Page 29 of Devour

The second course comes and goes. I polished off another glass of wine without my mother noticing. I pick at the food in front of me, unable to focus on eating. I don’t even taste what little of it I try to eat.

“Are you alright, Sayl?” Justin catches my attention. “Your skin is turning red, and you’re sweating.”

I wave him off. “It’s just a touch warm in here.”

He goes back to his food. Axl’s mouth tips. I want to slap that smirk off his face and sit on it at the same time, so he can lick up the mess he’s fucking making. He looks at his hands under the table.

Then the vibration intensifies even more.

I put my fork down because my hands are shaking. The vibrator is pulsing, and I can feel it everywhere in my body. I’m so wet the thong is useless. My body is building toward something I cannot fucking let happen at this table.

I pick up my wine and take a long drink. My hand shakes, and the glass clinks against my plate when I try to set it down. I’m definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol.

“Easy on the wine, Saylor,” my mother says from the end of the table.

“Mine is just like her,” Travis Keller’s wife says to my mother. I can’t think of the woman’s name since I’ve only met her a couple of times.

I’m sitting at my family’s dinner table, and I’m about thirty seconds from coming so hard. I want to stab Axl with my fork and climb into his lap and fuck him. At the same time. In front of everyone.

“Excuse me.” I push my chair back and stand. My legs are wobbly between the wine and the vibrator. “I just need a moment.”

My mother waves me off. Justin glances up as I pass. He almost looks like he might follow me but then goes back to his conversation with Axl’s father. I walk out of the dining room on legs that barely hold me. My heart races as I make it to the hallway bathroom and lock the door.

I grip the edge of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are glassy. I know Axl well enough to know I’m not allowed to come, but I don’t know how I’m going to stop it. The vibrator is still going. He’s going to do this until I give in, and then he’ll get to punish me.

The door handle turns behind me. There’s a click. The lock pops. The door opens, and Axl steps inside and closes it behind him. He locks it again. I spin around to face him.

“How the fuck did you—”

“Credit card.” He tucks his black card back into his wallet and then pockets it.

“You need to leave. They’re going to notice we’re both gone.”

“I said I needed to make a call, and then I snuck around to the back entrance. Nobody is going to notice anything for at least ten minutes.” He steps closer. “Turn around and face the mirror, little heathen.”

“Axl—”

“I said to fucking turn around. Put your hands on the sink, Saylor. Now.”

I should push past him, walk back to the table, and sit down to prove that I’m stronger than this. That’s what a smart woman would do. That’s what a woman who isn’t completely fucked in the head for a fucking killer would do.

But I’m the drunk, horny slut who wants this fucker, so I turn around and put my hands on the sink.

His hand slides up the back of my thigh and shoves my dress up over my hips. The warmth of his skin on mine feels so fucking good. He grips my thong and pulls them down over my ass, letting them fall to the floor around my ankles.

He reaches in front of me and presses the vibrator harder against my clit. It makes me moan. He clamps his free hand over my mouth and stares at me in the mirror.

“Quiet.” His mouth is in my ear, eyes on mine in the mirror. “Unless you want everyone out there to hear me play with you.”

I bite down on his fingers. He doesn’t flinch.

“That’s my girl.” He pulls the vibrator out of me slowly and then shoves it back in. “You’re fucking soaked. You’ve been sitting at that table dripping for me.”

I watch us in the mirror. His chest against my back. His hand over my mouth. His other hand between my legs. My dress bunched around my waist, and my ass pressed against the front of his covered dick. He’s hard. I can feel every piercing through the fabric, and I want him inside me so bad I could scream.

“I’m going to make you come,” he tells me. “And you’re going to watch yourself.”

He pulls the vibrator out again and changes the angle as he fucks me with it. His hand stays over my mouth, and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his hard cock against my ass, and the vibrator is pulsing so hard my entire body is shaking. My eyes flutter closed.