The Seduction 2(15)

My balls tighten, imagining her dripping pussy my cock plunging all the way to the fucking hilt. I already know how tight she is, how perfect and sweet, and now she’ll be aching for me, desperate for every thick inch.

But that can wait. I’m not going to rush our pleasure. Not when it’s too much fun driving her wild right now, this sexy game we’re playing. I never thought she’d go this far, and I won’t be the one to back down.

“No deal,” I tell her. I slice off another piece of meat and chew, savoring the rich flavor -- and the epic climax she’s about to unleash. “I want to see if you can keep it together when you come.”

Keely inhales sharply and gives me a look, like my challenge is accepted.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” she purrs. “You’re the one who’s going to be finding it hard to keep your hands off me. Very hard.” Her arm begins to move again. Such a slight motion, but I know exactly what it means. She’s getting herself off, rubbing furiously at that slick nub, imagining my thick fingers driving deep inside.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“I’m so wet,” she whispers, a gleam in her eyes. “I want you inside me.”

My hard-on grows to epic proportions under the table. Damn.

But two can play at that game.

“Put your fingers up that sweet, wet pussy,” I order her in a low voice. “Now rub your clit. Can you feel that, baby? Harder now, I know you like it rough.”

I watch her, our eyes locked in a private battle. She lets out a low moan and it makes me want to shove the plates to the floor and bury my cock in that gasping mouth.

“I’m aching for you,” she whimpers. “I need your fingers here, filling me up. Your cock in my mouth…”

Oh hell. I grip the table hard to keep from reaching for her. She looks so ready to be fucked: her cheeks are bright red, her tight nipples straining against her dress. She’s in a secret frenzy, desperate for release, but not able to push herself over the edge.

“You’re close, baby. I can see it.” I fight to keep control. “It’s written all over your face. But you made the rules, remember? You’re the one who said no touching during dinner.”

She whimpers.

I catch sight of the hostess across the courtyard. I beckon her over to us. Time to make things interesting.

“Yes, Mr. Vaughn?” The hostess arrives. Keely’s eyes flare with shock, her mouth falls open.

“I have a question,” I begin, keeping one eye on Keely and her jerking hand.

“What do you need?” the hostess asks me eagerly, leaning in to show off her rack. I ignore it.

“My friend here was wondering, where did you get that dress? You wanted to know, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I look at Keely, and the hostess turns too.

Keely’s reeks of sex, anyone with half a brain could take one look and know what she’s doing there under the tablecloth.

She’s lucky our hostess is so fucking dumb.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” I add, pushing it. “You know you want it.”

Keely pupils are dilated, the skin on her chest mottled red. She looks like she’s about to come her brains out. Which is exactly what I want.

“It’s Versace,” the hostess tells her, oblivious. “From a store on Robertson.”

I feel a kick under the table. Keely glares at me, trying to keep her cool. But she can’t act for shit, her lust is written clear on her face.

Fine.

I relent, turning on my charm. “It fits you perfectly,” I say, and the hostess snaps her head around, focused on me again. I give her a flirty grin, glancing past her in time to see Keely gripping the lip of the table with one hand, her knuckles turning white as her eyes roll back in her head. She climaxes with a delicious shudder, jerking hard enough against the table to send her water glass crashing to the ground.

The hostess leaps back.

“I’m so sorry,” I say smoothly. “Why don’t you send someone to wipe that up?”

The hostess leaves us. Keely recovers, breathing hard.

“You alright there?” I ask, smirking. Victory is sweet.

She giggles. “You think you won, don’t you?”

I pause. “In case you didn’t notice, you just came.”

“I know.” She slides her hand out from under the table. It’s glistening, slick with her juices. She slides one finger between her lips and sucks.

Fuck. My hard-on rages, fucking agony.

“I came, not you,” she murmurs with a wicked smile. “You’re still stiff as a fucking board, aching to be inside me. I’d say that’s a point to me.”

Damn, this girl has balls. I narrow my eyes, wanting her even more. “One point, maybe. But I’m going to take the game, set, and fucking match. Just you wait.”