them on?
I heard the low groan he let out from deep in his chest. He put his phone down and looked like he was in a daze for a second. He picked up his phone but didn’t type anything. He put the phone back down and shifted his body toward me.
Leaning over, his lips brushed against my ear. “What are you doing to me?”
When I felt his hand on my left knee, I sucked in a sharp breath. It felt so good for him to touch me. But when his fingers slid up my thighs, I almost moaned out loud. He reached the apex of my thighs and we both let out audible noises of approval.
He caressed the damp fabric and I almost came right then and there.
“Kingston,” I breathed, resisting the urge to scream his name.
His finger was moving in a circular motion, gently teasing me.
“Do you still think it’s just science and alcohol?” The air from his lips tickled my skin as he baited me with the question.
My legs spread a little more. “And Truth or Dare,” I added breathily.
“It doesn’t feel like a game to me. Does this feel like a game to you?” he wondered, his fingers hooking the lace fabric and moving it to the side. “Because it feels like it’s more than that. And it wasn’t the alcohol… I woke up completely sober and I still wanted to taste you.”
I opened my legs wider, allowing him more space to play in my wetness. It felt so good.
“I still wanted to feel you come on my tongue… and my dick,” he uttered with such desire that my nipples started to ache.
Kingston had me on fire and if we were anywhere else, I would’ve told him to meet me in my room. But we were at Chloe’s rehearsal dinner. We were sitting at the dinner table in a packed restaurant with friends. We were just friends.
If we don’t want to get caught, we need to stop, I thought as I closed my eyes briefly.
But the moment the pad of his finger brushed my clit, a moan escaped my lips. I was a little too loud.
He froze.
I froze.
His hand froze.
My body froze.
Eli didn’t seem to notice, but Tisha did. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded and then she nodded.
“So, tell me about when you went fishing with your dad?” Tisha asked Eli loudly, leaning toward him.
He matched her level of enthusiasm and told a story.
I heard none of it.
Kingston pressed his face against my ear. “You don’t really think your pussy is this wet because you had a drink earlier… Or because of a game, do you?”
“No,” I exhaled, as his fingers slid over my waxed slit.
“You’re this wet because you want me to make you come, don’t you?”
Kingston was playing with me with the implied goal of driving me crazy. I can’t let him continue doing this. I can’t let him stop. My mind was at war. We’re in public!
As much as I wanted that to be a deterrent, it turned me on more.
“Answer me,” he demanded hotly. “You want me to make you come just as badly as I want to make you come.”
I grabbed his arm. I wanted him to keep going and to stop at the same time.
“I can’t wait for my tongue to be right here”—he started moving his finger faster over the hardened bundle of nerves— “so I can taste the moment you give in to me.”
That was it.
The orgasm rolled through my body hard and fast. I squeezed my eyes shut and my body jerked then stilled. I clamped my mouth shut to keep the noise to a minimum. A small, almost inaudible groan escaped me. Liquid heat spread through my entire body. I dug my nails into Kingston’s arm as I tried to contain myself.
“The special with tostones?” the waiter asked, causing my eyes to fly open.
Kingston raised his free hand. “Right here.”
He discreetly eased his hand with my juices on them from between my legs as the waiter passed around the rest of the food. Without taking his eyes off me, he put his fingers in his mouth. “Tastes as good as it looks.”
“It’s our special black pepper sauce,” the waiter chimed in, assuming he was referring to the sauce near Kingston’s plate. “That is our most popular sauce. I’ve also brought you the béarnaise sauce and the house barbeque sauce. Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“Can we