Silent No More(29)

“White looks stunning on you,” he tells me through our kiss while moving his hand up my leg. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. His touch feels so good. I’m relaxed again; like I was earlier today in his office when he was touching me before I thought he was dismissing me. He continues kissing me, inching his hand up my leg. He slides it underneath the hem of my dress causing me to freeze.

“Nick, what are you doing?” I flush with embarrassment and heat, and start looking to the side to make sure no one is watching. No one is; my friends are in full conversation mode with Nick’s friends.

“No one is watching us, and if they were, they wouldn’t see anything except me kissing you. The sides of the chair and the height of the table block everything below your tits, babe.” He goes back to kissing me. He deepens the kiss, pushing me back further into the seat. His tongue pries my lips further apart and begins to massage my own. He’s not stopping at the hem. He continues to move his hand slowly up my thigh underneath my dress. Surely my friends can see this. Why aren’t they stopping me? Why aren’t I stopping myself? I don’t do PDA, so why am I with this man? I move my hand on top of his to protest his movement.

“Relax, baby, and let this happen. No one can see. I promise. But be fucking quiet,” he says in a whisper through our kiss. I’m losing myself in him. I retract my hand and my legs widen on their own accord. His scent is intoxicating and overpowering. His taste is divine, and I can’t get enough. His hand has reached the fabric of my panties that’s concealing my pussy, and he pushes the material to the side. With his thumb, he finds my clit and he presses hard into it. I grab the sleeve of his jacket biting down on his bottom lip so I don’t scream. This is the point where I really need to stop this, but then he starts to rotate his thumb, and with another finger he enters me, slowly driving his finger in and out of me, in and out again.

“Damn, I love how wet I make you almost as much as I love fucking you with my fingers.” He adds another finger pushing back inside a bit harder. The rhythm of his thumb stays steady while the pressure inside me is building. My head is spinning. Holy fuck, he’s going to make me come in a room full of people. My friends and his friends are at the other end of the table only a few feet away. I can’t hold back. He’s driving me over the edge. The circling of his thumb increases in speed and now he has three fingers deep inside of me. My legs start to shake a little and he deepens the kiss even more.

I have no idea how I’m not screaming out. Fuck me. All I want to do is scream his name as the heat in my stomach becomes fierce.

“Give into it, Shannon. Give into my touch and let go,” he says into my mouth. I grip his shirt tighter, pulling on it as hard as I can. His arm doesn’t move from its place and I crash harder than I ever have before. His mouth covers my cries. He steadies his thumb pressing hard into my clit until the last of my shudders still. I don’t feel him when he removes his hand from underneath my dress. I’m still lost somewhere in what is Nicholas Lockhart.

When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. His face is only a few inches from mine. “Feel better?” he asks with a knowing grin as he inserts his middle finger into his mouth, quickly sucking it clean.

Damn, that is hot!

I nod; it’s all I can do. I’m slowly recovering, but I can’t move yet. He leans down, his lips touching my ear softly.

“I don’t think there’s anything sexier than watching you come all over my fingers. Tasting your juices is just icing on the fucking cake,” he says and then kisses along my jaw until he’s reached my mouth.

“Are you two going to continue sucking face all night, or do you plan on joining the rest of us?” I hear Stacy say. I release his lips, turning a glare in her direction. I’m not ready to come down off the rollercoaster Nick set me on a few moments ago. I can see she is still fuming over the ‘weather girl’ comment, but I don’t care.

She is a fucking weather girl. She needs to get over it already.

Nick kisses my temple and I stop glaring at her. “Shannon’s tired. I’m going to take her home now,” he announces. I don’t question him, but I am not tired. We’ve only been here maybe two hours max. Plus, I’m currently minus a home.

“She doesn’t look tired,” Stacy says, lifting her wine to take a sip. She really isn’t going to let his comment go.

“Oh, she’s going to be. Trust me,” Nick replies with a smirk; everyone hears him.

And…he really just said that.

Stacy almost chokes on her wine as the rest of my friends burst out laughing. Nick’s friends just smile at him.