He needs distracting

Ben’s eyes lazily scanned the crowded pub, eventually they locked onto a familiar face near the bar. A calculating smirk spread across his face. He raised a hand and waved. "Dave, mate! Get over here!"

Dave, a guy with a similar unkempt, beer-bellied build, navigated through the crowd and slid into the booth next to Tom, sitting opposite Ben and Emma.

"Dave, this is my roommate, Tom" he introduced introduced, gesturing lazily with his beer glass. "Tom, Dave. I was just telling him about that build you're doing on the Beemer. He's a bit of a car nut himself, aren't you, mate?"

Tom’s eyes lit up instantly. "Oh nice, What model is it? I had an x5 a few years ago"

"An X4, 2007, got it off a guy in Leeds," Dave said, leaning in. "But having some custom bits done to it"

Within seconds, Tom and Dave were completely engrossed in a heated, enthusiastic debate about boost pressures, exhaust manifolds, and ECU tuning. They were practically nose-to-nose, facing eachother on their side of the table, totally oblivious to the rest of the world.

Ben watched them for a moment, his eyes gleaming with amused satisfaction. He shifted his weight and moved his left hand from the small of Emma’s back down to her waist. With a firm, unyielding grip, he hauled her flush against his side.

Emma gasped softly, her body going rigid as her tit pressed against his heavy, t-shirted arm. She shot a panicked glance across the table, her heart hammering against her ribs, but Tom was nodding vigorously at something Dave was saying, completely absorbed in the car talk.

Stunned by his sheer boldness, Emma sat frozen. She could feel the solid flesh of his thigh pressing into hers, the heat of his body radiating through his clothes. She knew she should pull away, knew she should act normal, but the dark, submissive thrill of being manhandled right under her boyfriend's nose rooted her to the spot. She was trapped, and a treacherous part of her loved it.

Ben leaned his head slightly toward hers. He didn't say a word. He just caught her wide, panicked eyes and held her gaze for a second before deliberately tilting his chin down, his dark eyes commanding her to look lower.

Trembling, Emma shifted her gaze down to his lap.

Beneath the shadow of the table, the rough, dark denim of his jeans was stretched taut. There was no hiding it. A massive, thick bulge was straining aggressively against the denim, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. It was a daunting mass of erection, twitching slightly with his breathing and clear arousal.

Her breath hitched in her throat. A fresh, hot wave of slick flooded her soaked pants, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight of it. He was hard, he was right next to her, and he expected her to acknowledge it.

Ben felt her stiffen, then felt the subtle shift in her breathing as she stared at his crotch. His smirk widened. He kept his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her captive at his side, while his right hand casually lifted his beer to his lips. He took a slow sip, his eyes flicking back to Tom and Dave, playing the perfect, casual friend, while his thick erection throbbed heavily against his jeans, demanding her attention.