Author's note: Back with another one. Honestly I need to stop with them doing it in public places but when the inspiration strikes, just gotta roll with it. Inspired by a post and a talk with someone on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!
Her eyes widened when she felt his hand move from the resting place on her knee and travel up her thigh. Her breath hitched when he palmed her inner thigh, his fingers just barely brushing against her center. Her hand landed on top of his and gently guided his hand back down her thigh to her knee as she leaned to the side to whisper in his ear.
"No, not here."
Her eyes were trained across the table, at her parents, to see if they had noticed anything unusual but they were too busy chatting with another couple that Lorelai knew she should've known from somewhere. And they were discussing Rory so the little hiccup she experienced at Luke's roaming hands wasn't even anywhere near their radar. They were too busy bragging.
She gripped his hand again when he had the nerve to slid his hand back under her dress and come teasingly close to her center once again. She looked to him and saw the cocky gleam in his eyes, almost daring her to tell him to stop again. That she wasn't starting to enjoy this. That she didn't want him to slip his hand in her panties and tease her - bring her over the edge, come around his fingers.
"Luke," she said his name as a warning but didn't move his hand from out under her dress.
They had done this before. He became comfortable with teasing her in public. As did she with him. At restaurants and bars, underneath the table. Sly touches when they were surrounded by people but no one was paying them any attention; fooling around in the back of a darkened theater, teasing in the back of a cab after they had been drinking.
But this was different. Her parents were seated right across from them and they were surrounded by everyone who was anyone from her parent's social circles. They were at a benefit dinner for some charity that she couldn't even remember right now because his hand was on the prowl again and his fingers were brushing up against the lace of the panties.
He leaned in, inconspicuously, as if they were just a couple talking and his hand wasn't underneath her dress and threatening to slip into her panties. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop."
"Don't," she whispered and he was fully prepared to pull his hand out from under and act like nothing happened but she tacked on, "Stop."
He looked at her for confirmation.
"Don't stop," she whispered again.
She wouldn't let him get too far. She would stop him after a few minutes, before he had the chance to make her come around his fingers. The build-up and anticipation would just make it that much better when they finally got home. It always did. The teasing.
She turned in her chair, angling her body so he had better access but still hidden enough that they wouldn't get caught. He started a conversation about the diner with her, talking of early mornings and meetings with delivery guys while she relayed her own schedule of meetings with maintenance men and potential clients for events at the inn. All the while, his fingers skimmed against her panties, using the friction of the lace against her sensitive skin as a stimulant.
She stumbled on her words when he tugged on her panties and slid them through her folds, the fabric creating a marvelous sensation against her swollen lips. As to not draw extra attention to herself, she quickly recovered, bringing the conversation back to the inn and how this was their busy season.
After making sure that no attention was on them, Luke leaned in as close as possible to whisper in her ear. "You're so wet for me, Lorelai."
"Oh God," Lorelai exhaled. She loved when he talked dirty.
He locked her gaze with hers. His eyes let her know that he was fully aware of what he was doing to her. And he had only begun. The corners of his lips twitched up when he slid his hand underneath her panties causing her breath to get caught in her throat.
"You're being very forward tonight," Lorelai pointed out once she got her breath back.
His fingers dipped into her wetness. "And you're enjoying it."
She pulled back so it wouldn't look like they were only whispering to each other. No need to raise any suspicions. She gave a curt nod of her head to let him know that she was definitely enjoying what he was doing to her. Not that he couldn't feel how much she was enjoying his touch.
He ran his finger up and down her slit a few times before he zeroed in on her clit; slowly circling it, once, twice, three times with his finger before dipping his fingers back down and caressing her wet lips. He repeated this a few times, slowly caressing her before focusing on her clit but just for a few seconds before sliding his fingers back through her slit.
The anticipation was about to going to send her over the edge and it was growing harder to hide her arousal from those at the table with them. Luckily her parents were still wrapped up in their own conversation with the couple next to them and hadn't noticed anything amiss. For a moment, she had forgotten they were even there.
She had meant to stop him a few minutes ago because they were playing with fire at this point but she made no efforts to move his hand out from underneath her dress and away from her center. His touch felt too good. It took everything in her not to lean into his touch, to rock her hips against his hand and help get herself off. Especially when he started to tease her opening with his finger.
