She immediately tries to close her legs, like I thought she would.
"No, no. Keep them open unless you want to use a safe word. Do you want to use a safe word?"
"No," she whispers.
When I spread my legs wider, I force her to dress up her thighs. If she isn't wearing underwear, anyone who looks at her will be able to tell.
"Are you wearing underwear?" I murmur in her ear as I lightly trail one hand up her thigh, intent on finding out.
"Yes," she whispers again.
When she wiggles on my lap, I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her in place as I trail my other hand under her dress, coming in contact with the lace keeping us separated.
She's soaked, and it makes my cock twitch. I'm sure she feels it digging into her ass, but I ignore it. This is for her.
"Look at the way he’s holding her down. She's pinned and unable to move as he takes her. Is that what you like?" I ask, redirecting her attention to the couple she noticed earlier.
I lightly run my fingers over the soaked lace of her panties.Her breathing increases and her nipples are hard peaks under her dress, all signs she loves what she sees.
"What do you like better? That he’s holding her down, or that he's taking what he wants from her?" I coax, wanting to understand her more.
I shouldn't want to. Hell, I shouldn't be touching her. I should be sending her on her way with the promise not to bring this up to Gemma, who doesn't know this side of me.
Hell, if I can walk away now. If I'm going to crash and burn, it will be tonight with the memory of her here.
"Him taking," she breathes.
Though she’s shy, that's okay. I can work with shyness. I love that about her.
"Keep watching then, Princess. Watch him take what he wants from her and her loving every minute of it."
She obeys and keeps her eyes on the couple as I move the soaked lace to the side and run my fingers through her folds. She gasps but doesn't stop me. Her juices coat my fingers before I bring them to her clit and start gently playing with it.
"What about the couple at the other end of the sectional?" I redirect her attention to a man sitting on the couch where a woman kneels as he slams his cock in and out of her mouth. She’s given control to him in the ultimate sign of trust.
"I... I don't know," she says as she watches them. Her body doesn't respond as much as the first couple, so I tuck the knowledge into the back of my head.
"What about the St. Andrews Cross?" I nod behind the seating area, and when her eyes land on the woman restrained there, I swear she gushes on my hand.
I have my answer, but she still shakes her head.
"Keep your eyes on them," I tell her as I kiss her neck and thrust two fingers into her.
She moans, drawing the eyes of a few people around us, but her eyes are on the woman being taken roughly. Only it’s not by the same man as earlier. That man is standing to the side, playing with her breasts.
I move the hand gripping her waist up to her gorgeous perky breasts and start playing with them in much the same way the man is playing with the woman Summer is watching.
When I pick up the pace with my fingers thrusting inside her and my thumb playing with her clit, she becomes lost in the moment, moaning and melting into me. Fuck, if it's not the sweetest sound I've ever heard in my life. This girl I've been fantasizing over is moaning as I play with her while she watches something I want to do to her so badly.
Her heart is racing and her breaths are shallow, so I can tell she's about to come. When her entire body locks up, I tilt her head to mine and kiss her for the first time before she lets go of me. I swallow her screams of pleasure because I’m the only one to get those, not anyone else in this room.
As she starts to relax, I reluctantly remove my hand and place her underwear back in place. I keep my mouth on hers as she slowly returns my kiss.
When I pull away, I can tell I've hit her limit tonight. She needs to wrap her head around what’s happened. I turn her sideways in my lap, closing her legs, and wrap my arms around her, giving her a safe space to relax. I gently rub my hands up and down her body, soaking in every curve.
Aftercare is important no matter how small the scene, but I've never craved it like this. The need to hold her in my arms and keep her safe is overwhelming.
Finally, Summer sits up and looks around again, but no one is paying us any attention. Just like that, the shy girl I've come to know is back.