Chapter 12 #2
Sloane grabs her phone and starts to get to work, but I take it from her hands. “Later. We won’t be able to be gone too long, and I want your full attention right now.”
Her mouth falls open, and she re-examines the space. “Here?” she whisper yells.
The corner of my mouth curves up. “Remember our deal, you can’t say no to me.”
I feel like a bastard for still pulling this crap over her, especially after the last few days we’ve had, but I need to be inside of her more than I need to hang on to my self-respect.
Sliding into the booth I pat the table in front of me. “Park that fine ass right here,” I demand.
She looks over her shoulder at the very see-through curtain, but doesn’t disobey me.
Putting my hands on her knees, I slide them up her thighs, and pull them open, giving myself a peek at her lacy panties.
I lick my lips. “You’re going to be a really good girl for me and let me lick this needy pussy.
And you’re going to be very quiet. Unless you want us to get caught.
I don’t have a problem if someone catches me making you come, but I think you will. ”
I press my hand against the center of her chest until she’s lying flat on the table in front of me.
Slipping my hands under the skirt of her dress, I slip her underwear down her thighs.
Lifting them to my face I breathe in the scent of her arousal.
It makes my cock swell painfully against the zipper of my trousers.
I lean over her body, my hands on either side of her head. “I’d love to take my time with you. To have hours to savor every inch of your body, but we don’t have that right now.”
My hands move to her shoulders and slip the straps of her dress down until the bodice is around her waist. Then I pull down the lacy cups of her bra until her breasts are exposed.
Taking a nipple into my mouth, I suck until her nipple is a hard peak before moving on to give equal attention to the other one.
Letting it go with a pop, I continue speaking.
“We don’t have that kind of time right now.
It’s too bad, because I’d love nothing more than to eat you out until you’re screaming my name.
We’ll have to save that for later. I hope you’re ready for me now, because I might die if I don’t get to be inside of you. ”
Reaching under her skirt again I stroke her lips and plunge two fingers inside of her wet heat. She’s soaked, and I can’t wait anymore. I pull my fingers out of her and make sure she’s watching as I slip them into my mouth.
The taste of her makes me moan. Maybe she’s not the one I need to worry about staying quiet. The only difference is I don’t care if someone watches us.
She shivers watching me suck the taste of her off my skin. Her hands reach out for me, and I take them in my hands before she’s able to grab me. Usually I like her hands on me, but right now I need the control she gives me so easily. I stretch her arms above her head.
“Hold on to the table. This is going to be hard and fast. Remember to be quiet.”
She grabs the edge of the table, pushing her lush tits out more. Not able to wait any longer, I work my belt open and quickly unzip my pants. Once I manage to free my cock from the prison of my boxers, I guide it to her opening and thrust into her. The table scoots with a squeak across the floor.
My mouth is on hers, and I consume her. My tongue thrusts into her mouth the way my cock ruts into her pussy. We pant into each other’s mouths.
It doesn’t take long for her to start moaning, even though I know she’s trying hard to be quiet. I swallow every sound she makes, returning them to her with my own muffled grunts.
Words bubble up inside of me. This was supposed to be a dirty fuck to get my body in line, and my mind back on track. I’m not supposed to be wanting to whisper adorations and proclaim my undying devotion, but those sentiments are threatening to spill out of me.
Instead I kiss her with all the passion I almost confess to. When I pull away enough to breathe I see the look of confusion on her face. She doesn’t ask me what is going on though. That isn’t part of our deal, and she either doesn’t want me to say them either, or she’s afraid that I won’t.
Rather than give her the power she could use to cut me, I force out different words. Ones I can see dim the light she was looking at me with seconds ago.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re doing so good taking my cock. Come for me. I want to feel you milk my dick. I’m going to fill you up, then when you’re in bed you’ll feel me inside of you for the rest of the night.”
She starts to groan, and I slam my mouth back on hers, wanting to consume every noise she makes.
I told her that I wouldn’t care if we were caught, but suddenly even the thought of anyone seeing her in the middle of coming makes me want to commit violence.
I’m the only one who has ever been inside of her, ever seen the shade of red her skin turns when she’s aroused, and I will always be the only one.
I might not be giving these thoughts a voice, but they’re still true. She’s mine, and somehow I’m going to find a way to make that shit permanent.