Part Two: Risk and Ruin

The next evening, we didn’t wait for darkness.

You met me at the bar — tight dress, no bra, lips glossed and parted like you were already thinking about my cock. Every time you shifted on the barstool, I could see the heat rise in your cheeks. You knew I was watching. You wanted me to. And fuck, you looked so goddamn filthy just sitting there pretending to sip a drink.

I leaned in close. “You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

You shook your head, barely able to meet my eyes.

“Good girl.”

My fingers slid up your thigh under the table — slow, deliberate — until I found your slick heat. Wet. Already. For me. I growled under my breath, the sound lost in the music.

“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?” I whispered, pressing a finger against your soaked entrance. You shivered. “Sitting there, legs closed, pretending to be innocent while your cunt’s dripping for cock.”

Your breath hitched as I slid a finger inside, slow and firm. Around us, laughter and clinking glasses filled the space, but your body tensed — the thrill of being touched in public clear on your face.

I kept going, fingers moving deeper, faster. “Don’t make a sound,” I warned. “Be a good little slut and take it.”

You clenched around me, biting your lip hard, and I could feel you start to come right there — silently, trembling, your body betraying you while your drink stayed perfectly still in your hand. I pulled out, fingers soaked, and brought them to your lips.

“Suck.”

You obeyed. Eyes locked on mine, you licked every drop off like it was the only thing you’d eaten all day.

I grabbed your wrist and stood. “Let’s go.”

No questions. No hesitation.

We didn’t even make it out of the building before I found a dark corner behind the bar’s outdoor patio. No one was looking. Or maybe they were — I didn’t give a fuck.

I spun you around, pressed your front against the wall, hiked your dress up, and slid my cock against your soaked pussy. You whimpered, arching your back, ready — desperate.

I pushed into you, hard and fast, one hand on your mouth, the other on your hip, pinning you there. “Stay quiet,” I growled into your ear. “Or I’ll make you scream and everyone out here will know exactly what a filthy girl you are.”

You came again — fast, hard, your whole body jerking against the wall, barely able to hold yourself up as I fucked you deeper, the risk of discovery making every thrust feel fucking primal.

When I was about to come, I pulled out, turned you around, and shoved my cock in your mouth. You took me without hesitation, sucking me clean in the open air, eyes wild and full of want.

“I should make you ride me on that bar stool next,” I muttered. “Let them all watch what happens to a girl who begs for cock with her eyes.”

You just smiled, lips wrapped around the tip, moaning like you fucking wanted that.

And I was already getting hard again.