The rooftop bar hummed with low conversation and the clink of glasses, the warm night air carrying the scent of citrus and expensive cologne. The space was sleek and modern, all polished wood and soft lighting, but my attention wasn’t on the decor.

Alex and I slid into our booth, the plush seating enveloping us as I crossed my legs, letting my dress ride just high enough to tease. The booth was intimate, three sides enclosed, but the fourth left open, just enough to expose us to some of the room. And directly across from that opening, the perfect audience, a man sitting with his date, her back to us, his gaze casually flicking in our direction.

He didn’t know it yet, but we had chosen him.

Alex placed a hand on my thigh beneath the table, his touch warm and possessive. "Are you sure about this?" he murmured, his lips close enough to brush my ear.

I took a slow sip of my drink, letting the moment stretch. The anticipation sent a delicious shiver through me. "Absolutely."

Alex’s fingers inched higher, his touch deliberate. "Then let’s give him a reason to watch."

Encouraged by the thrill, Alex's hand slid up my thigh, fingers trailing like fire over bare skin. He paused, fingertips teasing along the sensitive flesh, grazing the edge of my anticipation. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he discovered what I had deliberately not told him, I was not wearing underwear. There was nothing to separate his touch from my heat. He stroked along my outer lips, light, exploratory, coaxing the softest gasp from my lips before working his way inside. My breath caught, my stomach tightened with the sharp, exquisite sensation, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, swirling the drink in my glass as if nothing was happening. Every nerve in my body was a live wire, the risk only heightening the unbearable pleasure.

The man across from us knew exactly what he was seeing. His eyes flicked to his oblivious partner, then back again, lingering this time. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers tightening around his glass. He shifted slightly in his seat, an attempt at composure that did nothing to hide the way his breathing had changed.

I bit my lip, barely suppressing a moan as Alex’s fingers curled inside me, dragging against that sensitive spot with practiced precision. His other hand rested casually on the table, the perfect image of a man simply enjoying his drink.

I shifted slightly, lifting my hips just enough to allow Alex deeper access, parting my legs wider so there was no doubt what was happening. The sensation was dizzying, my skin hot under the dim glow of the bar’s lights. The man watching was riveted, his eyes fixed, jaw tightening as though he was fighting the urge to react.

Alex leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "He can see everything," he murmured, his fingers working in slow, torturous circles. A shiver ran through me, my fingers tightening around my glass. The thrill of the performance, the undeniable awareness of our silent observer, made me reckless. I arched subtly into Alex’s touch, pushing into his hand, knowing full well the show I was putting on.

"You’re such a wanton little whore," he whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Look at you, spreading yourself like this, putting on a show."

I let out a breathy laugh, shifting my hips into his touch, reveling in his words. "And you’re a depraved fucking sex pest," I murmured back, tilting my head so my lips brushed against his jaw. "Getting off on using me in public, making me squirm while he watches. It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing I’m dripping all over your fingers while another man stares?"

Alex growled softly, his fingers pressing deeper, sending sparks of pleasure tearing through me. "You have no idea."

Across from us, the man shifted in his seat again, he licked his lips, and I saw it, the unspoken hunger, the way he struggled to pretend he wasn’t watching. His partner remained blissfully unaware, chatting about something meaningless, but his attention was entirely on me. 

At the table beside him, a woman glanced in our direction, her brow furrowing slightly before her eyes darted away.

Alex pressed a kiss to my neck, barely more than a graze of his lips, but the intimacy of it paired with his fingers buried deep inside me made it unbearable. "I could make you come right here," he whispered. "Right in front of him. Right in front of everyone."

I inhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling too quickly, my control slipping. The man across from us exhaled slowly, shifting again, adjusting himself beneath the table. He was fighting it, fighting the reaction he couldn’t quite suppress.

I tilted my head toward Alex, my lips grazing his jaw as I breathed, "Do it."

The air around us felt charged, a current of tension running beneath the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The man across from us was transfixed, his fingers drumming absently against the table, betraying just how much he was enjoying the show. I could see it in the way his gaze refused to stray, how his body seemed coiled tight, as though he were barely restraining himself from reacting.

