Page 367 of Eternal
He pressed a slow kiss to my mouth then he let me fall back into the seat like I wasn’t already ruined by the way he talked to me a few seconds ago.
And then he moved, hand under the table, chest steady, mouth curling slow, his eyes never leaving mine.
I touched myself forhim.
He touched himself forme.
Neon flickered off his face, those ocean eyes locked on mine. Ocean turned to flames.
My fingers slick inside me, moving faster. Imagininghim.Imagining his voice whispering next to my ear how much he loved the way I felt, the way I took him in, that he was proud of me.
His hand moved in time with mine. I could see him stroking himself under the table,hard, eyes still locked on mine, full of pride, affection, and an aching kind of want. He could’ve devoured me whole, but he liked to play with his food.
Neither of us broke eye contact.
But then he smiled. “Partner,you really expected me to sit here and behave…” he said, before lowering his voice even more, “…when you look like that?”
My body jerked, hips trembling. Fingers circling my clit, then pushing inside me.
Brutal, harder,faster, onlyme.
I was doing that to myself, and he simply watched, happy that I was comfortable enough for this.
I could see his leg twitch under the table, muscles tight. Then I noticed it. The lace panties I’d slipped off earlier, now clenched in his fingers. Wrapped around his cock.
His legs parted slightly, fingers moving hard, fast, and relentlessly. He didn’t look away.Never.
I bit my lip, pressing my fingers harder, matching the rhythm I saw in his leg, felt in his stare.
His grip on the lace tightened, chest rising and falling rapidly, then his breath caught, sudden and intense.
A low “fuck,” slipped out of his mouth, head falling back. He came, fingers clenched tight around my panties and I kept staring at him because I couldn’t look away.
Not even when I came, trembling, moaning quietly, breath catching like I might shatter.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, looking at each other and smiling stupidly. Music was still a bit loud around us and people were still talking and laughing waiting for the real party to start.
His hand finally fell away. He leaned back, smiling that crooked, proud smile. “You made a mess of yourself for me in public,” he said, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Without breaking eye contact, he slid the lace back to me, fingers brushing my thigh.
“Put these back on.”
He wants me to wear this. His mess.
Why am I even more turned on?
I smiled, sliding the panties back on. “Oh, would this make you happy?”
He grinned, leaning forward, eyes sparkling. “Immensely.”
“Branding me?”
He nodded slowly, “I love knowing you’re wearing me.”
Then the lights dipped. The music slowed and everyone stopped talking as a voice rose behind me.
Hisvoice. Jenkin Laurens.
