s close, breath hot against my cheek. “You’ve been teasing me all night in this fucking dress. And then you all but bend over in it? Tsk. Tsk.”
As I open my mouth to argue, his mouth, hungry and demanding, crashes down on mine. The taste of myself on his tongue sends another jolt of heat through my veins. But just as quickly as it began, he breaks away, leaving me breathless—again.
“We should get back before anyone notices we’re missing,”he murmurs, his hand finding mine in the dark. “And I could really use another drink… or four.”
“You can’t beserious.” My voice sounds painful and needy as I jerk my hand away. “You’re just going to leave me like this?”
