Chapter 261: Wet Dinner
Holly's POV
“Take the jacket off, Hol,” Amber pressed again, laughing. “You’re turning beet red…why won't you listen…or is it because it's your boyfriend’s jacket?”
“I—I can’t,” I gasped. My voice cracked. “My…my arms are…tired…”
It was the dumbest excuse in history, but my arms were tired…from gripping the table so hard I thought I’d leave dents.
David’s thumb pressed harder on my clit one more time. A slow, filthy grind. Then he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me open all over again and—
I broke.
Another orgasm hit like a freight train.
My thighs buckled, spasmed, tried to clamp down again but his knee kept me pried wide. A silent scream lodged in my throat. My whole lower body seized…pulse after pulse of wet heat flooding over his hand, dripping, squirting in tiny, shameful bursts that I prayed to God no one could hear over the jazz music. My vision tunneled. My toes curled inside my heels so hard I thought the straps would snap.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
I could only feel David’s fingers still moving slowly, milking every last tremor out of me while I sat there, flushed, wrecked, pretending to be a normal human being having dinner.
He finally eased off…just enough to let me breathe…but he didn’t pull out. He kept two fingers buried deep, slow, lazy pumps, like he was petting me through the aftershocks.
I was shaking.
Sweat dripped from my temple onto the tablecloth.
Amber tilted her head. “Seriously, girl. Jacket. Now. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
I managed a weak laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Maybe…maybe later…”
David leaned in slightly, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Good girl,” he whispered, voice dark honey. “You soaked my hand so pretty for me. How about another round? How about getting under the table and taking me in?”
I turned my head towards his face, lips brushing his ear too, my voice desperate and broken. “Please…just stop.”
His mouth curved against my temple. “I will. If only you promise to come home with me tonight. I don’t want you to leave with that brat.”
“I—I can’t—”
He thrust both fingers deep, curled them viciously against that spot, and held.
I gasped so sharply I had to snap my mouth shut, teeth clacking. I was so shocked no one even noticed or found anything suspicious.
“Fine…fine…fine, I will…just stop…please—”
He smiled…slowly, his tone laced with a victorious edge. “Good girl.”
Then he withdrew…slowly, torturously…letting me feel every inch of his exit. But right before he withdrew completely, he gave my pussy a firm slap that sent another wave of pleasure down my belly.
Then, he brought his fingers up again, glistening, obscene, and licked them clean right in front of me while staring straight into my eyes.
The sudden emptiness hit like a slap. Relief crashed through me…and right behind it came the most humiliating wave of disappointment. My body actually clenched around nothing, aching, betrayed by the absence.
I watched, dazed, as David lifted his hand above the table like it was nothing. Two glistening fingers. He brought them to his mouth, sucked them clean, eyes never leaving mine.
A low, satisfied “Hmmm.”
Norman blinked at him. “The hell are you doing, Dave?”
David shrugged, lazy. “I just dipped my hand in the sweetest wine I’ve ever tasted. Best vintage in the room.”
Norman snorted. “Then why didn’t you just drink the damn wine instead of sticking your finger in it like a child?”
David turned to me, smirking slowly and dangerously. “You have no idea how much I’d love to drink that wine right now. All of it. But I can’t. Right, Holly?
My face flamed with embarrassment as everyone turned to look at me. I wanted to die. I also wanted to climb him right there.
“Uhm… I don’t know what you mean, sir,” I replied, my voice coming out steadier than I thought.
Norman, completely oblivious, waved a hand. “Go ahead then, drink it. It’s right in front of you. We can even order for more.”
Perfect timing…as always…Tyler chose that exact second to walk back in.
“Sorry about that, family emergency. All good now.” He flashed that easy smile, dropped into his chair, and immediately pulled mine closer to him again.
He's back to playing the dotting boyfriend not knowing that I was already ruined…dripping, trembling, marked…while the entire table talked about how cute our relationship was.
I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or beg David to do it again.
Tyler settled down, and noticing the distance, moved my chair closer to his, squeezing my hand gently.
I heard a low groan from David’s direction after Tyler moved me away from him.
My phone beeped a few minutes later and I glanced down.
David: ‘Come closer. Now.’
I sighed…out loud frustrated. What will he do now? Expose everything in front of everyone? I low-key wanted to find out.
Tyler caught the change in my expression instantly. He cupped my cheeks with both hands, concern written all over his unfairly handsome face. “Hey…you okay? You look flushed. Should we get going, baby?”
Before I could even form an answer—
A commotion exploded outside the private room.
“Ma’am…you can’t go in there!”
“Watch me,” a voice thundered.
The double doors burst open so hard they banged against the walls.
And standing in the doorway, breathing fire, heels clicking like gunshots, eyes blazing straight at me was the last person on earth any of us expected to see tonight.