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It wasn't like Lawrence wasn't hyper aware of how their relationship looked from the outside, but he didn't go out of his way to linger on it. Lydia clearly couldn't care less; she happily hung off him in public, not the least bit bothered by the occasional judgmental looks they get from passersby.
Which she'd been doing from the second he'd gotten off stage. She'd come to the gig straight from work. Still missed half of the set he'd been doing, but he knew she tried. The fact that anyone would rush from something important to catch Lawrence performing was more than enough of a compliment.
"Sorry I couldn't make it any earlier. You looked good up there," Lydia said, her hand coming up to play with the knot of his tie. Lawrence blushed when he caught the bartender raising an eyebrow at them, and Lydia was quick to catch on. She giggled, running a hand over the stubble of his jaw. "What's the matter, Daddy? Men aren't usually embarrassed to have a pretty young thing all over them."
Lawrence swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck, "Lyds, keep it down, geez…" he murmured, leaning into her touch despite himself.
They were snapped out of their shared moment when the headliner Lawrence had opened for walked up to place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, man. I gotta say, you did pretty good out there." The other man smiled, gaze quickly drawing to Lydia. "And who's this?"
Lydia beamed from her spot next to Lawrence, sliding her palm possessively along his thigh under the table as she shook the guy's hand.
"I'm Lydia. His girlfriend," she purred.
Lawrence tried to hide the slight grimace on his face at that. He had asked her to be his girlfriend the last time he freaked out about how it looked when she called herself that and hurt her feelings.
When she leaned back again, the hand on his thigh inched higher, her nails grazing along the seam of his pants, causing him to shift under her touch.
"What can I say, he spoils me," Lydia added, turning to give Lawrence an evil smile as he squirmed more.
The other man just chuckled. After a few more minutes of agonising small talk, none of which Lawrence could focus on over the feeling of Lydia's small, hot hand on his inner thigh, he wished them both goodnight, and Lawrence let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding.
Lydia leaned into his side, resting her head against his chest. "See? He was so impressed," she whispered dramatically, nipping at his earlobe.
Lawrence's pulse thudded, embarrassment and arousal flooding through him as his cock pressed against his zipper almost painfully.
"You're killin' me, kid" he groaned softly.
Just as Lawrence was about to suggest they head back to her place, Lydia jumped up, taking his hand in hers and pulling him up.
"C'mon, follow me."
Lawrence barely had time to protest about needing a minute to cool down before he walked out into the street with an obviously straining erection before Lydia was pulling him towards a staircase near the bar. He could barely keep up with her despite her much smaller legs as she dragged him through the crowd and up the stairs.
It looked like some kind of extra function space, probably for bigger events, but tonight it was empty, the only sounds their heavy breathing and muffled conversation from downstairs.
Before Lawrence could ask her what they were doing up here, Lydia already had him pinned to the wall, pressing her body flush against his.
"I know it turns you on," she teased as her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. A snort of laughter left her as she tugged the tongue through the loop. "This big creepy old guy taking advantage of his sweet little slut."
She giggled at the supposed absurdity of her own words, smiling at him in triumph when Lawrence groaned, throwing his head back against the wall.
"God, Lydia, stop," he whined, as she yanked his zipper down, freeing his thick cock to bob heavily and hard in the cold room.
Lydia looked up at him with a sceptical expression. "Really? Cause I think you like it."
She sank down to her knees in front of him and placed a kiss on the head of his cock. Lawrence's breath hitched, his hands gripping the wall, unsuccessfully looking for something to ground himself on. He looked down at her, their size difference even more stark when she was on her knees. His cock jumped at the visual, her face tilted up, lips parted as she stroked him slowly.
Lydia licked her lips, eyes locked on his. "You like the way you tower over me, don't you? People thinking you're taking advantage of some sweet innocent little thing?" She fluttered her eyelashes dramatically, smirking at the pitiful whine that fell from his lips.
Before he could think of a response, Lydia took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him greedily. Her small jaw stretched wide to accommodate him, hollowing her cheeks as she swallowed him, wrapping her hand around what she couldn't fit.
Lawrence's knees buckled slightly, one hand tangling in her hair as he fought the urge to pull her flush against him. The risk of discovery heightened everything- the muffled voices from downstairs, the cool air of the empty room on his exposed skin.
"Lyds… fuck, someone could come up here," he whispered hoarsely, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped at that revelation, but still thrust shallowly into her mouth.
Lydia pulled off him, strings of spit still connecting her lips to his tip. Standing, she hiked up her skirt, revealing she had no underwear. Lawrence shivered.
"Let them," she purred.
Lydia jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her weight feather-light in his arms despite his skinny frame.
He cradled his hands under her ass and guided his cock into her heat, already slick and swollen. With a shared gasp, she sank down, her walls stretching around his thickness. Their size difference always made it intense, but Lydia always liked this angle. Told him she felt so full when his cock bottomed out inside her.
"Fuck me. I don't wanna walk out of here right. Wanna walk down stairs and have everyone know what we were doing," she gasped against the skin of his neck.
Lawrence groaned, the thought of everyone knowing she was his sending a shot through him, even if he would have preferred it didn't. Lydia's nails dug into his shoulders, snapping him out of his self-loathing train of thought. Lawrence moved slowly at first, her breasts pushing against his torso with each lift, her head thrown back as she rode him.
He pulled her tighter against himself for more leverage, fucking up into her with powerful thrusts, the slap of skin echoing softly. Her pussy clenched around him with each thrust, juices dripping down his balls between them.
"Fuck me, Lawrence, fill my pussy up. It wants everyone to know I'm your little slut," Lydia whispered in his ear, panting as she tilted her head down to bite a mark into his neck.
Lawrence's legs almost gave out beneath him. "Jesus, Lydia, easy…" he said, voice choked.
Lydia could only whine in response at first before finding words. "It's sweet how flustered you get from dirty talk, but I, I know you like it. Can feel your cock twitching."
She ground her clit against his pubic bone, her inner muscles fluttering around him. Lawrence growled, pushing himself deeper, his height allowing him to angle himself perfectly, hitting her G-spot with every thrust as sweat slicked their skin. Lydia muffled her cries against his neck, but when she came, her pussy gushing around him, it was with a yelp that was almost definitely audible downstairs.
The sight of her tiny body convulsing in his arms pushed Lawrence over the edge. "Shit, Lydia-"
He buried himself to the hilt, cum spurting in thick ropes, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft. Panting, he held her close, her legs still locked around him as aftershocks rippled through them both. Finally, he set her down gently, her knees wobbling. Lydia straightened her dress with a wicked grin, looking satisfied with herself.
She reached between them to help him tuck his cock back into his pants, licking her hand when a stray glob of cum dripped onto it. Lawrence whimpered, his spent cock giving one last interested twitch before she tucked him away.
"C'mon. Let's get home before it's too obvious I've got you dripping down my thighs," Lydia said, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling him back toward the stairs.
Lawrence followed behind her in a daze. This girl was gonna be the death of him.