You've officially lost your mind!
The voice of reason inside my head is wailing like crazy, but with the loud thumping of my heart filling my eardrums, I lose sight of all things rational, and I find myself slowly start kissing the sheikh back, just like he ordered.
This, as with all the other things he's made me experience, is my first kiss, and since I have no idea if what I'm doing is right, I just end up trusting my instincts as I awkwardly touch his tongue with mine.
A part of me is worried I'd fail to satisfy him, but then I hear the sheikh release a guttural groan, and the sound makes my body tingle with a feminine thrill.
"More," the sheikh rasps out, and drunk as I was with the knowledge that I can affect him, I find myself moving my tongue more eagerly against his, and oh, oh, oh—-
The sheikh suddenly starts sucking hungrily on my tongue, and it's like being eaten in the most wanton way possible. I want it to go on and on, but when the sheikh urges me to do the same, I realize it can get even better.
And it really is so much better, with the sheikh growling against my lips the moment I return the favor, and I start sucking on his tongue.
"That skank!"
I jerk in shock against the sheikh, wondering if we've been discovered—-
"Relax, girl."
But now I realize it's only that we have company, and I wrench my mouth off his at the sound of the other girl's voice.
"We got ya."
Oh God.
There's three of them?
I look at the sheikh in horror, and that's when I see his golden eyes gleam oh-so-wickedly.
Shit, shit, shit!
His hand is already inside my skirt before I can move, and his fingers have already found my swollen clit before I can tell him to stop.
Aaaaaah!
I fall back against the door with a thud, and the sound causes the two girls outside to stop mid-chat.
"Hello?" It's one of the girls, and she sounds...incredulous.
Just as I open my mouth to answer, the sheikh starts rubbing my clit, and my entire body shudders.
Oh God.
"Is anyone there?"
Someone knocks on my door right after, and I realize things can go embarrassingly downhill fast if I don't answer them.
"Hellooooo—-"
"S-Sorry," I manage to choke out even as the sheikh continues to torment my clit. "Dropped my pho...ooooone." The last one turns into a moan, with the sheikh now rubbing my clit faster and harder.
I'm completely sure none of the girls is buying it, but how can I make myself care when the sheikh has already taken my mouth for another kiss? With every thrust of his tongue past my lips, his finges on my clit are also moving in furious tandem, and it's all I can do not to whimper.
"Don't forget to use a condom!"
One of the girls yells it out, and as she and her friends giggle, I can only moan against the sheikh's lips while I feel his broad shoulders rock in laughter.
"Don't worry," the sheikh whispers. "We won't need one just yet."
"We won't need anything because you're going to stop this—-" I grab his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand out of my skirt, but this only makes the sheikh laugh softly.
"Do you want me to end this now?"
"Yes!"
"As you wish, my Seven."
His thumb presses down hard on my clit, and I realize too late what he means by ending it.
God!
The sheikh bends down to bite my ear, and it's more than enough to nudge me over a sensual cliff of pleasure. I cry out as I cum, and I can feel him watching me even as his fingers continue to stimulate my clit.
I'm still in a daze when he pulls away, and as I lean weakly against the door, I see the sheikh crouch down on one knee—-
RIP!
It's already over before I even realize what's happening, and just like that the sheikh has another set of my panties to add to his collection.
I look up at him, heart beating hard, and body still shaking with need. "Perv!"
But the sheikh only smiles, and his touch is gentle as he tucks a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. "Only for you, Seven." And then his smile vanishes, and his tone becomes curt. "Now, go back to the boy and tell him it's over."
Chapter Four
Hal looks even more worried when I get back to our table. "I was ready to call the police." He says the words in a light tone, but I'm pretty sure it's half meant, and it just makes me feel even guiltier.
Even if the sheikh hasn't ordered me to end things with Hal, I still would've done so, and I also know that the sooner I do it, the better. A sweet guy like Hal doesn't deserve a two-timing (of sorts) bitch like me, but—-