"Y/N this is not fair," she whined, looking in the mirror trying to put in her earrings. "You lost, so this is what you get for betting in the first place," I laughed. She punched me in the arm, already regretting this night. I whined rubbing my throbbing arm. "Whatever let's just go w-we're-" I said, breaking into a sea of moans to tease her. She slapped me in the back of my head, storming downstairs.
"Dj, you know I'm just messing with you," I said going after her. In the car she was taking it well. I set the level up higher just to catch her off guard. She let out a little shriek, throwing her head back. I snickered, not feeling guilty at all. She punched me hard in the same spot she did earlier. "Ow babe...what the hell," I said. She moaned, her legs starting to tremble.
We found a parking space, sitting tight until everyone else arrived. Dinah pulled my face close, locking lips. "I-I'm so wet...Y/N," she whined. I bit her lip, pulling her closer in our kiss. She pulled away, roughly gripping my tux. "I-I'm not gonna make it through this dinner without cumming," she sighed, finding composure. "Good, I told you not to bet with me," I shrugged.
I was being a bit of an asshole, so I leaned over and left a trail of kisses along her jawline. She smiled, breaking into a fit of laughter. "C'mon they're here," she said, opening her car door. I stepped out, adjusting my tie. She gently brushed a few wrinkles out of her dress. I smirked watching her ass bounce to the rhythm of her walk. "Let's go, annoying," she said, walking to our group of friends.
As we were escorted to our table, I forgot I'd put the remote in my back pocket. When I sat down, it set to a higher level. Dinah tapped me repeatedly, but I was talking and catching up with everyone. "Dinah, you okay?" Lauren asked, turning the attention towards my girlfriend. "O-Oh yeah I fine, just a little hungry," she lied. Luckily it started a conversation about everyone's hunger. She grabbed my arm, pulling me towards her. "Y/N, I-I f-feel it. I think I'm gonna--" she squealed in my ear, catching the attention of the table again.
"Anyways, where's the waiter? I need some water so my throat is nice and wet," Normani said, really setting Dinah over the edge of embarrassment. She hid her face in my neck, her cheeks hotter than hell itself. I choked holding back laughter as she whimpered in my ear. "You're getting this ten times worse when we get home," she said, kissing my neck.
