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Drake’s eyes land on my breasts, and he licks his lips. “You sure? I’m down if you need someone.”
I’m not entirely sure what he’s talking about but I get the sense he’s saying he’ll be the watcher in Tegan’s game.
I’m surprised and very pleased when I hear Tegan growl, “Fuck off.”
When I look back at him, there’s fire in his eyes, and it’s not from desire. Something’s pissed him off and it confuses me. Obviously, Tegan’s not shy about showing off his women, and while I was okay with it with Nathan, I’m not so sure I would be with just anyone. Nathan and Tegan are clearly close, so in a sense I felt safe doing it with Nathan in the room. But this guy, for some reason, I don’t think I would be. Luckily, Tegan doesn’t like the idea either.
The guy holds his hands up and takes a step back. “No harm, man. Didn’t know you didn’t do that kind of thing anymore.”
“Leave,” Tegan grunts, his arm tightening around my waist so much I’m having trouble drawing in air.
Drake lifts a brow, but says no more and walks away. I breathe out a sigh of relief when Tegan loosens his arm. As soon as Drake is gone from view, Tegan lifts my hips again and begins shallow, rapid thrusts. He holds me still so I don’t bounce around, but I still know if someone were to look over, they’d know exactly what was going on. I hold on to the table, biting my tongue to hold back the need to cry out in pleasure.
My stomach muscles tense with my impending orgasm and a minute later, my toes curl in my shoes, and I close my eyes and hang my head. Intense pleasure washes through me at the same time I hear Tegan grunt.
He pulls me back against his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. I breathe heavily against his neck and pepper a couple kisses there. Tegan’s breathing is just fine, but I think he’s forcing himself to appear calmer than he is, because his heart is going a thousand miles a minute.
He takes the cloth napkin that’s wrapped around the silverware and brings it underneath the table to put between my legs when he pulls out. Looking around and still finding no eyes on us, I discreetly wipe myself. He takes the other napkin and wraps it around the tied-off condom, before tucking himself back in his slacks. I look to see if there’s a mess on the front of his pants, and miraculously find there isn’t one.
Once I’m finished with the cloth napkin, I look around, not sure what to do with it. Tegan grabs it from me and stuffs it into his pocket, along with the one carrying the condom. I snicker at him, because I’m sure cleaning cum-filled napkins isn’t in the waiter’s job description.
“Oh, God,” I groan, and drop my forehead on his bicep. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Tegan laughs lightly and throws his arm back around the top of the booth. “If you don’t believe it, then I didn’t do a good enough job. Maybe you should climb back on my lap and we’ll try again. I guarantee you’ll believe it this time.”
I poke him in the rib with a finger and bite his arm, then look up at him.
“Do you think anyone noticed?” I’ve avoided looking around the room, just in case someone did see and they’re still looking. I would be mortified.
“I know someone noticed.” He takes my chin and turns my head around. My eyes land on a man and woman several tables over. The man’s staring at us, his lips quirked up, while the woman’s face is bright red, her eyes sliding our way, then moving away. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one embarrassed.
The waiter comes by with our food and we both devour it. I’m not sure if it’s because we’re starving from our exertions or because we both want to hurry and get home where we can go again. We don’t talk much, because our mouths are full, but I do manage to ask him about his friends. I was shocked to find out that he, Nathan, and their friend Abby met during a group session for people with hypersexual disorders. I’ve heard of the term, but never knew anyone who had the disorder. I wouldn’t have thought that Tegan liking to be exposed would be something that warranted such therapy, but then he went onto explain that he used to be into more intense exhibitionism, so bad that he’d gotten arrested before for lewd acts. Over the years, he’s settled down and learned to control the urges to perform in public. Obviously, he still likes public display, he just does it more discreetly now. Clearly, he can have sex without an audience, he just prefers one. He says it makes him feel powerful, knowing he’s causing other people’s pleasure.
He also explained that his friend Abby, who he said I’ll meet soon, deals with sexual addiction. Like true addiction. She’s gotten better since she met her fiancé, Colt, but it used to be so bad that she would undergo unbearable pain if she didn’t have sex every day. He likened it to being addicted to drugs and going through withdrawals. I can’t imagine being in her shoes. I love sex, even though I recently went through a dry spell, but I can’t picture depending on the act to keep my sanity.
Nathan’s addiction doesn’t surprise me. It’s obvious from the other night that he likes to watch. His sexual preference is so similar to Tegan’s, except he’s on the outside looking in. Tegan told me that he and Nathan have shared several different partners and sexual experiences.
Ava is the one I’m most curious about though. Her vice is role play. He informed me that Ava never has sex without some type of theme. I’m all for experimenting and playing around, but it’s got to get old at times, never being yourself.
I want to ask Tegan more about his addiction, but I’m scared I’ll be overstepping boundaries. We know almost nothing about each other. We’re pretty much still strangers. I’ve got no right to know something so deep about him, but it doesn’t keep me from being curious. I wonder if his wanting to show off during sex is caused by something profound.
He tells me more about his woodwork, and I tell him bits and pieces about my life in Texas. The story about my dad dying brings tears to my eyes. I loved my mom and I mourn her loss greatly, but when my dad died, I not only lost him, I lost my brother as well. When he asked me again why I moved to Atlanta, I just tell him my mom recently passed and I had no one else in Austin keeping me there, and that I wanted to move closer to Minnie, Logan, and Luna. I don’t tell him about my brother. Actually, I don’t bring his name up at all.
After we finish our meal, Tegan pays and we leave. The ride back to his place is quiet and uneventful. He doesn’t ask me to pull my skirt up, and he keeps his hands on his side of the truck. Even so, the tension in the truck is nearly overwhelming. We both know what’s coming.
And as soon as we walk in the door, we tear our clothes off and fuck each other into oblivion.
