#throw me

Matt’s hand slips up your dress, causing you to tense your muscles.

“Matt, what are you doing?” You whisper.

“Touching you like a normal boyfriend,” he answers. His hand ventures higher and higher, his first finger brushing up against your clothed clit. You suck in a sharp breath, your grip on your champagne class tightening.

“We’re in public, you know,” you mutter.

“And you smell amazing and I know you look hot as fuck. I can’t appreciate that?” He asks.

You chuckle, “Thank you, honey, but people can see.”

“Yeah, and they’ll get jealous I landed someone as beautiful as you,” he says.

You smile, “I doubt that.”

“If only I could read minds I’d prove me wrong,” he mumbles.

You put your hand on his chest, planting a kiss to his jaw. “Why don’t we ditch this party and you can prove me wrong in our dorm?”