Lorelai needed to stay quiet and opted to try and sip on her wine. It was when he decided to plunge his finger deep within her that she gulped a little too much of her wine and started to choke and cough on the liquid.
With his finger still inside of her, Luke brought up his other hand and started to rub her back. She kept her eyes on him as he started to move his finger in and out of her while continuing to rub her back and helping her through the coughing fit. With wine splattered on the table, she drew the attention of everyone at the table. Unfortunately.
"Lorelai, what on Earth is wrong with you?" Her mother asked, oblivious to the fact that Luke's hands were the sole reason the tablecloth was now spotted with red wine.
"I'm fine. It must've just went down the wrong way," Lorelai quickly replied. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin before pushing away from the table. "If you'll excuse me."
Luke's hand fell away from her and down into her seat as she discreetly adjusted her dress then walked away from the table. He waited a minute. A full minute. He checked the time on his watch. Before he excused himself from the table using the excuse that he needed to check on Lorelai to make sure she was okay.
As he walked down the hallway, away from the ballroom, he was a little worried that maybe he had pushed a little too far. Sure, they had done this before, but they usually made sure they were a little more secluded before any real teasing began. And it never involved being around her parents and their friends in any way.
Luke had just passed by a closet when he was suddenly pulled backwards and into a cramped broom closet. In the dim light, he could make-out Lorelai. Her eyes shining bright with a hint of mischief that was heightened by the smile that was plastered on her face.
She pushed him back against the door and ambushed him with kisses. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and a small moan escaped his lips. As their tongues battled for dominance, she wound his tie around her hand and pulled herself closer to him.
His hands teased the side of her breasts as he slid them down her body and to the hem of her dress. His fingers curled around the fabric, yanking it up and over her ass and settling it on her hips.
Lorelai broke this kiss, panting, and ground herself against the bulge in his dress pants. His teasing had just as much effect on him as it did on her. She moaned when she felt his hands grip her ass while she worked herself against him.
She kissed him again. "You are so bad," she whispered against his lips.
He grinned as he switched their positions and pinned her against the wall. "Happy to be of service."
Her hands made quick work of undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down just far enough that she could wrap her hands around his cock. She watched as his head rolled back for a moment as she started to pump his cock in her hands. She would've loved to get him off this way; she always enjoyed watching him as she brought him pleasure but his teasing had taken it's toll and she needed to feel him inside her.
He snapped back to attention when she pushed her panties to the side and began to rub the head of his cock along her slit.
"Fuck me, Luke."
He gripped her waist, lifting her from the ground so she could wrap her legs around him. As he pinned her between his body and the wall, he plunged his cock deep within her. With one thrust, he was completely buried inside of her. His hands worked on her ass, squeezing and massaging when he started to pump in and out of her.
She was so worked up from all the teasing and working herself against him that seconds in she was digging her nails into his shoulder and calling out his name.
Feeling her clench around his cock, he picked up his already fast pace.
"You're so tight," he mumbled against her lips when she closed her mouth around his again.
This wasn't going to last long and they both knew that. She could already feel herself on edge again as he continued to pound into her. Being pinned between his hard body and the wooden door, the angle was perfect for her clit being stimulated everything he slammed into her.
He called out her name, quieter than she called out his, as they tumbled over the edge together. He continued to hold her up when his strokes slowed down. She rested her forehead against his as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Aftershocks coursed through her body causing her to shiver when he brought his lips down to her skin.
She finally unwound her legs from her waist and placed her feet back on the ground. When she stumbled slightly, he pressed his body against hers to hold her up against the door. As she gained her bearings back, she pushed him back slightly and fixed her dress while he pulled his pants back up.
Lorelai tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress so it didn't look like she was fucked in a broom closet. "Hopefully no one heard any of that."
"Oh God."
Lorelai laughed as the panic of someone possibly hearing them set in on Luke's face. They hadn't been quiet after all. Or she hadn't. Her laughter brought a smile to his face and the panic was erased when she suggested that they didn't have to wait around and find out. They could just sneak out. Not like anyone would miss them anyway.
He loved that plan.
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