My cock twitched, hardening painfully against my pants, my mind racing. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Hurry up," Jennifer murmured, her voice a low, poisoned purr, "before she comes back."
I swallowed, reaching for the spoon, my fingers brushing against her ankle—deliberate, testing. Jennifer shivered, her legs parting even further, her breath hitching.
"Good boy," she whispered, her foot pressing harder against my cock, rubbing slow circles that made my vision blur.
And then—
"Mike, here's some water."
Emily's voice.
I jolted, snatching the spoon and shoving it into Jennifer's hand before emerging from under the table, my face flushed, my cock throbbing.
Emily handed me the glass, her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me. "You look flustered."
I took the water, downing it in one gulp, the cool liquid doing nothing to quell the fire burning inside me.
And then I glanced at Jennifer.
