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I folded, ignoring the protests that rose up from Raquel and Aria, but I didn’t care, not when we were just placeholders for one another until The Society started fucking us all over. As friendships went, I wasn’t even certain this could be considered a friendship - more like work colleagues that sat at lunch together. These were not people I would readily kill for.
“I’m just going to fetch Marissa.” I mumbled the words as some sort of explanation as I pushed off the table, towardsher. It was something that couldn’t be helped. She made a good show ofnotwatching me, but I knew she saw me coming - knew she was prepared.
She stood further down at the bar, her hip jutted out just slightly in a way that saw her dress ride up, flashing her creamy thigh. I could think of a lot of places I wanted to see those thighs, and Joe’s wasn’t one of them. Still, I’d shoot my shot.
“You coming to play cards with us?” I spoke boldly, knowing full well that we were beingobserved. It also meant that she would be forced to play nice with me - in public, anyway.
“You think that’s wise?” Her voice was soft - demure, almost, and it made me want to smile becausethiswasn’t her - it was who she wanted The Society tothinkshe was. “Depends,” I shrugged confidently, sidling up closer to her at the bar as I brought my lips against the shell of her ear. I felt her shiver, and suppressed my smile. Doll Face was just as affected by me as I was by her. “Are you going to throw another knife at me here?” I whispered the words, my voice sounding hoarse, giving away exactly what I wanted to do with her.
She made a little voice of protest in the back of her throat, and I took that as a sign as I wrapped my fingers around her forearm, tugging her along. Of course she didn’t make it easy, subtly digging her heels in. “You don’t want them tonoticeyou, then you have to try andfit in-pretendthat you’re making friends.” I brushed my words against her throat, all the way up to her ear, offering her nothing but the truth because for whatever reason, we were playing the same game. I tugged her arm once more, and this time she came along with no resistance.
I pulled another chair up for her at our table, introducing her without flourish or fanfare to Aria and Raquel, and just as I suspected, they accepted her without complaint or thought - because theybelievedshe was Society, just liked them.
She was stiff at first - awkward, even, and while I could chalk it up to the fact that she was a newbie here, I suspected that she didn’t do social events very often - or people for that matter.
Sitting around at that table, dishing out cards and verbal jabs at one another, it was the first time that I truly appreciated Raquel. She had a knack for putting whoever she was with atease- for making anyone feel welcome. Aria was too caught up in her own head, but Raquel was the girl you brought with tostartthe damn party. She was fun and uncomplicated. Shallow at times, but also pretty witty, and she had a knack for observing those around her. It was her running commentary of The Society members around us that seemed to relax Marissa, as if the lewd jokes and verbal jabs were something she was used to. Those comments tugged smiles from the hardened girl, and before I knew it, she threw a few of her own in, and what-do-you-know, Doll Face had a dry sense of humor that had all of us cackling.
I slid her onto my lap, waiting for her protests - even an elbow to the ribs, and when she gave no sort of resistance, I almost double checked to confirm that it was Marissa on my lap and not some other girl.
I didn’t know if it was the third bottle of champagne that Raquel had ordered, or if it was my warning earlier about appearing to fit in, but she relaxed into me, making my dick suddenly stand up and pay attention. Was this her showing interest? I didn’t know, but, fuck, if I wasn’t going to test the waters. I licked my lips, maintaining the nonsensical banter that seemed to volley around the table as I slid my hand up just beneath the hem of her skirt.
Her whole body stilled beneath my touch, and I knew that she wasn’t breathing as I glided my fingers against the smooth skin of her thigh. She didn’t push me away. In fact, when Raquel cracked another joke, she laughed loudly, participating in the conversation as if sitting on my lap with my hand on her thigh was the most natural thing in the world.
The memory of how wet she was when I had pressed my thigh between her legs haunted me, and it was something I didn’t think I would evernotreplay in my mind. I didn’t know what it was about this girl, but every fiber of my being seemed to vibrate with need for her. I knew she felt my hardened cock beneath my jeans - knew because she moved her ass against me, repositioning herself in a way that had me choking in a hiss of sorts.
She wanted to play.
