Page 134 of Devious Obsession
Not even when something touches down on the table over my head, and Steele murmurs something about me being right back.
Our food arrived, maybe, or drinks.
I grind harder on his foot, chasing my own pleasure as well as his. The leggings are barely in the way, the fabric sliding between my legs. The tattoo still smarts when I rub too hard, but I think I like that little dose of pain.
“Aspen,” Steele says under his breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Good, I think.Because same.
I take him in my mouth, gagging around his length when he touches the back of my throat again. I can barely get him halfway into my mouth without him forcing it. I use my hand to stroke the rest of him, down to the base and back up. I grip him tighter.
He flexes his foot, pressing up into me, and a rising tide of a climax rushes through me. I hum around his dick, my eyes closing. I can’t control the noise that comes out of me, a low moan that is a surefire giveaway of what’s happening here.
He knocks on the table twice.
A second later, his cock jerks. His balls lift and pulse in my palm, and his cum fills my mouth. I swallow it down, then keep my mouth around him. My eyes are still shut, and I stay like that. Perfectly still.
Because I don’t want it to end?
Or because I don’t want to be seen crawling out from under the table?
After a minute, though, I pull away. He slides a white cloth napkin under the table, leaving it on his thigh, and I take it with shaking hands. I wipe my face and dab under my eyes, surprised that they watered so bad. Tears track down my cheeks.
I didn’t even go that hard…
Didn’t I?
I pat his dick and balls dry and tuck him back into his slacks. I left the streaks of dark-pink lipstick behind, though. I do the button and the zipper and run my hand down his thighs. My hands stop just above his knees, and I bow my head forward to rest against him.
My face burns.
“Come on out, sweetheart,” Steele says softly.
He’s going to have to tow me out of here.
And then his chair is scooting back, and the tablecloth lifts. He offers me his hands.
I take them both and let him guide me out, again between his legs. I use his thighs as support to stand, but I’m not on my feet long. He pulls me down on his lap, cinching his arms around me.
“Kiss me,” he orders.
I lick my lips.
“Aspen,” he warns. “Kiss. Me.”
My eyes close, and I lean toward him. His lips touch mine. Part them. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, and his teeth follow. A quick nip, and then he’s done. He leans back and touches my chin.
I crack my eyes open again, meeting his gaze. He seems…proud. Or content, maybe?
“Tell me, Aspen, is your lipstick on my cock?”
I bite my lip, then nod.
His smile wins out.
“Good,” he says. “It’s going to stay there through the game.”
My heart skips, but he’s already putting me back on my feet and motioning for me to take my seat. It’s a good thing it’s close, because my legs wobble on my way to my chair.
