Page 58 of Cruel Offer
My breath leaves my body as he moves his hand and cups my sex over my dress. His strong, sure fingers lightly stroke and tease. I can’t believe he’s doing this here, in the middle of the park, or that I’m letting him.
Not that I have a choice. My brain isn’t in control and my body wants this so much. Nate presses in closer, drenching me in the sexy scent of his cologne. There isn’t enough light for me to see his eyes, so I close mine and sink into the sensation of his hand sliding underneath my dress and slipping under my panties.
A sharp gasp slips from my throat when he finds my clit and mercilessly rubs it in little circles. Gripping his shoulders, I lean into him and bury my face in his chest in a weak attempt to quiet my moans. All the pleasure and sensations flurry together into a tornado of need, and I forget that we’re in public and that anyone can see.
They can’t, I tell myself. It’s dark. And this feels so good.
“Come for me, Piper. Don’t make me wait or I’ll start talking dirty loud enough that anyone around will hear. And they’ll know what a dirty little slut you are.”
“Yes,” I sigh.
He pinches my clit, and it’s almost painful. “Yes what?”
“Yes, I’m a dirty little slut.”
“That’s my girl. Now come for me. Right now, in the middle of this park.”
He resumes stroking me, his free hand sliding to the base of my throat. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, equal parts turned on and ashamed at how depraved this is. We’re in public, and I’m letting him paw me out here in the open where anyone could see. But the only thing I can think about is my own pleasure, the feel of his hot hands on me.
“Come for me, Piper. Be my little exhibitionist.”
“I need…”
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I need…need you to…fill my pussy,” I stutter.
The second he slides a thick finger inside me, my body clenches hard, then blooms with pleasure as my release slams into me. I’m left gasping against the fabric of his shirt, pressing my forehead into his shoulder as I come in sweet waves.
“That’s a good girl. You’ve earned some gelato.”
He pulls away and takes my hand to help me back to the path. I’m not fully recovered, but I think he said something about gelato. How can he be thinking about food at a time like this?
“Don’t you want something besides food?” I look at his crotch, then back to his eyes and arch my brows.
He smirks but doesn’t respond. I compulsively smooth my dress as if it will keep anyone from knowing what I just did. Surprisingly, the gelato stand at the other end of the park has a line of customers. That’s when I realize there’s a band playing across the street. People have blankets and chairs spread out on the grass beneath the lampposts, listening to the music. Seems a lot of them decided a cool treat was just the thing to make the experience better.
Nate stands close to me as we move ahead in the line.
“Have you recovered?”
I give him a suspicious side-eye. “Yes, sort of.”
“Good. Because we’re going to do it again.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at him. He doesn't say anymore. Just orders two chocolate gelato cones and hands me one, then leads me across the street to where the band is playing.
We stop and listen while we eat our gelato, but I can’t really get into it because I keep wondering what he’s got up his sleeve next. My body is already primed at his dirty promise.
He walks toward a group of enclosed picnic shelters made of stucco. There’s a metal picnic table in the center of each, and he leads me to one and promptly sets me on top with my back to the lawn where the concertgoers are.
We’re in the farthest shelter from the crowd, but the music still reaches us almost too loudly. No one will hear us over the sound. Nate takes a lick of his gelato and dives beneath my skirt. My legs fall apart instinctively, even though I know this is risky. What if someone sees us and calls the police? We could get arrested for indecent exposure.
Glancing down, I realize Nate is kneeling on the bench and half his body is covered by my skirt. To anyone walking past, I’ll look like a woman simply enjoying a treat.
His cold tongue laps at my clit and I jolt in surprise. My gelato goes flying. So much for that. Nate holds his cone above my skirt, so I take it, trying to act normal as he teases me into a hot, needy mess. I don’t dare make a sound, though my rational brain is aware that the music can drown out everything.
He works me fast and hard, licking like I’m the best treat in the world. My thighs clamp around his face and I close my eyes and let myself go, biting my lip as I come. My hand squeezes the cone as I do, crushing it and causing half-melted gelato to gush over my fingers.
