Jack heard them over the swell of the music. Jack's deft fingers blasted me toward a deep climax, one that I hadn't expected given the impromptu nature of the act.
I guess that's why people did this stuff in public...
As soon as I came down, my eyes were on the alert again, suspicious of every person that was nearby. I knew my cheeks were flushed bright red, but nobody could probably tell.
Jack's fingers left me, and when I turned to face him again, I noticed his erection standing proudly from his unzipped fly. "My turn?" he asked.
My heart started pounding even worse than when the waitress had been here. "Jack, uh—"
"You know you want to. I swear I'm not just being a guy. You liked that a lot."
Once again, he knew what was up in my brain. I was flooded with a weird kind of desire, a desire to reciprocate, but also to do something so raw in front of all of these people. I wanted to risk getting caught, but I couldn't explain why.
Well, it was fun. Why did I need to dig any deeper than that?
I shrugged and spit into my fingers. "You'd better be quick," I said.
"I promise." He gave me a wicked smile. The first stroke cleared that smile away and replaced it with a series of scrunched, hot-as-hell, photo-worthy expressions.
At first, his length made my hand rise above the surface of the table, something I was way too nervous about. "Tilt your hips toward me," I demanded. He complied.
Saliva blended with his pre-cum, my strokes smooth and rapid. I watched him intently, studying his reactions. His eyes opened and closed at random, his chest rising and falling like the tide. I pumped frantically and consistently, my grip tight and focused.
"Is that good, Jack?" I whispered in his ear.
"God, no fucking games right now." His words expressed nothing but confused bliss.
My eyes remained on lookout the whole time, going back and forth across the horizon. I was so fixated on that that I didn't even feel him start to come.
His groan hit my ear as his semen spilled across my thighs, his cock twitching between my fingers.
"Shit!" I said quietly cursing myself for not keeping up.
"I told you it would be quick!" he said, mid-groan. He had a point.
Come continued spilling against me—I hadn't even thought about that part when I started—but I just let it happen since it seemed to be the only logical thing to do. Jack was struggling to catch his breath—and I really liked that.
He finally calmed down and I politely handed his erection back to him. "I don't want to get it on your pants," I said. It was funny watching him hold it in his hand beneath the surface of the table.
"Thanks. But what about you?"
"I hadn't really thought about that." I started giggling after looking down at the sticky mess on my thighs. It was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to stand up yet.
Before I finished surveying the damage, I heard that voice again and immediately tensed up. I caught myself this time, however.
"Two waters and some napkins," Jack said.
"No drinks?"
"We've been drinking all night at the bar," he said. "And her nose is running like a faucet." Jack froze and smiled.
"Whatever." The waitress gave a tired smile and then headed away.
I burst out laughing. "God, if only she knew."
"Do you want her to know?" Jack asked. "Should I tell her?"
I promptly shook my head.
She returned a couple of minutes later with our waters and a leaning tower of napkins, almost like she knew we were up to something. "Thanks," Jack said.
"They're on the house." She smiled again.
"We're so lucky!" Jack said to me. I nodded.
After she left, I wiped up the mess and guzzled my water. I couldn't believe how dehydrated I was. Jack's water disappeared almost as fast as mine did. Our "drinks" gone, I dumped the evidence in the bathroom trash and then joined Jack in the hotel lobby.
The elevator ride was quiet and subdued. I cuddled up to Jack and stayed that way until the bell dinged. Something felt so right, even amid all of this childish behavior. I scolded myself for even referring to it as childish, because what did I know? That had been thrilling and fun, a distraction from the rigors of everyday life.
Oh yeah, that. Didn't matter; in his arms I felt inviolable.
Despite my assumption that Jack was tired out, when we got back into the room, he unremittingly