Yes

I nod. "Yeah I'm good."

He smiles, knowing that I should say stop. I should say stop, but I can't. Deep down I want him to finger me. It's absolutely wrong, but it feels so right. I shouldn't want to get off around a group of people but I crave it more than anything. He could ruin my career, my life, but I've never felt more alive. My head is screaming for him to stop, but the only thing that leaves my mouth are soft, pleasured purrs.

"Are you sure my dear?"

"Yes." I look around for any possible onlookers, but they all seem obvious to me and Xavier's fingers.

"You're so easy to take care of."

Xavier then kisses me again, to mute any moans that could possibly escape my mouth. Surely someone notices him kissing me with such passion. Then again, so long they don't notice these fingers that have me on the fucking brink, I don't care. He's going to make me cum in front of all these obvious idiots, and I don't fucking care. My legs are trembling and there's nothing I can do at this point except for embrace it. When my body shudders, our lips part. I clench my teeth to tame any potential sound, as my hands squeeze on Xavier.

Once it's over, I take a deep breath and look to the people around me, who still don't have a clue. Xavier's finger then leaves my body, before he says "I think we need to go home, my dear. You seem a bit ill."

Every word felt rehearsed as if he'd planned the entire encounter. That or he'd done it before. As we walk onto the beach, I look to the bulge in his pants. Surely someone can see that massive piece of manhood bulging in his shorts. Then again, it's not like it matters. That cock is going to be all mine, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.