Chapter 14
Jacob
What did Pinocchio’s lover say to him?
Lie to me, lie to me!
The metal cage that encases my pork sword is uncomfortable as it strains against it.
Watching Cherry’s face contort in pleasure as my brother ate her bearded clam out under the table was the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve been obsessed with her for months, maybe even a year.
I never thought I would get a chance to take her out, and now that she’s sat next to me, smelling like a cherry amaretto cheesecake, her lips curving into a smile at whatever my brother just said to her.
I need her to be mine.
The others talk around us, but I can barely focus on anything besides her being beside me.
The heat of her arm as it presses into my arm, and a part of me wants to rip off my clothes so I can feel her skin on mine. My hand rests on her thigh, and I take a deep breath, breathing her in, and inch my hand up her silky skin.
Her sharp intake of breath as my fingers graze her lace panties is the only reaction, and I push it a bit further, wanting her to soak the seat below her.
Cherry’s hand digs into my thigh, her nails gripping the fabric of my pants and into my skin as I work her love pearl over. The fabric of her panties has the perfect friction against her nub as I rub over it slowly.
Her fingers tighten briefly, and I feel my pork sword twitch, wanting to get stiff but unable to. I want to feel her hand around it, for my velvety meat to grow rock hard in her hand, and for her to get onto her knees and lick it like a lollipop.
Her head flops to the side, laying on my shoulder, and I hear the small moans coming from her then. She’s loving this, and I can feel how soaked she is as I rub my finger into her nub more.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her legs slamming together as she jerks in her seat.
Her movements are minimal, not enough for the others to notice, but I can feel the way her legs tremble slightly as she tries to stop my hand from rubbing her more.
“One more, my love,” I whisper to her, hooking my foot around her ankle and spreading her legs.
“Please,” she whines.
All conversation around the table stops, and all eyes fixate on her.
“What is he doing to you, Unicorn?” Brad asks her. “Is he making you feel good?”
“Mmmmm.” Is all she manages to croak out as she comes again, her legs tightening like a vice around my hand. All I can think of is how I want her to do that around my face until I can’t breathe.
Luna returns to our area a few moments later, and thankfully, Cherry has composed herself, and there’s no evidence of anything that’s happened here tonight.
“A bottle of tequila?” Brad challenges, his blonde eyebrow raised.
“Fuck it,” Braylen says, “Bring us a bottle, please, Luna.”
“Of course. Let me clear your plates away.” Luna piles the plates on top of each other, balancing them all perfectly on her arm, and twirls out of the room, returning a moment later with the bottle of tequila and five shot glasses. “Enjoy!”
“Shall we?” Macon asks. His shot glass is in his hand and already raised.
“What are we cheering to?” I ask.
Macon’s eyes slide over Cherry, a smirk curving up his face, “How about eating out with a beautiful woman?”
“I can cheer to that,” I say, loving the blush that creeps up her neck from the compliment.
As the glasses clink, we quickly down the clear liquor, feeling the intense burn that causes my eyes to water.
“Fuck, that burns,” Cherry groans, her eyes screwed shut, and her face twists into a grimace.
“A few more, and you won’t feel it anymore,” Brad says, pouring us all another shot without spilling a drop from the bottle.
We shot that, too, and I relish the burn this time.
After a few more, I can feel the alcohol affecting me, feeling bolder with my small touches on Cherry’s skin.
I’m addicted to her already, and I never want to go without her touch again.
I know I’m not much compared to my brother, whose smile is enough even to get a woman's attention. However, I’ve been single for years after my ex broke my heart. I’ve not been able to get a woman to even look twice at me ever since.
Cherry’s hand running up my thigh shakes me from my thoughts, and she has a slight smile on her face as she looks up at me through her eyelashes.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, stroking my hand across her cheek. Her eyelids flutter at my touch, her head tilting into my hand, leaning into my touch, and my stomach swoops. Butterflies take off as her eyes open, and her brilliant green eyes look up at me, and I swear they sparkle in the low light of the restaurant.
“You too,” she says, her neck and cheeks turning pink as a blush spreads across her body from my small compliment. “I mean, you are too. Beautiful, I mean.”
“Thank you, beautiful girl.” I kiss her, her lips move against mine, and I swear, even though the cage around my sword prevents me from getting hard, I swell inside of it painfully.