I Still Hate You Marie Skye (bill gates books to read .TXT) 📖

out at the crowd. No one was paying attention to us, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see what we were doing. I heard him sigh, as both of his legs hooked both of my ankles, jerking my legs apart.

“No one’s watching,” he whispered to me. His hands, now back on mine, went to the hem of my skirt but he didn’t go up further. Instead, he took my hand and guided it up and down my own thigh until he directed my hand up past the seam of my skirt. I felt him move my panties to the side. “Tell me how wet you are.” At first I hesitated as I looked out to the crowd but shut my eyes as I touched myself. “Show me,” he whispered as he kissed the side of my neck. I brought my hand out from under my skirt and held it up, the light making my fingers glisten. I heard him moan behind me as he shifted. The feeling of his hard cock against my back didn’t go unnoticed. “Continue,” he whispered in my ear, and I didn’t need any more prompting after that. He still had that one hand under my skirt, keeping my panties to the side but he never touched me. I wanted him to touch me.

I thought about him touching me and pretended it was him doing it. I squeezed my eyes tighter as I increased the rubbing of my clit. “Make me proud,” he whispered in my ear, and that voice alone set me off as I trembled in his arms. I covered my own mouth, afraid someone would hear me, even though I knew it wasn’t possible with the music blaring and the skit still playing out in front of us. I finally slumped against him, legs still spread, not giving a damn who could see me now.

His tongue slowly trailed my neck before reaching my ear and lightly biting. “Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. He moaned as I rocked against him, his hardened cock between us making itself known.

His arm wrapped around my waist keeping me still. “This isn’t about me.”

I looked over my shoulder at him and whispered against his lips, “But it can be.” Even though the music was loud, he heard me. He hissed as my hand moved to cup him over his jeans.

“Perrie,” he growled but made no move to stop me as I unbuckled his jeans and wrapped my hand around his cock. His head fell back against the seat as he started to move his hips against me. He leaned over me, turning off the lamp on the side of our booth as he moved us closer to the middle section. It didn’t offer much privacy, but it was enough to where we were slightly hidden. His mouth claimed mine hard, to the point we were practically breathing each other in.

He leaned back, his lips swollen, mine most likely too. “Put your mouth on me,” he whispered against my lips. I quickly looked behind me before lowering myself to the floor. I was partly covered under the table but he could still see me. I circled the tip of his cock slowly with my tongue, his breathing hitched as I swallowed his precum. Taking my right hand, I licked my palm before putting my hand between my legs. I watched him watch me rub myself before I removed my hand and rubbed his cock up and down with my wetness.

He practically jumped out his seat as I swallowed him down. His hands went to my head to push me down, but he didn’t need to. I happily took him in. I stiffened when I heard him talking and started to pull back but his hands on my head stopped me and pushed me further down his cock.

“Keep the change,” I hear him struggle to say as his hips buck up, forcing me deeper. He gripped both sides of my head to hold me still as he fucks my mouth. I’m struggling to breathe as I choke and gag. I want to push him off me but I don’t. After a few more thrusts, he stilled while pushing all the way in my mouth. His cum fills my mouth and I struggle to swallow, but I do.

Finally, I feel his grip around my head loosen, and he pulls me up.

“Fuck, Perrie,” he whispers before kissing me hard. He smiles against my lips. “Good fucking girl.”

24

Ash

Walking in the kitchen, Perrie was already there with a faint smile on her lips, which was the exact opposite of where I needed her to be. Mostly because I liked her like this, and that was the very last thing I needed from her—feelings. She glanced up at me as I entered the kitchen. “Morning,” she said a little too damn eagerly. I nodded at her as I poured myself a coffee. “Last night was... adventurous,” she said as she hid behind her mug.

“How did you feel?”

“Fine.” Even though she was trying to hide behind her mug, it didn’t stop the blush that crept over her body. She shrugged, trying to not make it into a big deal when she knew damn well getting herself off in a room filled with people was way more than just fine.

“Good,” I said as I placed my cup in the sink. “Then you’ll have no problem for what’s next.” She paled as her eyes widened. I brushed against her as I left the kitchen. She wasn’t hard to read at all. Her words said she was unaffected but her body said otherwise. Fortunately, that wasn’t a problem at all. I had time.

“So, this is where you work?” Perrie looked up at me surprised as I walked toward her desk.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the area.” She narrowed her eyes at me as if she didn’t believe me. She would be correct.

“I’m the receptionist today since Barb is out sick, so