A sudden movement from my peripheral snapped me back to reality. A waitress approached, balancing a tray of drinks in one hand. I exhaled sharply, forcing stillness into my body as Alex’s fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and aching. My heart hammered as I pressed my knees together, smoothing my dress as if that could erase the evidence of what we’d been doing.

The waitress stopped beside our table, her expression polite. Her gaze flicked between us, lingering for just a second too long before she spoke. "Can I get you two anything else?"

Alex grinned, his voice the perfect image of ease. "Just another round, please."

She nodded, but I caught the faintest curve of her lips, a glimmer in her eyes that told me she wasn’t as oblivious as she pretended to be. She knew. She had seen enough to know what was happening, but she remained professional, her demeanor betraying nothing but mild amusement.

"Of course," she said smoothly, jotting something on her notepad before turning away.

We waited for her to return. The aching need growing in me. 

The waitress returned with our drinks, setting them down with a practiced ease. She didn’t linger, but I caught the way her eyes flicked toward me, then Alex, a glimmer of something in her gaze. The faintest hint of a smirk before she turned on her heel and walked away.

We watched her go, my pulse still racing. I felt breathless, the thrill of nearly being caught making me dizzy. Alex’s hand returned to my thigh, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles. "Where were we?" he mused, his tone dripping with amusement.

I turned to face him, eyes smoldering. "Right where you left me, you depraved bastard. Now make up for it."

I was throbbing with need, my entire body burning with the tension of being left on edge. The knowledge that she had seen, that our audience was still rapt, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through me. I wasn’t going to wait any longer.

I needed more. We had agreed that he would finger me but my body burned with an unquenchable hunger, every nerve alight with desperate need. My thighs clenched around his hand. A shudder ran through me. "I need you," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around us. "Now."

Slowly, deliberately, I climbed onto Alex’s lap, facing outward, my back pressing against his chest. His hands found my waist instinctively, steadying me as I shifted, grinding down just enough to feel the thick press of him beneath me. I sighed, making it look innocent, a show of affection rather than the blatant, filthy display it was.

I met the eyes of the man across from us. He had stopped pretending to look elsewhere. His date chattered on, oblivious, but he wasn’t listening to a word she said. His eyes were locked on me, dark with hunger. He knew exactly what he was seeing.

Alex let out a low chuckle, his lips grazing my ear. "You love this, don’t you?" he murmured, his grip tightening on my hips. "Letting him watch while you grind on my cock like the depraved little thing you are."

A whimper slipped from me before I could stop it, but I turned it into a breathy laugh, tipping my head back to rest against his shoulder. "Do you think he can see how wet I am?" I whispered back. "How much I need you inside me?"

Alex groaned softly, his control snapping. One of his hands slid under my dress, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more of my thighs to anyone who cared to look. The man across from us could see it all. His mouth parted slightly, his breath shallow, his arousal obvious despite his best efforts to keep composed. He was entirely enthralled, utterly trapped in the scene unfolding before him.

Then Alex unzipped his trousers, freeing himself, the hard length of him pressing against my slick heat. I gasped, my fingers digging into his forearms. He didn’t rush, savoring the moment, teasing me with shallow strokes as he pushed inside. My entire body trembled as I took him in, stretching around him, my lips parting on a silent gasp.

Across the table, the man swallowed hard. He couldn’t look away. I stared back, making eye contact with him as my husband thrust into me.

The waitress passed by again. She hesitated for the briefest of moments, her gaze flickering toward us. This time, she didn’t smirk. She simply looked, taking it in, then turned and walked away, pretending, so very deliberately, that she hadn’t seen a thing."

I moved in slow, teasing circles against Alex’s lap. Every inch of my body was alight with the electric thrill of it. There was no more subtlety, no more hiding the intent behind feigned affection. We were doing this, fully giving in to the reckless, depraved hunger that had been building between us all night.

Alex controlled my pace with an ease that sent shivers down my spine. He was buried deep inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way, and every slow thrust sent another wave of pleasure rolling through my body. I could feel the restraint in him, the raw need barely leashed beneath his carefully controlled movements. He wanted to take me harder, faster, but the risk, the ever-present danger of being caught, forced him to keep it slow, torturous.

