Instead of taking his hand away, Luther just kept fingering me, his fingers continuing their rhythmic assault with a devilish smirk on his lips as if nothing was happening. My heart was lodged in my throat, a frantic bird desperate to escape. And yet, even with the terror of being caught, I couldn't stop myself from cumming. The pressure, the sheer, forbidden thrill of it all was too much.
To stop Nash from finding out, I leaned my head on his shoulder, groaning as if I was in pain. "I feel tired," I mumbled, my voice muffled against his suit, the lie rolling off my tongue as my body gave in to the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm. My body was on fire, a tidal wave of pleasure and shame washing over me. I bit the inside of my cheek, a desperate attempt to stay quiet. I had never been in
