Later that night, you were sitting across from Dan. Everything was quiet as you and your family ate. Brian was sitting next to you, with a neutral expression. You ate your food in silence, actively avoiding Dan’s gaze. He wasn’t shy about staring at you. In fact, he did it quite openly. This wasn’t lost on Brian, but he fought to maintain a pleasant look. “So, Dan, what brings you back to town?” Your father asked, genuinely curious. Your mother looked relieved that someone was attempting friendly conversation. “Oh, just visiting my parents for the holiday,” Dan replied easily, running a hand through his blond hair. You looked at him, taking in the sight of him again. He really was the antithesis of Brian—just barely taller than you, blond hair, dark eyes. When you were dating, you had thought he was pretty fit. But after being with Brian, you looked at him now with a note of disgust. You looked back on how you thought he had ‘pleased’ you. And it paled in comparison to what Brian did to you. And Brian knew that. Right? “Yes, I ran into Dan at the grocery store,” your mom added enthusiastically. She had no idea what kind of storm was brewing in her dining room. Dan smiled at you, a little too friendly. The faintest flicker of a glare moved across Brian’s face. But you kept your gaze fixed on your roast pork. “Yeah, I’m glad I did, too,” Dan responded. “It’s so good to see you again, Y/N,” he added, leaning forward. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you swallowed hard. Brian wasn’t gonna like that. And neither did you, for that matter. You gave him a cold smile, and didn’t answer. “So what have you been up to? Still doing photography?” Dan asked you, leaning forward. Brian’s face was tense, but you patted his knee under the table. It was a small gesture, but one that reassured him. He relaxed slightly, leaning back into his chair. “Um, yeah. I do photography professionally now. But I also do some writing on the side.” “I always thought you should’ve pursued a career in modeling,” Dan suggested. You heard your father’s spoon hit his plate with a clink. Dan’s statement was too bold, and everyone at the table knew it. You could tell Brian was bristling without even having to look at him. “Well, I much prefer to be behind the camera,” you insisted politely. Dan shook his head, grinning. “That’s a shame. Your face deserves to be on the cover of magazines.” Your jaw dropped. Brian inhaled sharply, a muscle twitching in his jaw. You could tell your mother was regretting her decision to invite Dan, and it showed on her face. She struggled to continue the conversation. “So, Dan, how are your parents?” As Dan answered her, you glanced over at Brian. He was staring straight ahead—and he was pissed. His hands were wrapped tightly around his fork and knife, knuckles straining white from tension. You watched those hands as he released his knife, and pulled his hand beneath the table. You had begun to focus your attention on the conversation at hand, listening to the careful and polite words exchanged between your ex and your parents. You had almost managed to forget what had just happened, quietly munching on the home-cooked meal, when Brian quite literally took you by the front of your skirt. You almost choked on your food as Brian’s fingers bunched your skirt up at the apex of your thighs. You looked over at him, almost glaring, but his face was completely placid. The calmness of his expression was betrayed by what his hands were doing under the tablecloth. You cut your pork roast into pieces, trying not to go red in the face. Brian’s had gotten his hand under your skirt in no time, and started to rub at your underwear. You were always wet for him, and today was no different. His fingers moved deftly, pushing aside the thin layer of fabric to get to you. “So, honey, are you still thinking about moving into a bigger apartment?” Your mom looked at you cheerily over her mashed potatoes. You nodded, struggling to maintain a straight face. “Yes, I’ve actually found a nice flat a little closer to work,” you answered. Brian’s fingers were rubbing at you slowly, but with a firm pressure that almost made you buck your hips. Your eyelids flickered as your mom responded, unaware of what was happening under the table. “Oh, how wonderful!” Your parents then struck a conversation with Dan, who was more than happy to oblige. You turned your face ever so slightly to glare at Brian, but he was persistent in his work, massaging your clit in circles. You felt yourself growing even wetter at his touch, staring unintentionally at the stubble on his face. Imagining what that stubble would feel like between your legs. Brian continued eating with his left hand, as his right hand did things to you that made your head spin. You picked up your fork with one hand and kept eating. You had to maintain the façade of innocence. Brian expected you to pull away from his touch. But, to his surprise and satisfaction, you just sat there and took it. And, just as you reached up to keep eating, he felt your free hand rest on top of his between your legs. And you guided his hand in its motions, fingers on top of his. Brian looked at you for the first time after beginning his handsy endeavor, shocked by your returned boldness. But you had decided two could play the game he had started. So you kept eating with a straight face, rubbing yourself with his hand. His fingers curled into you, dragging along the folds of your sensitive skin with deliberation and care. “Y/N, I was actually telling your mom earlier how much fun we had in high school,” Dan spoke across the table. His tone was sickly sweet, and it was enough to send Brian over the edge. He slid a finger into you, pressing his palm to the front of you as he did so. You bit the end of your fork to keep from moaning, but you could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. You pressed yourself into his hand, rolling your hips forward. “Really? I much preferred college,” you retorted. Brian smirked, and quickened his pace a little. College was where you had met him, right after you broke things off with Dan. There was a smug glint in Brian’s eyes as you started to tighten around his finger. He slid in another digit, the one with his ring on it. The cold metal pressed to the inside of you was almost enough to ruin you right there at the table. But you focused on breathing and finishing your meal. You were close to orgasm by the time you cleared your plate. The white hot pressure had built to a breaking point between your hips, and your hands twitched as you patted the corners of your mouth with a napkin. Brian pulled his hand from you as you stood up and your skirt fell back to your knees. You politely showed Dan to the door as your parents cleared off the table. Brian offered to do the dishes, but your mom shooed him away from the sink. So he returned to you just as you pushed the door shut behind Dan. You raised your eyebrows at him, questioning him wordlessly. What was that? He looked at you hungrily, and you could tell he was ready to finish what he started. His mouth was on yours in a split second, capturing you for himself. You responded in kind, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Brian was absolutely ravenous, but you were so worked up from his fingers that you didn’t mind. Dan must really have rubbed him the wrong way; Brian wasn’t the jealous type. But as his stubble scratched your chin, you found yourself wanting possess him, and be possessed by him. His tongue worked against yours, making your head spin. You only pulled away from him when your mom called you into the kitchen for dessert. Brian followed you in, swearing to himself that he’d have your clothes on the floor the moment he got you alone again. And he most certainly did.