Raquel dished out another round of cards that I picked up and fanned out one handed, whilst my other hand moved higher, my fingers grazing against her inner thigh. The heat from her thighs told me that I wasclose, and still, she made no move to pull away. I briefly wondered if she would gut me for this later.
Not if I made her feel good.
With her sitting on my lap, I had the advantage of seeing her cards, but no one at the table called foul, and I noted that while Raquel’s commentary was incredibly funny, her gaze darted away from the table more and more. Aria, in turn, seemed to be locked in some sort of glaring contest with Ajax, which wouldn’t end well. That prick seemed to destroy everything he touched, but as the only heir to Benson SinClaire, you couldn’t expect much else.
I ignored it - ignored them all, shutting out the banter - the champagne - the way Joe’s had seemingly filled up while we were playing cards, and I chose to fall into the lemony scent and soft skin that seemed to pulse beneath my finger tips.
Fuck it.
I slid my hand further up, brushing against the lace of her panties that were already damp. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, and if her back wasn’t pressed against my chest, I was almost certain I wouldn’t have heard it.
I held still, allowing her to adjust, giving her a second tochoosethis - to push me away if she didn’t want me, but instead, her thighs seemed to part slightly, giving me more access beneath the table.
“Don’t give us away.” I groaned the instruction in her ear on a whisper, and this time I was almost certain that everyone at the table heard her little gasp as she took in another breath, but I didn’t have time to consider it - didn’t have time to think because, right now, there was only her and her warmth.
I shifted the lace that covered her opening, grazing my knuckles against her wetness as I threw down a card from my hand, still maintaining the game that was in play. I felt her breath stutter as she seemed to arch back, and I was almost sad that I couldn't see her - couldn’t see what Raquel and Aria were surely seeing. Before dipping my fingers into her, I glided my knuckles up to her clit, pressing them into her nub. Later, I would have her in my room - would lay her out on my bed and lick and suck every piece of her but, right now, I allowed every Society asshole to see her on my lap - to see that she was taken. Because there wasn’t a chance that any of these Society assholes would get her. I placed an open kiss against her neck for good measure, and judging by the rumble that seemed to vibrate through her chest, she was holding back a moan.
I almost smiled at that knowledge. For a girl who was so cold and difficult, she was suddenly soft and pliant beneath my fingers. I think I liked her like this -morethan liked her because she challenged me where no one else had.
I was ten kinds of fucked up because I liked my womendifficult, but I wouldn’t be an O’Riley if I accepted things that simply came easy. I always felt as if I needed to work for it - and if there was no work required, then it wasn’t worth having.
I moved my knuckles, circling her clit, and this time her hips seemed to shift involuntarily, forcing me to bite down on her shoulder to stifle my laughter. Giving her a reprieve, I moved my knuckles away from her clit, gliding my fingers through her wetness instead. Just the feel of her made my balls pull up and my chest ache as I yearned to bury myself inside her - butnot yet.
Raquel and Aria didn’t bat an eyelash at the way I bit her shoulder - as if I were her lover, or something more, and I supposed because we were roommates, it was somewhat expected. But they were still - thankfully - unaware of what was occurring beneath the table, and when I finally plunged a finger inside of her, I felt her body stiffen up as she fought the feeling that flooded her system. I pumped my finger in and out of her one - two times, until I added a second and, fuck me - she wastight.
Her legs shook as I threw down another card, this time only half paying attention to the game at hand.
“Lift your hand up in front of your mouth and pretend to yawn when you come - I’ll cover you.” The words were guttural and low in her ear, but I knew she heard me good and well.
I didn’t give her a chance to argue as I pressed my palm against her clit, pumping in and out of her. The angle was awkward, but as long as no one saw what I was doing, I didn’t give a fuck. Tremors seemed to wrack through her body, and I knew that she was close - probably fighting off the inevitable, but soon enough, I watched as she followed my instructions perfectly, lifting her palm towards her mouth, faking a yawn that was filled with sensual moaning. I didn’t stop moving my hand as I allowed a fake coughing fit to wrack through me, the sound drowning out Marissa’s ecstasy.
