Morphine (Complete)

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Her legs shook as she walked over to the back table. She felt like a prisoner on death row; all were looking at her as she walked towards her served sentence, but fuck did it all make her body heat up.

"Nobody's watching you," Mykel whispered in her ear, walking behind her with his hand on her hip. The feel of his touch and the breath of his voice had her skin dotting and chills running down her spine.

She slowly slid her body into the empty booth at the back corner of the restaurant. People were sat randomly around the room at different places, all focused on their own things. She sucked in a breath and waited as Mykel sat down beside her. The weight of his body made the cushion below her dip a little, letting her body slide flush against his. He was so warm against her, but nothing compared to the raging heat between her legs.

Mykel slid his hand onto her thigh, gently resting it there. Rannia could do nothing but stare forward as Mykel breathed calmly. How could he be so calm in this moment? In public, with people all around-

"Spread your legs for me like, just like a good girl."

His hand slowly inched towards the innards of her thigh, and shakily, she spread her legs apart. She was wearing pants, but the movement still had her core feeling exposed. No one could see what was happening under the booth table. No one would see-

He pressed a long finger over the fabric of her pants, pressing down on her clit. Rannia jumped a little. Her hands reached around and gripped Mykel's sleeve, bunching it tightly as he slowly applied pressure and started rolling his finger around at a leisurely pace.

"More," Rannia demanded in his ear, to which a low groan escaped his throat. She could see his pants tent slightly, and that only made the situation that much more sensual. She glided a hand over and palmed him over his pants. "Touch me," she whispered, "and I'll touch you."

Mykel's fingers unclasped the button of her pants and slipped the zipper down, giving his hand more access to her. She craved his touch, goddamnit. Every moment where his hands were on her was another that her body was trembling with anticipation. With hot, sweaty lust.

"Under," she ordered quietly. Every word that left her mouth was a whisper right against his neck, but her words could not have been more clear.

Slowly, his hand met the top of her lace underwear. He ran his middle finger over top the lace, massaging Rannia's lower lips. She released the smallest whine and started moving her hips the slightest bit.

"I said under."

Mykel slid the slip of lace aside with his finger with perilous movements. When he finally placed his finger along her slick folds, Rannia started to quiver at his slightest movements. The head of her clit was so fucking engorged and sensitive to every touch. When he pressed into it through her hood, she sucked in a sharp breath.

"Like that," she mumbled. "Good boy." She started rubbing her hand along the growing indent of his cock, feeling it steadily grow beneath her touch. "Hm." She released a pleased sigh as he slowly circled her bundle of nerves. "Yes, just like that."

Mykel knew how to touch a woman. It seemed like an art at times; to come into tune with the rhythm and feel of a woman's body, and play all the right strings. He plucked and plucked until the harmony rose. Rannia couldn't help but start to fidget in her place. It was at the point where the built up tension was overwhelming. Her mind couldn't focus on the surroundings anymore, and her faulty attempt at palming Mykel stopped the moment he started slipping another finger into the hot wet recesses of her core.

"Fucking hell," she groaned under her breath, eyes fluttering closed.

"Like this, don't you? In front of everyone?" Mykel chuckled hot and low. She could feel his gaze sweeping the restaurant and caught the momentary pause in his breaths. He leant close, but not too close, leisurely fucking her beneath the table.

"Don't let him see."

It occurred to Rannia, that in that moment, where all her senses her blocked and all she knew was feeling, that Carter was probably approaching them right that moment. Torn between completing herself and not, well, being an idiot, she forced her eyes opened and turned her lips down. Because Lord knew if she smiled the moans would soon follow.

"Hey guys." His greeting was cheery. Very cheery, really. Sadly cheery. The sound of him sitting down at the opposite end of the booth met her ears, barely heard beside the drowning sound of blood rushing around her body. Carter shot a thumb motion back towards where he'd came from. "The toilet paper in there is amazing."

Rannia couldn't help it. A slow mmm bursted from her lips, but for some reason, Carter thought none of it. Rannia could practically feel the cocky smirk on Mykel's lips. His finger had slowed down a little when Carter had approached, but it was starting up again. A random burst shot through Rannia's core and her hips jerked up, catching Carter's attention.

"Babe, you okay?"

"She's fine," Mykel replied cooly, a calculative smile on his face. "But I didn't really hear what happened, could you do it again?" He turned his head to the side and looked at her. She refused to meet his stare. Her lip was going raw between her teeth, caught there to try and prevent any...noises.

"N-no," Rannia managed awkwardly.

"Oh?"

Mykel rammed his finger right up her tight cunt, hitting the sensitive spot along the top. Rannia did, in fact, jump this time, and resisted the scream bubbling in her throat.

"Babe, do you need some water?" Carter, the poor thing, really did seem concerned.

"Hm, maybe she does. Go get a glass for her, boy," Mykel commented. Carter sat straight up and headed away to the counter. Rannia watched as he left, and the image of him slowly blurred as tears started to fill her eyes.

"Mm-fuck, Myk-M- you brat, fuck."

"That's it," Mykel coaxed slowly. The movements of his finger applied more pressure as he went on, circling and rubbing and fucking her. How sweet it felt to be near completion, how divine the building flare felt within her core. Just as she reached her peak, Mykel leaned down so his lips were against her collar bone.

"Come on my hands like a good girl."

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