Page 80 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

I should have left.

This was dangerous. He was dangerous. But I didn’t want to go.

Lying beneath him, feeling his hands move over me–I couldn’t focus on anything but this. On the way he made me feel. And after months of pushing him away, it felt so good to let it happen.

I felt everything. The heat of his hands, the pressure of his fingers, even the rasp of the towel on my skin. My thong felt too thin, too tight. I wanted it off. I needed to take it off.

A slow, familiar, stubborn throb pulsed between my thighs. The way he touched me was heady. Overwhelming. So good. But it wasn’t enough.

As he slipped the towel from my ass and worked my inner thigh, I moved into his touch. But he ignored it. He was trying to keep this professional–and it drove me insane.

My pussy hurt. I needed him to make it stop. And as long as it stayed between us, no one would know.

No one found out about the kiss. No one would find out about this.

And now, there wasn’t a single thought in my mind as Theo ran his tongue along my pussy. Not a single one. Just him. Just this.

I spread my legs wider, bringing my knees to the edge of the table as I moaned into the pillow. Theo circled his tongue slowly, teasing me. I almost cried when he took his mouth away.

“This is our little secret,” he said, taking his time as he replaced his tongue with his fingers. “What I do to you doesn’t leave this room.”

Pleasure thrummed everywhere his touch went, and I rolled my hips against him, wanting him to press firmer, push deeper.

“No one’s going to find out that you’re lying here naked on my table, dripping for me, are they?”

He pushed a finger into me, easing my entrance open.

“Nobody. I promise.”

I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he murmured, “Good girl.”

He spread my ass wider, pressing his finger deeper inside me as something warm and wet ran along my rim.

It felt so good I was almost dazed by it. My knees buckled under the weight of him, and as I lost balance, more of his finger slipped inside. I cried out as he wrapped his free arm around my lap and brought me to his face.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled, and I swear I could’ve come just from the vibration of his voice. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy since I saw you at that fundraiser.”

I moaned as he added another finger. “You like that? You like feeling full while I tease your tight little asshole?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“You’re so tight and wet for me. I fucking love it.”

He bit my ass cheek as he worked his fingers in and out of me, then drove his tongue against the rim of my ass again. I felt my juices drip along my thighs as I clenched around his fingers. I rode this edge, this high, and never wanted it to end.

“Have you been thinking about this? Thinking about me while you touch yourself?”

I moaned, “Yes,” and I didn’t care if he knew. I wanted him to know that he drove me crazy.

“Dirty girl. You think of me while you fuck yourself with that vibrator in your bag, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I need to. I’m so wet around you all the time.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled, then took his fingers from me.

Did he just… stop?

I dropped to the table, stunned and aching, then looked over my shoulder, watching as Theo bent to take something from the basket underneath.