My dick jumped in my pants, obviously liking the idea of Olivia touching him. “That’s okay. It’s not like I don’t have any fun when we’re together.”
“No, it’s not okay. I want to make you feel good the way you make me feel good.”
“You do.” I withdrew my hand from her body and pulled her, so she was straddling my lap. I kissed her and pushed my erection into her crotch. “See how good you make me feel? Can you tell how hard I am for you?”
She smiled. “You are actually proving my point, you know. You’re showing me that you’re turned on, but I’m not doing anything about it. I’m not taking care of you.”
I should have known not to argue with a lawyer. “We’ll do something about it later. When we’re alone.”
She pulled at her skirt, fanning it around us. “Or we could do something about it now.”
Before I could fully process her statement, she was unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping my fly. She pulled my cock out and rubbed her sweet cleft over it.
I stilled her hips. “You’re going to torture me like this. It’s going to be a long night if you leave me with blue balls.”
“Move over to my seat by the wall,” she suggested.
I realized listening to her might be an unwise move, but I picked her up and moved over anyway. A few people looked, as the movement must have caught their eye, but they turned away, uninterested.
Now, with the two of us in her chair, she reached between us again, pulled out my cock, and drew me into her body.
Stunned, I hugged her to me and shuddered. She was wet and hot and so tight that I thought I got light-headed for a minute.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I said to her.
She leaned back, so I could see her face. “Why?”
“Because we’re in a room full of people.”
“Who think we’re talking while I’m sitting on your lap. There’s no crime in that.”
“I think I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist because I am turned on as fuck.”
“Hmm…”
She rotated her pelvis a little while putting the most bored expression on her face. If she wasn’t so wet, I would think she could not care less about being on my lap.
“Is this how you win cases?” I asked.
She kept up her minuscule rocking. “What do you mean?”
“Your face says you’d rather be anywhere but here, yet your pussy is saying otherwise.”
A tiny smile spread across her face. “I suppose I’ve perfected my body language for court. Juries can be influenced by subtle things.”
“Yeah? Well, right now, my dick is influenced by how wet you are.”
She shook out her hair behind her back. “I do have to say, you feel incredible inside me.”
My cock jumped.
“Oh. I liked that.”
“Talk dirty again,” I ordered.
She smiled. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“That will do it.” I yanked her close, not caring if anyone thought they saw what they saw. I put my hands on her hips and directed her movements the way I knew would make us both feel the best. They weren’t big or wild, but they were enough that I was going to bring us both to climax. “Keep fucking me just like that. I want to come inside you. I want to fill you up so that you feel me the rest of the night.” I leaned back in my chair and arched my back, so her clit could rub against my pelvis with her every move. “Just like that, baby. I want you to come all over me.”
Olivia’s body stiffened, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She looked like she was in pain. But deep in her center, where I was connected to her, she pulsed and contracted around me. I held on as long as I could, wanting to enjoy the feel of her coming, but soon, I was a goner, too.
I dropped my head over the back of my chair and stared up at the dingy ceiling as I exploded and emptied myself inside her.
I lay like that for about a minute or so to control my breathing. I didn’t want it to look like I’d just run a marathon and give away what the two of us had just done in a room full of people.
I chuckled as I realized that we’d just had sex in public.
“You okay?” she asked.
I grinned and lifted my head. “Fuck yeah. You?”
She chuckled. “I can’t believe I just did that, but yes.” She looked down at our bodies. Her skirt still covered us well, and no one would know that I was still inside her.
“Hey, what are you two doing?” a feminine voice asked.
Olivia looked over her shoulder, and I peeked around her. Addison and Maddox were back.
“Talking,” I said.
It wasn’t a lie.
She narrowed her eyes. “You sure? You two look pretty intimate over there.”
Olivia and I both laughed. She slowly stood over me, her skirt still covering me.
I quickly shoved my dick in my pants and buttoned up.
She swung her leg over and sat down in my chair. “Is the restroom safe to use now that you two aren’t in it?”
Maddox and Addison exchanged looks.
Addison shrugged. “It’s always been safe.”
“Right,” I said, my voice full of skepticism.
I exchanged looks with Olivia. Not that it was much safer out here.
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Olivia
Tommy and Maddox went off to shoot pool, leaving Addison and me sitting alone.
I moved back to my chair, so I could lean against the wall and put my feet up on Tommy’s chair. With alcohol in my system and my blood pressure lowered, thanks to a spectacular orgasm, I was relaxed and feeling good.
“I’ve been thinking,” Addison said.
I rolled my head against the wall, so I could see her. She looked nervous.
“About what?” I asked.
“I think Tommy should go back to Des Moines with you when your stay here is over.”
I dropped my feet to the floor and sat up, relaxed feeling over.
