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“No!” she half gasped, half moaned, panic rising in her breast. This was going too far. He wouldn’t.
“Relax. Just go with it.” He pushed, suckling her pulse spot.
“Oh, God.”
He was insane. There were too many people. Anyone could see. All it would take was one glance, a curious look, but the risk only made her hotter. And the thought of it, getting finger-fucked here, in the middle of this club in Wapping, on the dancefloor, surrounded by all these people practically dripping with lust, had her legs spreading, giving his wandering fingers licence to slip into her jeans, beneath her panties.
Remember
I’m there for you
our love will always be true
It’s true what they say,
Love is blind,
So, we must find our way.
Break through the surface.
See through my eyes.
Know my heart
Say my name
We can save it
We can be it
Take my hand
And I’ll hold you tight
“You’re so wet.”
She could practically hear his smirk as he ever so gently brushed a finger across her folds. Not hard enough to enter her, but still enough to collect some of the creamy dew seeping down her thighs and tease across her clit in small circles.
Her moan was throaty and desperate, her hips rolled, seeking more contact. “Someone might see.”
“Yes, and that makes you hot, doesn’t it?” he growled in her ear, so close and low now it was entirely dangerous and exciting, like sex given voice. “The thought of being watched, of getting caught…”
Goosebumps rose all over her body. The music was loud, reverberating around the club, blending into white noise amidst the holler of the bodies enveloping them, but Vickey's attention was fixed on that voice. She didn't miss a word, his every syllable pushing her into sensory overload as those fingers, those damn wicked fingers, rubbed up and down her slit. He applied just that little bit of extra pressure each time he touched her clit and then dragged his finger downward, until she could feel her body opening, his fingertip dragging along her inner tissues.
“Don’t!” she whispered in a voice much too husky to pretend she didn’t want this, want him.
Whilst one hand was doing such wicked unspeakable things with her pussy, the other was reaching up, coarse fingers sliding up under the hem of her sweater to brush the underside of her breasts, teasing and feather-soft. It turned her nipples to stiff, almost painful peaks, yearning for attention. She didn't need to look to know her arousal was visible through her sweater.
“No! We can’t mmm… Stop… Don’t stop. No!” Her body throbbed and clenched around his finger when it pushed inside, penetrating her to the knuckle, and she made no effort to hide her wanton grinding on his palm.
Vickey should have been embarrassed, even ashamed of her responsiveness. She was letting this complete stranger do and say these naughty things to her, but he was right. Just the thought of doing these things here, in such a public place, where anyone could see… It was more than just thrilling. It was pure addiction, a fire in her blood that drove her wild.
“That’s it, love. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Panting from the feelings he was evoking inside her, she stubbornly shook her head, refusing to answer.
“Oh?” Though he tried to sound abashed, his hold on her never slacked and she could practically hear the grin in his voice. The sexy bastard was enjoying this, enjoying baiting her and making her bend to his whim. “If you want me to stop…” He began to withdraw.
