This chapter will contain exhibitionism
Holy. Fuck.
Mat’s words and the feel of his hand gliding up and under my dress made me freeze. Whatever thoughts I might have had went out the window.
My breathing hitched as every muscle in my body tensed. I didn’t know what to do, and I couldn’t help but look around the restaurant guiltily like I was doing something naughty-which I was. I didn’t stop Mat from inching towards my sex or when he finally made contact with my damp panties.
“Relax,” Mat whispered in my ear. “As long as you stay calm and quiet, they will never know. Can you do that for me? Can you pretend like you aren’t going to be finger-fucked and have an orgasm in public?” I shivered at his voice, husky and full of authority.
“Y-yes, Sir,” I whispered back, forcing myself to sit still while he pushed the panties to the side and slid one finger inside my wet pussy.
Our booth was in a U-shape, hindering anyone but those right in front of us to see us. The table had a tablecloth that hid me from the waist down, and thank fuck for that.
It was hard to swallow, to even blink-and much harder to spread my legs carefully so no one would notice what was going on.
“Such a good girl,” he praised and took advantage of the space I’d created for him.
I was sure I was completely red in my face as I did my best to control my breathing. This was so dirty, letting Mat touch me like this in public. If anyone looked closely, they would understand exactly what we were doing.
“How does it feel, me fingering you like this with people around?” he asked. I was staring at my glass of soda, too nervous to look up in case someone actually saw us.
“It feels-” I swallowed a moan. It was challenging to keep quiet. “It feels naughty… but good,” I answered, my voice shaking from repressing my natural reactions to the pleasure taking place.
Mat pushed another finger inside my slick pussy. He curled them both to hit that particular place that had me closing my eyes and clenching my jaw to keep from making any sounds.
He was careful, and his movement was slow and precise, so no one would hear him fucking me with his fingers. His thumb pressed against my clit and massaged it in a circular motion, which would’ve left me panting had we not been in a public place.
It was crazy, this whole experience. It felt like I had an out of body experience if I were being honest. Never in my life would I ever have thought I was brave enough to do something so… indecent like I was doing now.
The restaurant was half-full, and I could hear chatter from every direction. These people were completely unaware of what was happening right in their midst.
The fingers in my pussy stilled completely, and I looked up at Mat, ready to complain, but didn’t when I noticed he had his gaze locked on someone; a server.
“Behave, Gorgeous. Don’t make a sound,” he warned, and then he continued fucking me as if the server wasn’t on his way over.
The man was carrying a pizza and was heading straight towards us. I froze, knowing that we were soon about to be discovered. But then, when he got to us, he simply smiled and placed the food on the table.
“Hope you enjoy it. Carlos said this one is on the house,” he said, shocking the hell out of me. I’d been so sure that we’d been caught, and that they would throw us out. Even worse, if Carlos barred Mat from ever coming back to his place. This was too risky, and still… I didn’t use my safeword.
“Thank you,” Mat said, smiling gratefully, not once stopped finger-fucking me. His voice gave nothing away.
“Thank you,” I echoed, but whereas his voice had been steady, mine came out shaky and airy.
My body was burning up with pleasure, embarrassment, and this intoxicating thrill of doing something I knew I shouldn’t.
“Do you want to order anything else, another drink perhaps?” The man asked, still with that smile on his face-just as oblivious as the other people were.
“We’re all good, thanks.” Mat was just so… calm. There wasn’t even one hint on his expression of what he was doing and where his hand was. I was amazed at how good he was at concealing his emotion.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t that good. My face was probably flaming red, and my breathing was definitely not under control. Even though I breathed quietly, it was still rapid.
The server nodded and walked to another table. I let out a sigh of relief, happy we hadn’t been caught. But with him gone, I felt how my body had reacted to the fear of being discovered. The danger and thrill of it all had been a turn on.
“Fuck, Gorgeous. You’re doing so good,” Mat said quietly. “I can feel how much you like this. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers so fucking hard right now.”
His words almost made me orgasm. It was like he could sense how close I was. He slowed down his movements even further, leaving me on this sharp edge where only a little push would send me into oblivion.
“Please, Sir,” I begged, keeping my voice so quiet only he could hear me.
“What do you want?” He asked, but he knew exactly what I wanted.
“To come. I need to come. Please… Sir.”
Without a single change in his expression, aside from the desire in his eyes burning brightly, he sped up. Not by much, but enough for me to have to grab the edge of the table tightly and try my best to keep quiet as the pleasure wracked my body.
A small whimper escaped me while I shuddered from the orgasm. My legs shook under the table from the force of it.
His thumb continued massaging my clit gently until the last ember of the orgasm tapered off. He grabbed two napkins from the table. He used one to dry his hand that was wet with my juice, and the other to wipe my pussy. Just that touch made my sex convulse; I was so sensitive.
He arranged my panties back in place before he pocketed the napkins and grabbed a slice of pizza.
“You should eat before it gets cold,” he winked.
I shook my head, dazed at what had happened, but followed suit. I’d been hungry before, but now? Now I was fucking starving.
The food was terrific, and the greasiness of it all was just what I needed. I moaned at the taste and hid a smile when I saw Mat put his hand down under the table and rearranged his dick.
We continued talking like the finger-fucking hadn’t happened. It gave me a chance to calm myself down and gather myself.
Mat tipped generously and took off his jacket, offering it to me. “Here, tie it around your waist, just in case you might have a wet spot on your dress.”
I accepted it gratefully and did what he’d said.
Before we went, I grabbed another napkin and swiped the seat, just in case…
“I can’t wait to get you home. Are you ready for your training?” Mat asked when we were both back in his car.
The thought of what was to come made me giddy. I was more than ready.