“Y-you can’t,” she argues, wrapping her hand around my arm and trying to tug me away.
“Look,” I command, “everyone is watching them. No one will even know.”
She gushes at my words.
“Watch the show, Demon.”
She swallows nervously and I push my fingers lower, teasing her entrance.
Ripping my eyes from her, I watch Emmie as she prowls toward Stella.
Nico sits forward on his elbows as if it’ll help him get a better view.
“Hey girl,” Emmie purrs, putting on the seductive voice she uses on Theo when she wants to get him to agree with whatever she’s saying. “I hope you’re drunk enough to handle this. I’d hate to turn you with one kiss.”
Seb scoffs. “Hardly. She’s addicted to my cock.”
“We’ll see,” Emmie mutters, pressing her knee to the seat beside Stella and straddling her lap.
“Oh God,” Jodie moans in encouragement.
Thankfully, Emmie’s back blocks my view from what’s happening, but I get a good fucking clue when Alex shouts, “Oh hell yeah,” and Seb tugs at his jeans in a way that actually makes me feel a little sorry for him. That shit’s gotta be uncomfortable.
Seb and Theo share a look, silent promises crackling between them that I can predict but can’t read.
“So what do you say?” Emmie asks, sitting back. “You gonna change teams and run into the sunset with me, Princess?”
“Sorry, baby,” Stella purrs. “You’ve just not got enough cock for me.”
Reaching over, Stella runs her hand up Seb’s thigh, and he groans loudly as she grasps him through his jeans.
“Damn. I guess I’d better try harder next time,” Emmie teases before returning to Theo and mimicking the move she just pulled on Stella. She sinks down onto his lap, twists his hair in her fingers, and drags his head back to exactly where she wants him. “You enjoy that, Boss?” she teases, grinding down on him.
No one to sit back and take it, he wraps his arms around her, crushes her body to his, and claims her lips. Wiping away any memory of Stella’s kiss, I’m sure.
“Emmie, it’s your turn to spin,” Alex shouts, but all she does is lift her hand and flip him off.
“Lovely,” he mutters lightly.
“I’ll spin it,” Stella says, leaning forward and twisting it.
Alex uses the table for a drum roll, and I take the opportunity to push my fingers deeper inside my girl and curl them until she moans.