“I love the way you feel. Whether it’s taking my fingers like a good girl or coming around my cock, there is still no place I’d rather be than inside you.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud and drawing attention to us. I flick my eyes to the bar, making sure my mark is still there, schmoozing the woman beside him before I allow myself to lean back and spread my legs wider.
“That’s it, baby. Let me inside you. Mmm…so hot, so wet.”
A second finger joins the first as he twists his hand and taps against the front wall of my pussy. I hiss, my toes clenching in my shoes.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he teases, thrusting his fingers in and out of me.
I can hear how wet I am, which makes me look around to see if anyone else has. They are still oblivious.
My actions managed to draw the attention of a passing server.
I freeze when he approaches, but not Vega. Oh no. He presses his fingers as far inside me as he can get them before stroking that spot that makes me see stars.
“Can I get you anything else?” the server asks, his eyes moving from Vega to me, a small frown marring his forehead as he takes in my flushed face.
“Are you okay?”
Vega looks at me and smirks, his fingers still working me into a frenzy as I grip the table so hard my fingers begin to cramp.
“You do look a little hot, baby. Maybe some ice water would cool her down,” Vega orders.
“Right away, sir.”
The guy hurries away as I glare daggers at Vega, who dips his head and presses his lips to my neck, making me shiver.
“I think he knows what I’m doing, Duchess. I think he was wishing it was him fucking this tight pussy with his fingers. If I’d have given him permission, he’d have dropped to his knees, crawled under the table, and eaten you until you creamed all over his tongue.”
I spasm around his fingers, clutching him tightly as his words turn me on far more than they should have.
“Shame he can’t have you, though. And why’s that, Duchess?”
My eyes slip closed, my lips parting as I fight to stop myself from coming. “Because I’m yours,” I breathe.
“Damn fucking straight,” he growls, biting my neck.
I moan quietly, unable to hold it back.
“Ah, here he is now.”
I open my eyes and try to act natural as the server reappears with a glass of iced water.
“There you go. Anything else?”
“I’ll take a whiskey, neat.”
“Of course.” He turns without complaint, even though Vega could have ordered the damn thing the first time.
I forget about all that until the sound of ice clinking draws my attention. Lifting a cube from my glass, he presses it to my lips.
“Suck,” he whispers.
I open my mouth and let him slip the ice cube inside before sucking his finger. When he reaches for another one, I shake my head, but he doesn’t lift it to my lips.
He drags it up my thigh, making me jolt. I reach out to grip his wrist, but he’s faster than I am, pulling his fingers free from my pussy only so he can slip the ice cube inside me.
“Fuck,” I curse as Vega strokes his fingers over my clit, making me clench around the ice.