Chapter 16

HUXLEY

My fingers curl and press against her. She writhes again, silently telling me just how much she likes it.

I look around once more, scared that someone will notice, but bodies are bumping into us. Everyone is too close to look down and notice. Even if they did, I imagine far worse has gone on in this club.

I take a sharp breath and then push her thong to one side. The material bunches in her groin, baring her pussy to me while still keeping it hidden under her dress.

The first moment that my fingertips touch her soaked folds, my dick twitches in my trousers.

~Holy fucking shit.~

Unable to stop myself, I press harder, separating her labia and pushing deep into her folds. She is so soft, so wet, so pliable. I let out a groan and lean my temple against the side of her head.

“Fuck, Zee. You’re killing me here.”

“And I’m dying,” she moans. “Touch me properly, Griff.”

I can hear the unadulterated need in her voice. It’s a compliment, having someone as perfect as her desire ~me~.

I indulge her and delve upward in her folds, finding the hard nub of her clit. I press my finger directly on it, and I catch a soft gasp from her.

I slowly roll my finger around it, purposely pressing where it is most sensitive under its hood. Her hips buck a little.

“Is this what you want?” I murmur darkly in her ear, smiling when she trembles.

I leave her clit and slide my fingers lower, following the curve of her folds down to her hole. My fingers are soaked from her juices. I push two of them inside her.

“Or this?”

She moans and rolls her hips. I make sure to continue my two-step and keep her moving with me, so we look like we’re dancing in the crowd.

She is so hot and tight around my fingers; it feels like she’s gripping them with all her muscles. I wiggle them to see how much I can move. She relaxes, and I slide them out and back in again, scissoring them to stretch her wider.

“Griff,” she gasps. She reaches behind me and grabs the back of my neck. “We need to leave.”

I daringly brush my lips along her neck. She shudders, and it makes me bold enough to dart my tongue out and taste her skin. She tastes of her sweet perfume and the salty tang of perspiration.

“Why?” I murmur across her skin.

~Is this really me right now? The guy who was too scared to touch her? Now I’m licking her neck?~

She suddenly turns. My fingers slide out of her pussy, and I grab her hip, feeling my sticky fingers rub against the material of her dress.

She faces me, her hands gripping my shoulders, and looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes.

“Because I need to come, and I can’t do it in the middle of a club,” she says in a breathless voice. “Come on, let’s go.”

I don’t argue with her.

Zainab reaches beneath her dress as subtly as she can and rights her underwear. She flashes me a quick smile and straightens her dress.

She grabs my hand. I watch, mouth agape, as she licks my index and middle finger, the two fingers I put inside her. She then drags my hand down her dress, drying it off.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll text Faisal.”

I grip her elbow and help her down the stairs while she texts her brother to tell him she’s leaving. Even when she has finished, I hover close to her side. It’s doubly enticing for me. I get to be near her, and I get to protect her.

Zainab doesn’t say anything as we walk to where I parked the car. I follow her lead and stay quiet.

I sneak glances out of the corner of my eyes. She is looking down at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest, her teeth working her bottom lip.

I want to reach out and touch her, but I also don’t want to overstep. I am so aware that I am employed by her family, and I’m following her lead entirely.

Touching her earlier, as amazing as it was, was completely her choice. I would never have touched her had she not ~begged~ me to.

Zainab trips over an uneven slate slab and stumbles forward. I reach out instinctively and grab her. She clutches onto me, mumbles a thank you, and keeps walking. I put my arm around her waist and hold her hand.

When we reach the car, I reluctantly let go of her. Zainab gets in. I wait for her to buckle her seatbelt before I start the engine.

I’m only semi-hard now. It’s taken all this time for my dick to start to relax. The smell of Zee on my fingers, the feel of her soft, wet pussy, the soft little mews she was making. It’s all so fucking hot; I’m not sure I can handle it.

I drive us back to Zainab’s flat. She doesn’t say anything.

Suddenly, her hand reaches over the console and lands in my lap. My heart jolts. I grip the steering wheel as her fingers stroke my semi-erection through my pants.

