Reading Between the Lines (Pt. 02)

We'd been talking about it for a week. Or, more accurately--I'd been talking about it. Roman mostly just watched me get wet over the idea and smiled like a man who'd already made the decision days ago.

"Just say it," he murmured into my ear last night, cock buried deep, his palm pressed to my throat as I rode him. "You want her."

"I want you to fuck me while she watches," I'd gasped, nails dragging down his abs. "Then I want to taste her while you're still inside me."

He came so hard he bit my shoulder.

Now it was Saturday.

Caffeind buzzed with its usual low murmur--soft jazz on the speakers, the hiss of espresso shots being pulled, the clink of cups and silverware. Outside, sunshine poured through the windows. Inside, I was trying not to come in a public place.

Trying.

Failing.

Roman's hand was between my thighs again.

We were at the corner table--half-hidden, dark wood, legs close enough to brush. I wore a short little skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, no panties underneath. Roman had insisted. "You want her to notice?" he'd said that morning. "Dress like you want to be fucked."

So I did.

The second we sat, his hand had found its way under the table, under my skirt, and now it was pressed between my legs, two thick fingers gliding up and down my slick slit, lazy and slow, not enough friction to push me over.

Just enough to torture me.

I clenched my thighs around his wrist. "You're such a dick," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.

He smirked and looked at me sideways, the pads of his fingers grazing my clit again. "You're the one dripping through the seat, baby. I'm just keeping you entertained."

"People can see us--"

"No, they can't." He leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "But they will. When you start moaning and grinding like a needy little slut."

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

"Look up," he said, fingers dipping into me slow--just the tip--then retreating. "She's watching."

I looked.

Jade stood behind the counter, one hand on her hip, the other gripping a steaming pitcher. Her gaze was locked on us. On me. On the way my body tensed and twitched in my chair like I was barely keeping still. I couldn't tell if she was smirking, or if that was just the shape her mouth made when she was thinking dirty things.

"I think she knows," Roman murmured. "Think she knows how fucking wet you are? How you're clenching every time I tease this needy little cunt?"

He pressed the pads of his fingers right to my opening--didn't push in, just circled, rubbed, slicking them with my arousal.

"She knows," I whispered. "She has to."

"She should know what it sounds like when you break," he muttered, fingers tapping my clit now, fast, light, maddening. "But not yet."

I moaned--quiet, strangled.

"God, Roman, please."

"Not yet."

And he stopped. Just like that. Pulled his hand back and licked his fingers clean, lazy and unbothered. I nearly screamed.

"You're evil."

"Edge number one," he said, smug. "Let's see how many you can take."

That was when Jade approached the table.

I straightened fast, heart pounding, skirt tugged lower, thighs slick and trembling. Roman leaned back, relaxed and untouched, while I sat there flushed and ruined.

"Hey," Jade said, setting two drinks on the table. "Refills. On the house."

I blinked. "We didn't--"

She leaned closer. "Figured you could use something to cool you down." Her eyes locked on mine. "You're looking a little... flushed."

Roman chuckled. The bastard.

Then Jade pulled a pastry out from behind her back--a cinnamon roll, huge and sticky, extra icing. She placed it right in front of me.

"I made this one special," she said. "Thought of you the second I pulled it out."

Her fingers lingered on mine when I reached for the plate. I felt the touch like static.

"Oh. Wow. Thank you." My voice was too high. Too fast.

Roman tilted his head, watching her with interest now. "You always treat customers this good?"

Jade shrugged, but her eyes never left me. "Only the ones who moan while they drink their iced lattes."

Then she walked away, hips swaying.

Roman was grinning like the devil.

"She wants to eat you like that cinnamon roll."

"I want her to watch you eat me first," I whispered, breath catching.

"Later. For now--" His hand slid under the table again. "Edge number two."

He didn't tease this time. Two fingers inside me fast, deep. Curling. His thumb found my clit, and he circled it hard, relentless, like he knew exactly what my body was screaming for.

I gripped the table, eyes fluttering.

"Roman--please--please--"

"No."

I whined. Full-on whined. My body clenched so hard it hurt.

He pulled away again, slow and deliberate, wiping my slick off on my thigh. "Such a desperate little thing."

"I'm going to come in my fucking chair."

"You're going to come in the bathroom," he said, standing. "Now."

I followed, legs trembling.

The second the latch clicked, he turned me, shoved me against the tile wall, and kissed me like he was punishing me for wanting anyone else.

"You're mine," he growled, lifting my leg, lining up his cock. "She can look. But she doesn't get this yet."

Then he slammed into me.

I choked on my moan, fingers gripping the sink. He was so deep it hurt, but it was the hurt I craved. The kind that reminded me how real this was--his cock stretching me, bruising me, giving me everything I'd begged for at 2 a. m. when I couldn't sleep.

He fucked me hard, fast, relentless, hand tangled in my hair as he bent me over the counter. My tits bounced with every thrust, sweat rolling down my spine. The mirror showed everything--my mouth open, eyes wild, face flushed and wrecked.

"You think she wants to see you like this?" he hissed, pounding into me. "Want her to watch while I fill this cunt?"

"Yes," I moaned. "I want her to see what your cock does to me."

He reached around, thumb rubbing my clit, and I came like a scream--legs shaking, mouth open in a silent cry as he kept fucking me through it.

When he came, it was a guttural growl into my shoulder, hot cum spilling deep inside me. He bit my neck again, like a signature.

We didn't speak for a moment. Just breathed. Sweaty. Shaking. Fucked raw.

I pulled my skirt back down with trembling fingers, legs unsteady.

He straightened his shirt, watched me in the mirror. "Still want her?"

"I want her more."

We opened the door.

Jade was leaning against the wall outside, arms crossed under her perfect tits, eyebrow cocked.

"Took you long enough," she said, eyes raking over me, then Roman. "Thought I was gonna have to come in and help."

I blinked, cheeks burning. Roman smirked.

She pushed off the wall, leaned in close to me, lips nearly brushing my ear. "So... when's it my turn?"

Then she winked.

And walked away.