Flat 64

Chapter 8

Distracting myself, I'm watching Lily flirt with Drew when I feel a small slap on the inside of my thigh, making me jump. Jackson leans over to me, whispering quietly, "stop sulking, I'm not moving my hand away." He proves that by rubbing the spot on my inner thigh in soothing circles. I'm left there, mouth agape, how can he sit here so confidently, not worried that anyone will see this? I quickly pull myself together, not wanting to bring any attention to myself. I go to have a sip of my wine, only to see Danny looking at me on the other side of the table. (Marley, Jackson and I are on one side of the booth, then Danny, Drew and Lily on the other) Danny smiles at me, but doesn't say anything. "What is it?" I ask him curiously. "Well the last time you had wine, the next morning you ended up on the lounge floor naked wrapped in a blanket, that going to happen again?" he asks with a smirk. I hear Marley burst out laughing, leaning over to high five Danny. Jackson's hand is frozen on my thigh, squeezing me. I can't help but gasp at Danny's comment. "That's not funny Danny, I literally scolded myself with coffee, and you're the one that said I should change out of my clothes in the first place !" I reply angrily. Seeing how not amused I was, his smile fades very, very quickly, but before he can say anything, the waiter walks in with our food on a trolley. My attention is immediately directed towards the delicious looking food that is placed in front of us, when the waiter asks if we need anything else. Drew replies that we don't need anything, but before he leaves, he turns his attention to me.

"And what about you darling, Can I bring you some more wine?" he asks me sweetly. "No, I'm okay thank you." I say, returning his smile. "Are you sure? We have some lovely house wines that I'm sure you..." before he can say anything else, Jackson interrupts him. "She's good mate." he says with such a tone of finality that a shiver runs through me. The waiter looks between Jackson and I, then nods slightly before leaving the area again. Once again, lily is laughing at my expense. "Oh my god Lottie, he is so going after you." returning her giggle, I play along, interested in seeing if Jack would have any reaction. "I know, you were so right about this dress Lils, he's really attractive too, maybe I could try and talk to him after." Reaching the end of my sentence, I feel Jackson's hand move higher up my thigh, until he is close enough to graze the hem of my panties. His grip is gentle, but it feels as though there is an underlying reason for his touches, as if he is trying to claim me. Lily oblivious to my current dilemma, continues her tirade. "Yes do it! I told you that the dress made you look irresistible. He's only proving my point that I'm always right. Anyway, how long has it been since you've been with a guy? It's about time you put yourself out there for once." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack's jaw clench, and then my brother interrupts Lily from going further. "Oh my god, please stop the girl talk. I do not want to be listening about my sister's love life, let me eat my meal in peace." he says in a whiny voice, which has us all chuckling. Everyone goes back to eating, and when I put a forkful of food into my mouth, I feel his fingers push my c**t through the panties, forcing a quiet moan out of me. My eyes widen, and I'm in disbelief at what he has just done.

Marley is looking at me with raised eyebrows, "Jesus Lottie, what food did you get? Sounds very...nice." he finishes with a wink, laughing hysterically with Lily. Drew just face palms, groaning in disgust. "Seriously guys, choose something more interesting to talk about than my sister? Like come on. Char, don't do that again, you're seriously putting me off my food." he glares at me. I can feel Jackson laughing silently at me, looking as innocent as can be. He is the devil. "Sorry, it's just good food, don't act like you guys don't think it's good. This is delicious!" I try and fail to cover up my mistake, stuttering over my words even further as he begins to circle my c**t. My breath falters. Holding my fork tightly in one hand, I mindlessly play with the food, my other hand heads under the table hovering above his on my center. I try to pull him away, but he only changes the rhythm of his fingers. They move so slowly, teasingly, then they speed up, circling me quicker, only to slow down again. It's becoming increasingly difficult to control my reactions. My hand stops fighting him, and I leave it resting on his. I can't help it when my hips buck slightly, even though this situation is outrageous, I am so incredibly turned on, that I'm scared to move. I'm so wet, that it is unbelievable, and I cannot believe that I'm enjoying this.

I'm watching him, eating slowly, yet I can see his resolve faltering. His jaw is constantly clenching, and his grip on his fork is tight. An idea suddenly floods my mind, one that seems incredibly tempting. Without looking away, I move my hand over to him, and palm his d**k through his pants. He freezes, mid-mouthful, clearing his throat slightly before chewing again. He pinches my c**t slightly, in what I'm assuming is his way of telling me off for joining in with his little game, but it only fuels my pleasure. I rub him slowly, with pressure that I know he can't ignore. I can feel how hard he is under my hand, but after a few minutes I remove my hand, leaving it on his thigh instead, deciding that him having to sit here, with a full-blown hard-on is punishment enough. I can't help it when a smirk covers my face at having completed my evil revenge, but it's quickly wiped off when I release a silent breath as he pushes my panties to the side. He runs his fingers between my slit, feeling how wet I am. My grip on his thigh tightens as he pushes into me, and I swear I hear him groan a little. I am physically shaking now at the intensity of what is happening, so I clear my throat slightly and continue aimlessly moving my food around my plate, never daring to take a bite thinking I might choke on it or something. Jack's fingers arch up to meet my g-spot, and a small whine escapes me, barely audible, but nonetheless it's dangerous enough that it threatens to expose what's happening. I look up around the table, quickly scanning to see if anyone is watching me, but luckily they are all engaged in noisy conversation. Jacks leans over me slightly, whispering in a gruff voice, "careful, you don't want anyone to find out what you are doing right now, do you?" he asks me teasingly, following his sentence with increased brushes of my g-spot. I bite my lip in response, desperate not to make any more noise that would get us caught. "Good girl," he whispers.

Immediately, I feel myself clench around his fingers at his words. He obviously felt it too, because he quickly turned to look at me again, with an intense look of lust staring back at me. He smirks at the revelation that being praised heavily turns me on, and I feel myself blushing intensely. I look away breaking eye contact out of embarrassment. I feel my orgasm begin to build, and I grab his wrist worriedly, my hand is shaking, and I know that if I finish, I will not be able to stay quiet. He doesn't stop, and I feel myself getting weaker, my body giving into the feeling he is creating in me. I lean back against the chair, also leaning slightly into his side, desperate to feel more of him, while also terrified of what will happen if someone catches us. He adjusts in his seat slightly so that he is facing me a bit more, and pulls my leg over his, spreading my legs further open in the process. His fingers are deliberately stroking my g-spot over and over, I know he is trying to make me c*m, but I am fighting it beyond belief. With his fingers still inside me, he presses his palm against my c**t and just as I am about to come undone, the waiter enters the room.

Jack quickly removes his hand, and I straighten myself up in my seat, taking my leg back. The waiter is talking to the others on the table when I catch Jackson's eye. He raises his hand from under the table, and acts as if he is wiping food away from his mouth, leaving a trail of my wetness on his lips. I watch as he licks his lips, tasting me secretly. It is such an erotic sight, and if I wasn't already breathless, I would be now.

The waiter moves to talk to us, his conversation with the others seemingly over. "How was it?" he asks me, but before I can reply, Jack answers first. "The best thing I have ever tasted. My only complaint is that I want more." He replies with a smirk. I feel myself blushing heavily, knowing that he is not talking about the food. He is talking about me. The waiter, though, eats up the good review, "brilliant, would you like me to box up the leftover food for you guys?" it's only then that I realize I have literally eaten nothing and have a pretty full plate. "Oh, yes please." I reply quietly. He nods and whisks our plates away, and finally (although incredibly turned on) I am able to relax.