Break Me Slowly(45)

“Zach, how are you?” Adam squeezed my thigh, a silent command to stay still, then lifted it to shake Zach’s. “This is my girlfriend, Katelyn.”

I looked at Adam with wide eyes. He raised a brow and I knew right then that the challenge had been issued. When I didn’t say anything, Adam returned his focus to the man before us.

“Hello, there.” Zach smiled at me.

I tried to return the smile, but my eyes darted back to Adam. His focus remained on Zach as both men began discussing real estate.

Adam’s finger however, kept moving. In and out.

I sat there, boiling with need and lust and the terror of being caught, all the while being fucked by Adam’s hand while he carried on a business conversation. My blood temperature was rising as pleasure pricked at my belly. And all this was happening in front of an unsuspecting stranger.

A voice in the distance called out Zach’s name and he turned to greet the passer-by. Adam took that moment to whisper in my ear, “I want you to come, but you’d better do it quietly, without anyone knowing.”

He plunged his finger deep and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. He didn’t thrust in and out, rather crooked his fingertip and swept it along that sensitive spot inside, over and over.

Zach turned back around. “This is really a great club you have here, Adam.”

Adam nodded. His finger quickened. My body was tight as a bow.

“You enjoying yourself tonight?” Zach asked me.

It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the evening and the club. With Adam’s assault on my body, I found it hard to form any kind of sentence.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Adam grinned at me then looked back at Zach. “She loves coming…here. Don’t you, Katelyn?”

I nodded, my face nearly twitching from the effort it took to keep a steady expression. Fire was licking at my skin. Adam was relentless. My orgasm ripped though me so violently, I had to grip Adam’s forearm beneath the table for support.

Zach said something to Adam, but I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my head. My sex rushed dose after dose of liquid heat as I spasmed around Adam’s fingers. I looked at his chiseled profile. He was carrying on a conversation with Zach, but I saw the slightest upturn of his mouth. Yes, he’d felt me coming.

“It was good to see you, Adam. Nice to meet you, Katelyn.”

I smiled the best I could, but my lips trembled. When Zach left, Adam turned to look at me.

“That was a mean trick.”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“But I can feel—”

“That’s the point.” He withdrew his finger from me, then came back with two. “You have me so hard all the time.” He thrust deep and I did moan that time.

Patrons continued to pass by, many of them waving or acknowledging Adam in some way. His eyes stayed on mine, his fingers buried deep in me and yet, the world kept spinning none the wiser.

He clasped my nape in his free hand. “You are mine. Anywhere I want. Anytime.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

I heard the slight ting of metal over the loud music. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but when I opened them, I saw Adam unclasp his belt and pull his hard cock out. In one quick motion, his fingers slipped from me and he sat me on his lap.

He positioned the hem of my dress so that it was covering my thighs, but beneath me I felt his erection prod at my opening. He moved my panties aside once more, pushed my hips down and buried himself to the hilt.

I stifled a scream, almost coming again. I glanced around nervously, wanting to make sure nobody knew what was going on, but to anyone who passed us by, it would look like I was just sitting on my boyfriend’s lap.

“Hey, Adam!”

I saw a younger man amble this way. Blond and obviously wealthy—trust-fund wealthy, from the looks of it. Before he reached us, Adam bit my earlobe.

“You have the sweetest, tightest little cunt, Katelyn.”

He gave a quick thrust and I gasped. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist while the other reached for his drink. With all the poise in the world, Adam took a long swallow of liquor, as if I wasn’t currently impaled on his cock.

“Gary, how is the stock business treating you?” Adam said.

“Not as good as it’s treating you, I hear.” The guy went on about someone “losing their ass” due to poor investing. I was too distracted to pay attention.

“This—” Adam moved his hips slightly. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. “—is my girlfriend, Katelyn Gunn.”

Trembling smiles were my forte tonight because speaking was too difficult. Partly because Adam was inside me and I was on the verge of coming again, and partly because he’d called me his girlfriend. He had said it to that other white-haired guy and now this man. I liked the sound of it. Tonight was the first time I had heard it out loud.