Niall looked great tonight, and you couldn't contain yourself.
The sight of your boyfriend with an unbuttoned white shirt, revealing the hairs on his chest and that golden pendant that he loved so much were killing you. You just wanted to jump on him right now.
But you couldn't, because you were in the house of your boyfriend's parents having dinner with your parents and in-laws. Just one touch, it was all you needed, and he gave it to you.
A little squeeze on you knee is enough to send electric currents to you center.
"Petal, you're alright?" His blue gaze along with those of your parents and in-laws are now riveted on you, and you feel ashamed to be so turned on in a situation like this.
"Yeah, uhm, I was just thinking about how good the food is." You excuse yourself, and your boyfriend looks at you without believing a word.
Your mother agrees with you and in less than a minute everyone takes their attention off you to talk to each other again. You try to integrate into the conversation between Maura and your parents, but a constant caress on your bare thigh distracts you.
You swallow dry, glancing at Niall who finds himself staring at the food like he's not trying to get into your panties from under the table.
You sneakily kick his foot when you feel his hand climb to the edge of your panties, wanting his touch but not in front of your family. For your (not so) good luck, he stops, But he comes closer to whisper in your ear:
"Let's play a game." He says, a stupid smirk on his face that makes you want to jump on him right there.
Your irritated but needy look prompts him to continue, and the hand that was once on you now takes his bottle of beer to drink softly. His eyes looking at you sideways.
"We'll go get dessert, kids." Your mother and Niall's say, getting up from the table to disappear into the kitchen.
"We will find the silverware for the cake." Your father in law says, and also disappears with your father, leaving you alone in the dining room with Niall.
You can feel his playful gaze on you, and you turn to see him, squeezing your thighs to see how beautiful he is, and how lucky you are to call him yours.
"What, Niall? Are you going to finger me in front of our family?" You ask, stressed out by her playful attitude that turns you.
"No, I plan something better." He says, and slowly walks up to you to whisper in your ear. "You look so hot today, all I want to do is throw you on this table and eat you."
The wine that you had drunk to try to relax stuck in your throat, and you coughed heavily.
"Just think of you lying on the table, me between your beautiful legs, licking you until there is nothing left." He follows, his fresh breath crashing into your ear.
Now you can feel the liquid fill your panties and probably run down your legs, and you squeeze your thighs tightly to try to ease the sensation.
When Niall is about to say another dirty thing, your and his parents walk into the dining room with dessert, forcing him to get away from you a bit.
"Finally! the cake didn't seem to want to come out of the oven." Maura jokes, and everyone laughs. Your laugh somewhat forced, because you can't stop thinking about the sensation between your legs.
To your surprise, the older people in the room sit a little away from you, but far enough to be able to see and hear you.
Now that you and Niall are the only ones at the dinner table, you try to focus even more on the cake plate your mom just placed in front of you. But you can't, because your boyfriend keeps whispering things in your ear.
"This cake doesn't compare to how sweet you are, baby." He says, making you wetter. "I can't wait to get home and have you all to myself."
You thought it was impossible that someone could bring you closer to an orgasm just by talking to you, but clearly you were wrong, because the sensations that Niall is making you feel are similar to one.
"Niall..." You say, trying to warn him that you're near the edge, but he keeps talking.
Luckily for you, the other people on the couch chatting and eating lively don't seem to notice your hips moving wildly for friction.
"Are you close to cumming, petal?" He whispers, a fake pout on his lips. "Aw, does my baby like me to say hot things to her?" He clears his throat. "It's funny how I can make you cum just by whispering in your ear."
Niall chuckles low, sipping on his wine as he whispers how ridiculous you look right now, and that's what makes you cum, holding tight to the edge of the table while with another hand you cover your moans.
"Honey, are you ok?" Your mother asks from the couch, and you find yourself unable to answer.
"Actually, she's boiling with fever. I think I'll take her home." Niall saves you, getting up from the chair to take his belongings.
You get up from the seat feeling your legs shaking and sticky, and you both quickly say goodbye to the adults to rush to the car.
"Niall, that was... wow." You say, out of breath.
The brunette squeezes the steering wheel between his hands and you bite your lower lip when you see the big bulge in his grey pants.
"I hope you're ready, petal." He says hoarsely as he starts the car. "Cause I'm going to fuck you so well that my name will be the only thing that will come out of your mouth."
