I bite my lip, feeling a rush of anticipation. Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening – and that I feel so sexy.
I slide my hand under the tablecloth, moving my napkin in my lap so it’s hidden from view under the table.
I raise my eyebrow at Vaughn. Your move.
“Pull your dress up,” he commands softly.
He’s taking control. I called his bluff, but he is calling mine.
I like it.
I tug my skirt higher, until my fingers touch my bare thigh.
Oh God, I’m really doing this.
“How does your skin feel?” Vaughn whispers, his voice a whiskey drawl. “Stroke it, soft the way you like.”
I dance my fingertips lightly over my skin. The sensation shivers through me, so wrong to be doing this in front of everyone. I’m certain my desire is written all over my face, that anyone looking over could know in an instant what I’m doing down there.
But still, I can’t stop.
“Now go higher,” Vaughn orders me softly. “Stroke yourself through your panties.”
Lust overwhelms my body. My breath quickens with anticipation. I slowly creep my hand higher, until it’s nestled between my thighs. Vaughn is watching, enrapt.
Reaching in, I stroke my index finger around my clit, swollen and aching behind the scratchy lace of my underwear.
Oh God.
It feels so good. I stroke again, and this time, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Vaughn licks his lips, a glazed look in his eyes. “Are you wet?” He asks softly.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I’m so freaking turned on right now. I’m soaked through my panties, my nipples straining at my dress.
And five feet away, a couple is eating their dinner, completely oblivious to the wicked things I’m doing, right under their noses.
“Yes, Keely.” Vaughn’s voice is rougher now, hoarse. “Keep stroking. Harder.”
I do as he says, applying more pressure to the tight knot of nerves. Pleasure races through my bloodstream, heat suffusing my whole body.
“Now slide your hand under your panties,” Vaughn orders me. “Feel how wet you are.”
I’m so conflicted to be doing this right now -- feeling so damn good, even though it’s bad. But I can’t stop. I push my underwear aside and slide my fingers underneath them, cool against my hot, slick flesh.
I’m wet. I’m aching.
“That’s right,” Vaughn murmurs. “You want me so bad, don’t you? You want my hands right there touching you. My fingers fucking your dripping cunt.”
I shudder against my hand. I do, I want him so much. My rubbing isn’t enough, I need more. Possessed by lust, I angle my hand down, pressing my palm against my clit as I slide a finger inside my pussy.
God, yes. Right there.
“How are we doing this evening?”
A voice shatters my daze. It’s the waiter, bringing our food.
Shit.
I freeze, guilty. I have my left hand trapped between my thighs, one finger curled up inside me.
Shit, shit, shit.
“We’re doing great.” Vaughn smiles broadly. “Thanks. This looks great. Don’t you think, Keely?”
I murmur a weak response, flushing hot. I’m certain he can see what I’m doing. It must be written all over my face, but the waiter seems oblivious. He deposits our plates and then hovers by the table.
“Can I bring you anything else?”
“Hmm, I don’t know.” Vaughn pretends to think. His eyes glitter with wicked mischief. “Keely, do you need a hand with that?”
He’s enjoying this. The bastard.
“No, thank you.” I manage to reply. “I’m good.”
“We’ll let you know.” Vaughn dismisses the waiter. When he’s gone, I start to withdraw my hand, but Vaughn stops me with a commanding look.
“Don’t even think about it.”
I pause.
“You’re not stopping until you come,” he continues, and it’s clear, this time it’s an order. “Not until that pussy is clenching around your fingers, hot and dripping, and you have you bite your tongue to keep from screaming.”
I’m stifling a scream already. This is so mind-blowingly hot.
He picks up his knife and fork, and slices into his steak. “Well?” He raises an eyebrow, teasing me. “What are you waiting for? You better make it fast, your food is getting cold.”
11
VAUGHN
I lounge back in my seat and take a bite of my steak. It’s rare and tender, fucking delicious.
Just like Keely’s pussy right now, I’ll bet.
“Fuck the food,” Keely says, breathing fast. Her face is flushed. “Let’s go, right now. Your place.”
I pause, torn between watching her come her brains out for me right here, or claiming that tight cunt once and for all.