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The noise of Sloane’s party was almost overwhelming as Sara let Reyes steer her through the crowd towards a table where Outlaws were drinking. She took a seat, sitting close to the table as he took the chair beside her, subtly scooting his chair so that his thigh brushed up against hers. It was a slick move, and Sara took a long drink of the beer he'd bought her, trying to look nonchalant as she returned the subtle pressure.
She shouldn't be flirting with him, but Reyes was very attractive, and his constant attention all night coupled with the amount she'd imbibed were a potent mix.
He chatted with the Outlaws about various smuggling jobs he'd done for them, surreptitiously dropping one hand under the table and onto his leg. As he chatted, Sara felt the slightest brush of his little finger along hers under the table. It could have been an accident, but she didn't pull away and when he slid his little finger over hers and began to trace gentle tiny patterns, Sara knew it was no accident.
Her breath hitched at his secret flirting, and she playfully stroked her little finger back against his. The knowledge that they were doing this right in front of other people while having a serious conversation gave her a little thrill. It felt delightfully taboo, almost sinful, but very, very welcome.
Apparently encouraged, Reyes began tracing patterns along her fingers and the back of her hand. His touch was featherlight, but the effect was immediate and Sara shifted as a molten heat began pooling between her legs. She occasionally brushed her thumb against his hand while she smiled politely at the Outlaws as Reyes kept the conversion going, the building tension within her gathering momentum like a runaway train.
When Reyes brushed his fingertips over the side of her hand and along her thigh, Sara bit her lip and opened her legs a fraction, encouraging him to explore further.
He did.
His delicate featherlight fingertips moved to her thigh, and he found the hem of her short dress, slipping under and tracing tiny circles with his thumb along her inner thigh near her knee. Slowly, torturously, he traced those tiny circles up her thigh, inch by inch, sending ripples of sensation along her nerve endings. Sara burned, her skin feverish and her body melting at his skilful seductive touch.
She wanted to drag him away from the Outlaws and their boring conversation about Reyes’ fees and charges, find the nearest dark corner and let him have her way with her. The idea of feeling his skin against hers, to kiss him, touch him, fuck him, was almost enough to break her and give the game away. Somehow she made herself sit still, to smile pleasantly and crack a few jokes while Reyes’ hand crept higher and higher, slipping between her legs and tantalisingly close to her core.
Never in her life had she done anything like this in public, but she definitely found it a turn on. She chewed her lips as Reyes thumb brushed her sensitive flesh through the fabric of her underwear, the sensation almost too much for her to take when she was so aroused. He would be able to feel how hot and wet she was, and she found herself wishing that she'd been more daring and had gone underwear free tonight.
Even the thought of Reyes slipping his fingers into her pussy, of him teasing and playing with her clit, made her half-swoon. As it was, his touch was driving her insane. She couldn't remember a time when a man had got her so wet so quickly, but his casual teasing strokes and circles with his thumb were driving her wild. Frissons of excitement surged through her as that beautiful tight heat in her belly spread, his thumb tracing the shape of her through the fabric, tickling and teasing her clit and folds.
He was good. Fuck, he was good.
She finished her drink and tried to look casual as she shifted position, rolling her hips and grinding against his hand, wanting more pressure, more sensation, more of Reyes. He obliged, and with a skilful flick of his fingers he pushed the fabric of her underwear to the side and slipped two fingers between her folds, teasing and exploring her, while his thumb made those little circles around her clit. Sara couldn't stop the small sound that escaped her, but she turned it into a cough and Reyes smirked beside her, pushing his whiskey over to her.
She took a sip, beyond following the conversation as she concentrated on breathing as he finally, finally, slipped his two fingers inside of her. She wanted to whimper and moan, to writhe against him and let him hear how much she was enjoying it, but she was forced to stay still, forced to keep smiling while Reyes fingered her under the table, forced to keep up appearances so no one would catch them. Sara sipped some more whiskey, unsure if the spinning light-headed sensation was from the whiskey or the building orgasm.
Excitement and pleasure was surging through her in tight little waves and she knew she was close to coming from his skilful touch. Close to orgasming in a room full of people who had no idea that under the table Reyes had his hand between her legs and was showing her the time of her life. Sara widened her legs slightly, her muscles tense as his thumb brushed over her clit again and again, his fingers moving inside of her while he droned on to the listening Outlaws about his thoughts of Port fees and docking procedures.
Finally the rising tide of pleasure broke over her and Sara came, her muscles tight and trembling as she fought not to close her eyes or moan as an orgasm so intense it was almost painful washed over her. Reyes knew what was happening, Sara could see it in his satisfied little smirk as he felt her muscles contact, squeezing and milking his fingers as her body shook from the force of the sensations running through her. When it was over she felt bubbly and light-headed, and she gripped the edge of the table as he withdrew his fingers, straightening her underwear and dress.
“Ryder, you look pale,” Reyes purred in an amused tone, his arm sliding around her waist as he stood, drawing her up to her feet. “If you'll excuse us, gentlemen, I think the Pathfinder might have had a little too much to drink.”
He swept her away before the men could say anything, though they looked completely disinterested. Sara let Reyes pull her tightly against him as they slipped through the crowd, his movements purposeful and controlled as she stumbled along beside him. She felt fuzzy and relaxed, riding high on endorphins and her own release, but still incredibly aroused. When Reyes pulled her into a storage room just beyond the party, she went eagerly.
He kissed her with a hunger that betrayed just how much he wanted her, and as he pulled her into his arms she felt the thrust of his erection pushing against her belly. Sara trembled, her body still warm, wet, and aching as she kissed him back and slid her hand into his pants, stroking his cock eagerly. He was hot and hard, and he bucked his hips as she stroked him, thrusting himself into her hand.
Reyes swore and kicked the door shut behind them, pushing her back against a nearby wall and pinning her between his arms as he kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his movements hungry and desperate.
“So much for being a perfect gentleman,” she gasped as he kissed his way down her throat.
Reyes grinned fiendishly. “I seem to remember you didn't want me to be a gentleman-”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Reyes!” Sara muttered and tugged on the waistband of his pants, unable to wait any longer to have him inside of her.
He laughed softly and took her in his arms, his hands sliding over her ass and hauling her against him. “As you wish.”