I exhaled shakily, my hands braced against his arms as I rode him, my movements poorly disguised as lazy affection to the casual observer. But the man watching us knew better.

He was transfixed, his entire body rigid with tension, eyes locked onto where my dress had ridden up, leaving me fully exposed to him. His date was still oblivious, sipping her drink, chatting aimlessly, completely unaware of the scene unfolding right behind her. But he was entirely consumed by it, his fingers twitching against the table as if resisting the urge to reach down, to touch himself, to do something to relieve the unbearable arousal we were forcing upon him.

Alex pressed his lips against my ear, his breath ragged. "Let him see everything, knowing he’s getting off on watching you be my desperate little slut."

I moaned softly, just quiet enough to be lost beneath the hum of conversation around us. "You love using me like this, knowing I’m getting off with an audience. That I’m dripping all over your cock while he watches." I whispered back, my fingers trailing up his forearm, nails digging into his skin with every slow, grinding movement of my hips. 

His grip tightened even more, his control fraying, and he thrust up into me, his cock hitting deep, making me tremble. I clamped a hand over my mouth, swallowing down the cry that threatened to escape, my entire body shuddering from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

Across from us, the man exhaled sharply. I watched the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers curled into fists on the table, his body taut with the effort of keeping himself still. He wasn’t just watching, he was living every moment of it through us, lost in the raw, forbidden intimacy of the act.

At another table, a couple exchanged glances, their eyes flicking over to us, their murmured whispers barely audible over the ambient noise of the bar. They weren’t sure if they should believe what they were seeing, but they knew. I caught a glimpse of the woman biting her lip, her eyes dark with something close to fascination, while her partner kept sneaking glances in our direction, torn between disbelief and arousal.

The weight of their eyes, the knowledge that we were no longer being as discreet as we had intended, sent me spiraling even higher. I could feel the tight coil of pleasure winding in my stomach, my entire body trembling with the force of it. Alex must have sensed it, because his hands left my hips, one sliding up to grip the back of my neck, the other disappearing between my legs, his fingers finding that swollen, aching part of me and circling my clit with ruthless precision.

I choked on a gasp, my back arching against him. "Alex!"

"That’s it," he growled, his movements growing more insistent. "Come for me. Let him see what a desperate little thing you are."

I shattered, my entire body locking up as pleasure tore through me in violent, shuddering waves. My vision blurred, my breath caught in my throat, and the intensity of it sent me spiraling beyond control. My walls clenched around his cock, milking him, and his grip on my hips became bruising as he lost himself, too.

A deep, guttural groan ripped from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing, spilling hot cum deep inside me. His entire body tensed, his breath ragged against my neck as he gave in completely, pulsing into me over and over again. I felt every spurt of heat inside me, the shared intimacy of it making me tremble in his arms. My muscles quivered around him, squeezing every last drop from him as I rode out the aftershocks, my thighs trembling violently from the force of my climax.

Across from us, the man watching exhaled sharply, his own breath erratic. His legs pressed together beneath the table, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants, He was trapped in the erotic madness of the moment we had gifted him.

I collapsed against Alex’s chest, my limbs boneless, my heart hammering against my ribs. His hands smoothed over my sweat-dampened skin, as he pressed lazy, possessive kisses to my shoulder. I could still feel him twitching inside me, our combined release pooling where we were still joined. And then, slowly, I lifted myself, feeling the slick warmth begin to seep out of me.

A fresh pulse of arousal shot through me when I realized it was visible. With my dress bunched around my waist, the evidence of what we had just done was unmistakable. The watching man saw. The couple who had been stealing glances at us saw. I could see the woman biting her lip, shifting slightly in her seat, her partner staring in disbelief, yet unable to look away.

Then, the waitress passed by again.

Her eyes flicked down, catching sight of the glistening evidence between my thighs, the unmistakable mess smeared on my inner legs. Her expression remained neutral, perfectly controlled, but I caught the way her breath caught, the faintest flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. And then, with the smoothest motion, she set a stack of napkins on the edge of our table and walked away, saying nothing.

Alex chuckled breathlessly against my skin. "Think she’ll want a tip?"

I laughed softly, still dazed, still floating. "I think she might want more than the tip."