“Zee…,” I say her name in warning.

~In warning of what? To stop? To never stop? To ask me to pull over?~

“Griff,” she whispers back.

We’re driving through London. There are people everywhere. The streets are busy. I have to concentrate. I don’t need her stroking my cock right now.

“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“Teasing you,” she purrs and twists in her seat to face me. “Do you want me to stop?”

~What can I say?~

“Or do you want to touch me instead?”

The wheel squeaks under my hands because I grip it so hard. Zainab’s soft hand comes down over my left one.

I let her take my hand off the wheel and guide it between her legs. Once again, my fingers are underneath her thong, finding the wet heat of her pussy.

“Mm, Griff,” she moans and rocks her hips.

My fingers slip inside her. From this angle, they can barely penetrate her, just to the first knuckle.

It seems to work for Zainab though. She is moaning and rocking her hips to make my fingers move in and out of her.

I grind my teeth together, trying to concentrate on the road and not Zainab’s wet pussy fucking my fingers.

I’m barely moving my hand. She’s the one controlling the pace. I’m letting her take what she wants.

Somehow, I manage to get us home with one hand. Thank God the SUV is an automatic.

I park in the garage and pull my hand back from between her legs. Zainab whimpers but readjusts her clothing.

I go around to the other side of the car and help her out.

My arm automatically snakes around her waist, an action that is far too familiar for me now. Zainab leans into me, smiling contentedly. My chest feels tight seeing her so happy.

Neither of us says anything as the lift takes us upstairs. I look down at the top of her head, wondering if the moment is going to be broken when we arrive at the flat.

~Is she going to blow me off? Change her mind? Send me to bed with nothing but my hand?~

Zainab surprises me. She steps out of the lift first and kicks off her heels.

I mimic her actions and take off my shoes.

Then she pulls me into her bedroom, a room I’ve only been into a couple of times. I watch her throw her clutch to the side and turn back to me. Her eyes rake up and down my body.

My eyes trail up and down hers in response.

~She’s a fucking knockout.~

“I don’t want to go all the way, Griff,” she whispers, shyly dropping my gaze. “But I want to touch you. And I want you to touch me.”

I gulp, wondering how the hell I am supposed to respond to that. It feels like all of the air has been knocked out of me.

I can’t get my head around the fact she wants me.

~Me.~

I have to seize this chance. I have to give her what she wants. What ~I~ want.

~I can’t fuck this up.~

This evening, we have gone straight to sex, straight to me fingering her. I’ve never even tasted her lips.

I want to rectify that now, but what if she has avoided kissing me on purpose? It might be too intimate for what she has planned between us.

“Can I kiss you, Zee?”

She gives me a sultry smile and holds out her arms to me.

“Please kiss me, Griff.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I close the gap between us in one large stride and pull her into my arms.

She gasps as my mouth comes down on hers. Her lips are soft and warm. Her mouth molds perfectly to mine, like we were made for each other.

It’s corny, but it feels true.

My hands greedily feel her body. I want to take everything she offers before she changes her mind about this.

Tomorrow, she will realize what a mistake she has made and ask for things to go back to normal between us. I’m sure of it. I can only hope that it isn’t awkward between us.

I have waited so long to kiss her. I’ve stared at her lips and wished for this moment, and now I finally have her in my arms.

My lips devour hers. I pour all of my desire into the kiss, showing her just how much I want her.

“Griff.” She breaks the kiss, gasping for breath and moaning my name.

I let go of her and step back. I stare at her heatedly.

“Take your underwear off and get on the bed,” I tell her, barely recognizing the rasp in my voice.

Her eyes light up.

I slowly take off my jacket and hang it on the back of her chair. She watches me with wide, excited eyes as I start to unbutton my shirt.

She grabs her thong, slides it down her legs, and discards it to the side. She climbs onto her bed and sits upright, her legs spread out in front of her.

Taking hold of her ankle, I gently move her leg wider. She moves the other one without being guided to.

I stare down at her pussy, spread open and exposed for me.

If I wasn’t kneeling already, the sight would bring me to my knees.

~Fucking hell.~