Julie's back stiffened, her thighs clenching together, but she didn't pull away. "J-Jack—" Her voice was a hiss, her eyes darting around the room, paranoid. "People are watching—"
"Let them." My fingers crept higher, brushing against the slick heat of her bare pussy. "They're all too busy staring at Elyas to notice you." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear.
"But if you're really worried…" My fingers circled her clit, just once, just hard enough to make her gasp. "You could always tell me to stop."
Her breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the wooden bench, her body torn between outrage and need. "Y-you bastard—"
"Shh." I nipped her earlobe, my fingers sliding inside her, just one knuckle deep, just enough to make her squirm. "Or do you want me to pull out?"
My thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as I watched her face—her lips parting, her eyes glazing over, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath.
