Page 129 of Beauty
His lips turn up in a salacious grin. “And that makes you wet.”
He knows it’s true. He knows I love when he takes me in public. Fuck, what is wrong with me? Am I really considering this?
“I won’t let anyone see a single inch of you,” he whispers against my neck, his breath sending goose bumps skittering down my arm. “But I will have you writhing. So unless you want the people nearby to know what I do to you, you’ll have to keep those moans to a whimper.”
He rests a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently. The feel of it, warm and heavy against my heated skin, pulls an embarrassing groan from me. “Give me the card.”
I fumble for my purse and dig it out.
He plucks it from my hold, then bites down on my neck and sucks. Then he licks away the sting. “Good girl.”
My pussy spasms around absolutely nothing. “Oh god, please.”
He inches higher, teasing the hem of my dress, teasing me, his movements painfully slow. When he finally pushes my thighs apart, I clutch at him, urging him on. As he nuzzles my neck, spots dance in my vision. I suck in a harsh breath, my brain and body starved of oxygen. I’m drunk on desire. Dizzy with want. All concerns about what’s right and who could see have been erased. All I want is for Noah to touch me. To make me come.
“How ’bout we play a little game?” he suggests as he cups my pussy.
A shudder rolls through me. “A game?”
Noah flicks his thumb up and down over my pubic bone. “Yes. I want you to look around the room and tell me exactly what the people around us are doing.”
Brow furrowed, I frown up at him. “That’s it?”
He spears me with a finger, and I turn into him, bringing my mouth to his to stifle the sound with a kiss.
With a nip to my lip, he pulls back. “Face forward. Tell me what you see. If your descriptions are detailed enough, if you answer all my questions, then I’ll let you come.”
A huff of a laugh escapes me. This man is so fucking?—
He adds a second finger and curls them together, making it impossible to even finish a thought. “Holy shit,” I mumble.
“Tell me,” he demands. “What do you see?”
With a heavy swallow, I force my attention to a table to the side of us. Only when the sight registers do I understand the game he wants to play.
There are three people in that booth. One woman?—
He gives my clit a sharp tug. “Tell me what you see.”
I hiss, the pain and pleasure sending a thrill through me. “That hurt.”
One side of his mouth tips up. “Want me to lick it better? I’m happy to lay you out on the table.”
Pussy clenching, I drop my head back and moan.
As thrilling as the idea is, in reality, I’m not ready to be spread out for everyone to see. So I force my eyes open and play along. “There are two men,” I tell him. “One is leaning back against the booth. And there’s a woman leaning against him, between his legs.” I’m panting, my words coming out breathy and disjointed.
“Good girl, keep talking.” He rubs circles over my clit while slowly fucking me with both fingers.
I swallow another moan and clench around him tightly. “The other man just pulled her top down. He’s sucking on her nipple.”
“What do you think of her tits? Are they nice?”
“Um—” I lick my lips. The simplest words are hard to form in this state. “Yes. Really nice. You should look.”
He chuckles. “The only set of tits I want to look at are right here in front of me. Want to give me a better peek, though?”
If the question had been demanding, I would shoot him down instantly. Instead, his voice is soft and suggestive, making me actually consider his request. Do I want my breasts out like her?
