Speaking of wood, his hands dig into my ass, until my lower stomach is pressed firmly against his cock, which is as hard as the strongest wood.
“What do you make out of the wood?” My voice comes out as a moan, and when he sucks the skin of my neck, my hands tighten in his hair.
“Tables and cabinets, wicker furniture, whatever the customer wants.”
One of his legs goes between mine and his hard thigh rubs against my pussy. I press myself unabashedly against him. Our hips are still swaying to the music, but what we’re doing is more than just dancing. It’s a slow seduction of the body, and we both know where it’s leading.
“Sounds interesting.” I want to ask him if he would show me some of his work sometime, but that’s assuming this will go farther than just tonight.
His hands on my ass move to my hips, then he spins me around so my back is against his front. He runs one of his hands down my arm until his hand reaches mine. Grabbing it, he lifts it up and places it on his neck. His other hand goes to my bare stomach, where my shirt has risen. I drop my head against his shoulder at the feel of his callused palm against my heated flesh.
His hand dips down a few inches, before traveling to my side, where he then inches it up slowly. The tips of his fingers skim over my nipples. I lift my head and look around to see if anyone is watching us. I feel so exposed right now. What we’re doing in the middle of the dance floor is so forbidden that I feel like all eyes should be on us, even though there are others who are doing a lot more.
The thought of people watching sends a unbidden thrill through me. Knowing people could be getting turned on, could even be playing with themselves because of our desire for each other, has me grinding my ass back against Tegan. I like the thought of someone else getting off because of what we’re doing. It may be unconventional, but I’m so turned on that I just don’t care at the moment. I may tomorrow, but not tonight.
Tegan’s hands move back down to my stomach, then back up, this time taking the shirt with him. More and more of my stomach is exposed with each inch he moves upward. He stops just below my breasts, but his thumb flicks over the hard nub. A moan slips free.
My eyes dart around the dance floor, but find no eyes on us. Everyone else is in their own little seductive worlds. When I look over by the tables, my eyes catch on Nathan, who’s wearing an intense expression, his eyes firmly on us. Even across the distance and through the darkness, I can see the desire in his eyes, which unnerves me, but also sends a forbidden thrill through me.
With Tegan kissing my neck, it’s easy for him to hear when I turn my head and say, “Nathan’s watching us.”
He grabs a handful of my braid and twists it a couple times in his grip, tilting my head back until my neck is more exposed to him. The twinge of pain from him pulling my braid only adds fuel to the fire in my blood.
“I know,” he whispers, then bites gently down on my ear. He’s no longer trying to hide the fact he’s playing with my nipple. He’s moved his palm so it’s completely engulfing my breast.
My knees go weak, and the only thing that’s holding me up is the hand I tighten in his hair and the grip I have on the back of his thigh. I close my eyes and let out a deep moan. My clit pulses, and I want so bad to reach down and rub it. Or better yet, have Tegan reach down and rub it for me.
His hand leaves my breast and travels back down my stomach to the top of my thigh, where he clenches the soft thin material and slowly inches it up.
“Open your eyes.” I do so, and they immediately land on Nathan’s smoldering gaze. I’m hit with a dizzying wave of lust. His eyes track the movement of Tegan’s hand on my thigh. “Watch him as he watches you. I bet he’s hard as a fucking stone right now, imagining me hiking this skirt the rest of the way up and seeing your soaking wet pussy.”
I bite my lip as Tegan’s words fan the flames engulfing me. The combination of what he’s doing and saying, and seeing the desire in Nathan’s eyes, knowing it’s because of us, is almost more than I can bear. My breath comes in pants and my stomach clenches with need.
Tegan’s hand moves up another inch, the material stopping just short of showing off my goods, but still high enough that his fingers barely skim my panties. I know he has to feel the moisture that’s soaking the silk material. His other hand releases my braid and goes to my neck, turning my head until I can see him. If looks alone could cause an orgasm, the look in Tegan’s eyes would surely do it.
He dips his head until his lips barely brush against mine. I want more, so using my grip in his hair, I pull him down the rest of the way. His fingertips dig into my thigh as his tongue plunders my mouth. He tastes like a mixture of tequila, beer, and mint. The combination is heady and arousing all at once.
When he pulls back, he nips my bottom lip, before letting my neck go so I can turn back around. His thumb lightly rubs against my panty-covered pussy, and I shudder.
“Mmm… you like the thought of him watching us?” he asks.
I fist the material of his jeans. I should be embarrassed and ashamed, but those are the very last things I’m feeling. I want to lie to Tegan. I want to tell him we shouldn’t do this, that we’ve gone too far, and demand he take me home, because he’s obviously into some kinky shit. The wildest thing I’ve done is have sex in a motel pool, and that was at midnight when no one was around.
But a wild, crazy part of me doesn’t want to leave. I want to see how far this goes. I want to explore the naughtier side of myself, a side I had no clue existed until tonight.
“Yes,” I reply nervously.
From Tegan’s deep groan, he likes my answer very much. His thumb rubs against my clit harder, and my toes curl in my heels.
“You want him to see more?” He breathes the question against my ear.
My eyes land on Nathan again. He’s shifted his chair so he’s fully facing us now. The bulge in his jeans is easy to see, even from this far away. He’s gripping his beer bottle with a tight fist, like he’s fighting for control over something. I like knowing I’ve done that to him.
Could I be brave enough to let him see more of me? When I left with Tegan tonight, as long as everything went well, I had planned to sleep with him, but I’m not sure what Tegan is asking, if he wants Nathan to join us or just watch. Can I be that brave? I’m not really sure I can.
“I don’t—” I stop and let out a soft cry when Tegan slips his finger inside my panties without warning and swirls it against my opening. My head thumps back against his shoulder as pleasure courses through me.
His finger moves before I really get a chance to enjoy it. A few more swipes, and I would have had what I know would be the best orgasm of my life. I almost whimper with the loss. I look over my shoulder to find he’s looking at Nathan as he licks his finger, before bringing his eyes down to me, their depths smoldering with heat.
“Let’s go grab another drink.”
I walk in a daze back to the table, my legs a little wobbly. My eyes avoid Nathan as Tegan scoots a chair over from another table and gestures for me to sit. He flags down a waitress and orders us both another drink. Ava is no longer at the table, and one glance out on the dance floor shows her grinding away at Brett.
I’m hot, sweaty, and my mouth is dry from all the heavy breathing I did on the dance floor, so when Tegan hands me my drink, I down half of it in one go. I should mention now that I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. Half a beer normally has me well on my way to feeling damn good. Once the alcohol has the chance to hit my bloodstream, I start feeling really warm and loose. I try to pay attention to what Tegan and Nathan are talking about, but Tegan’s hand is on my upper thigh underneath my skirt, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. He’s not touching my pussy yet, but with each swipe, he gets closer and closer. I shift in my seat when his fingers are a hairbreadth away. I keep my eyes focused ahead of me, but every once in a while, I can feel both Tegan’s and Nathan’s gazes on me.
My eyes jerk to Tegan’s when he steps up closer to me and slowly pulls my legs apart an inch. My hand clenches on his arm; I’m unsure if I’m going to push his hand away or pull it closer. Instead, I decide to do nothing.
He doesn’t open my legs more, but his fingers do make contact with my pussy. I look over at Nathan from beneath my eyelashes every few minutes, to find him looking down where Tegan’s hand is, but still managing to keep up the conversation they’re having.
“When’s the meeting?” Tegan asks, flicking his finger against my clit. I bite down on my tongue to keep back my moan.
“Next week” is Nathan’s reply.