Haha, no

She looked momentarily mortified. The eye contact we shared lasted fraction of a second before she put her head down and cleared her throat. She quickly gathered herself and looked back up at him, then quickly up at me. She smiled nervously. I was impressed at how coolly she composed herself, given the circumstances.

“Dylan. What are you…I-?” She asked, the pitch of her voice higher than normal, her tone sounded nervously amused. She was not amused.

“Tutoring?” Beckett answered, his eyebrows raised. She opened her mouth slightly, trying to find an answer to his question. She looked at me for help.

“That quiz is kicking my butt,” I said, making of face of mild embarrassment. “I tried, Miss Laura, but I don’t think I’m understanding it.” Her eyes silently thanked me, and she slowly nodded. She continued drying her already dry hands, then looked back to her fiancé, and nodded.

“Sssorry,” she cleared her throat. “I meant to ask if it was alright. I forgot all about it.”

He seemed momentarily annoyed with her. Annoyed with me, like I had spoiled his morning with my intrusion into their day. But he inhaled and nodded, smiling like it was all okay and adopting the posture of the alpha of the house. The one who makes the decisions. “All good, love,” he said as that fake smile was back. “Well, come on inside,” he said to me, as if I needed his permission, his hand on my back. I looked down at him and his hand slid off as his show of confidence deserted him.

I watched her look at him. The confusion. The subtle way her eyes changed as he backed down.

I almost felt bad for her as she looked at the floor, disappointed her man didn’t take charge and kick me out. “Uh…let’s…we can…we can sit at the table,” she finally said. I nodded with a smile, then walked towards her. She took a step back and turned to lead me back where she came from.

Her fiancé lingered in the kitchen and casually watched us. Surely he was suspicious. That’s what kept him there, pretending to get a drink. Pretending to be interested in what we were looking at. Before long he swiped up on his phone and busied himself with whatever was on the small screen.

“You can go,” I said to him with a friendly smile, and he looked at me as if he didn’t hear me correctly. I saw Miss Laura look at me out of the corner of my eye. “We’re gonna be a little while,” I added, and his gaze faltered, then lost its strength, making him look away. He nodded, and made a face as if to act like it was his idea to leave the room. Fucking pussy. What kind of man was he, leaving his girl in a room alone with another man. I looked down at her as she watched him walk away, getting the sense that she felt something similar.

“You…you need to leave,” she finally said, not looking at me as she leaned down to hide behind her open laptop screen. Her voice was hushed, dripping with nervous seriousness. She was right, of course. This was completely inappropriate. Crossing a line that had no business being crossed. I glanced into the living room at the couch, and the back of her fiancé’s head, then exhaled slowly, the sound of the tv in front of him loud enough. Out of sight, out of mind…right buddy?

My left hand stroked her hair as I leaned down close to her. She leaned away quickly as if I’d struck her. My right hand went under the table and gently rested on her thigh. Her body tensed and she softly gasped, keeping it quiet.

Her fiancé’s phone suddenly rang, and he answered it, and my opportunity presented itself.

I took it.

“Jimmy!” he said as if greeting an old friend, and I leaned back down.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whispered, the huskiness of my voice unmistakeable. Her hands shot down and awkwardly tried to remove mine from her leg. I gently squeezed. Her skin felt so good under my hand. “Oh come on,” I said quietly, offering one of my charming smiles. “I figure you owe me now.” I said it to remind her. Her hands slowed as she realized it was pointless. Her panicked eyes darted to the living room, then down to the keyboard of her laptop. Seeing it, but not seeing it. She looked back up to the living room.

Call out.

Call out to him, I fucking dare you.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathless. She was either pleading with me, or her oblivious fiancé, busy laughing as he caught up with whoever was on the other end of the line. I couldn’t tell which, but didn’t care at the moment.

“Do you have a bathroom I can use?” I suddenly asked, loudly enough for soy boy to hear. I let my hand slide slowly off her soft thigh, my heart thudding powerfully inside my chest. He looked back from the living room, phone to his ear. He smiled and gestured with his hand to go. Go and show your friend to the bathroom. Then he turned around and continued talking to his phone.

“Please,” she repeated in that nervous whisper. Her eyes were wide open, wildly begging her man to turn around and come to her rescue. He did turn around, but only when she didn’t answer me right away.

“Uhh,” she began, then cleared her throat. “Yes, it’s-”

I pushed my chair out, standing up slowly. “Show me?” She nervously looked at the back of his head, urging him to turn around and see she unwilling look in her eyes. But he didn’t, content with enjoying his jovial conversation. Her eyes locked onto mine with that same look of unwillingness, pleading with me once more.

I just smiled back at her, the bulge in my jeans saying hello. Even with the added danger of her fiancé just in the next room, I felt my confidence only growing. She made an uneasy face but quietly stood up, her chair left pulled out. I walked down the only hallway of the house, then turned to look at her.

It was like some secret game. She was watching the living room as if he’d suddenly turn around and catch her, like a parent catching their child sneaking around in the middle of the night. She was frozen as she watched, and waited for the right moment to move. I reached out and gently took her hand, then pulled her to me as I guided her down the hallway.

I passed by the open bathroom door and went to the next door on the wall. The bedroom. I felt her hand grab me before I could step inside. I turned and saw the wide eyed look of nervous defiance in her eyes. It was nice. She shook her head, afraid to make a sound.

I looked at the living room as if I saw movement, and she quickly turned to follow my gaze. I put my hands on her hips and spun her, my ruse to get her to turn around successful. I pulled her ass back into my crotch and pressed my bulge against her ass. She lightly gasped, but too quietly for anyone but he two of us to hear.

“Look at him,” I said gently, her back against my chest. Her hands were on mine, weakly and not very convincingly trying to move them. I think she liked being treated this way. It excited her as much as it excited me. “Is that who you want?” She struggled, but I knew it was only for show. She made no move to call out or get away from me. On the contrary, her ass stayed pushed right back against my hard bulge, sending my imagination into overdrive.

“You really think he could give you what you want?” I continued, breaking her defiance down one question at a time as I pled my case. “…what you really need? Make you cum how I made you cum?” She squirmed, but there was no strength behind it. Even when my left arm reached across her body, my hand cupping her right breast. She wanted to hear. And she listened intently. My right hand slid down to her crotch, and her body responded, her back arching as her ass pressed back into me. “How I want to make you cum again? Right here?” Her chest rose and fell with deep, silent breaths. I circled my fingers against her shorts, rubbing her pussy. “Right now?”