Too Close

Chapter 18

Olivia's P.O.V

I held my fork in mid air with my lips parted and the little bit of cake I had forked up fell back onto my plate. I looked to my left at him. He simply drank from his glass and kept his eyes focused on the actors as they did their play quietly watching like everyone else.

I pushed his hand off my leg and reached for my drink. I felt his hand on my thigh again and I shook it off, turning to look at him.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the people around us from watching the play.

"Just sit back and relax," he whispered. His hand landed at the slit in my dress and skated up my thigh and then back down to where it was before. He repeated the process. I slapped his hand but it didn't seem to have any effect on him because he just placed it even higher on my thigh. I closed my legs, locking his hand tightly in between my thighs so that he would stop. There.

He managed to turn his hand over and tickle me. I let out a giggle but forced my legs to stay closed. He didn't stop and I let out a loud laugh. The event coordinator, who sat at the table in front of us, turned around.

"Sorry, this part is hilarious," I said in a low voice, gesturing to the actors in front of us. I spun to face Tyler and glared at him.

"Stop it," I hissed.

"Okay," he said, without looking at me. I opened my legs to release his hand but he quickly placed it on the front of my panties. My eyes widened and when I tried to close my legs again, he pushed them back open with the same hand. His hand played with the lacy string that tied my underwear together and untied it.

"Hmm," I heard from him. He still faced the front of the canopy, watching the actors, but a smile formed on his lips. Before I could tell him to get his hand the hell off me, his finger slipped inside. Oh...my God.

His hand began to gently stroke, leaving everywhere he touched tingly.

"Tyler, what are you..." I started to say but was cut short when his hands slid lower until he reached my entrance, which to my shock was already moistened in waiting.

When his finger dove into my sea of uncertainty, I could barely quiet my moan, because I wanted nothing more than for him to take me there, higher and higher. His fingers caressed me like I were a precious gem wrapped in the silk of my dress, and he teased and made me weak. I bit my lip when his fingers picked up their momentum and I breathed heavily.

"Mmm," I sighed, getting lost in his torment.

"You okay?" Haylie asked in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied, trying not to draw any more attention to myself.

Several people turned around in their seats to look back at me. I quickly grabbed my fork and put a big piece of my cake in my mouth. "This cake! It's so—" Another finger. "It's so go—good." I swallowed. I gave them a thumbs up and they all turned back around. He never stopped, he moved in slow circles and I had to cover my mouth with my napkin to keep quiet.

I felt myself start to build up, my body tight, ready. I wanted it to happen even though it shouldn't even be happening. I closed my eyes and clutched the sides of my chair.

I pushed my seat back from the table and pulled my dress down. Tyler's hand fell against my seat and Haylie looked up at me wearing a puzzled expression.

"Bathroom." I flashed her a smile and walked away from the table toward the house. I passed the first bathroom on the first floor and went up to one on the second floor, thinking the longer walk would help shake off my arousal, all the while trying to wrap my head around the fact that that had happened. I put my hand out to open the door when someone ushered me inside from behind.