There were times when Viserys was too impatient to wait to touch her — days at school where he pressed her into a corner, sliding his hands up her skirt and into her panties, fingering her roughly and covering her mouth with one hand. She could hear others walking just outside the door — and Viserys laughed softly in her ear, biting at the shell lightly, three fingers inside her and rocking in and out fast.
“Careful,” He whispered, keeping his hand over her mouth as his fingers crooked inside her. “If someone hears you, they might see…”
She should have been ashamed that his words made her come, that her insides clamped down around his fingers and left them dripping wet at the thought someone might have seen them.