Werebeasties

“I could check,” Adam offered. He snaked his hand under the tablecloth and skated it upwards to her pussy.

Sam stiffened. Maintaining a poker face while Adam casually stroked her as if she was his favourite kitty cat was impossible. Her body reacted to his hand wantonly. She moistened, despite trying not to.

Adam plucked her clit and rolled it between his fingers. Sam gripped her spoon. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was he trying to make her come in the middle of the rich people’s party?

Most likely.

Pleasure engulfed her with knife-sharp clarity. She had to make Adam stop. Thing was, she couldn’t refuse anything her bosses had in mind. But if she came, she’d embarrass herself.

Sam cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I have to go to the bathroom.”

David and Adam threw her disappointed looks.

“Really?” Adam baited.

“I really have to.”

Adam withdrew his hand. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” Only the rest of the party. Sam excused herself and wound her way out of the ballroom to find the women’s restroom.

She closed the door with relief.

That was…nuts.

The bathroom was empty. The place was as fancy as the ballroom. Dark, sophisticated wallpaper. Rustic tiles. Gleaming countertop. Sam strode to the sink to wash her hands and maybe cool off her head.

The faucet turned on by itself when she waved in front of its sensor. Wow. Sam was impressed. Rich people and their gadgets. She washed her hands with cold water. Then she patted some on her neck and temples to cool off her burning arousal.

It helped.

A little.

The door opened.

She widened her eyes. Calvin breezed inside the ladies’ room like he owned the place. He had a folding chair in his hand that he must have snatched from somewhere. He wedged the chair on the doorknob as if he didn’t want anybody else to come in.

“Calvin. What are you doing here?”

“Stealing my turn.”

“Oh.”

“Say, are you up for a quickie?”

“Well…”

“I’ll be quick, I promise.” Calvin came behind her. He nuzzled the shell of her ear.

Sam shivered. Calvin nipped her earlobe. A surge of lust shot through her pussy.

“Besides, I thought you might want these back.” He took the crumpled panties out of his pocket and thrust them into her hand. “You’re not the type of woman who likes going bare.”

“No.” She chuckled.

“Hmm. Thought so.” Calvin held her face and kissed her deeply.

Her mind was wiped blank for a long moment. Her toes curled from the pleasure. His kiss was sweet and unhurried. He kissed as if he wanted to know her better, find out what she liked. It wasn’t a greedy, starving kiss like Adam’s or David’s. Nevertheless, when he parted his lips, Sam found herself burning.