Chapter Six
“Y ou want to go upstairs? There’s a heated rooftop bar. Or if there’s something else you’d like to do, tell me.” Chris gets up from the table and holds his hand out for me.
When I reach for it, he pulls me to my feet and into his arms, and I love how good it feels to be pressed up against him. He runs his hands down my back, gently stopping just shy of my ass and I’d give anything to feel his hands there right now, but he moves them back up and laces our fingers. “Upstairs is fine, but I don’t really party that much.”
“Just at weddings.” He winks and I shake my head as we walk away from the table.
We are making our way through the restaurant when a thought hits me. “Wait…did we pay?”
“You think I’m making you dine and ditch on our second date? That’s more like third or fourth date activities, don’t you think?”
I smack his arm, “I’m not saying that, I just thought maybe you forgot or…” I wince, realizing he probably already handled it without me seeing.
“They have my card on file. They just send me the receipt at the end of the night,” he informs me as we enter the elevator.
We still haven’t kissed again and I can feel the hum between my legs getting stronger with every elevator ride. When we exit the elevator, the rooftop is empty save for one table in the corner with another couple.
“There’s no one up here? Seems like it would be busier?”I ask as I look around, confused.
“It’s only open to VIPs on Fridays,” he says. “You need a special code to access it.”
“Oh.” I nod. “Why only VIPs?”
“Gives people privacy. Sometimes celebrities come up here. They don’t like you taking pictures or using your phone at all really.”
He guides me to an area that’s blocked off by larger plants and lights and it feels like we are completely alone. There are two chairs and a small loveseat and he shocks me by sitting in one of the chairs instead of the couch. My eyes dart between the options before I take a couple of steps to stand in front of him. He raises an eyebrow at me before he spreads his legs slightly and I slide onto his lap.
“I was hoping you’d choose this seat.”
“It’s just preventative,” I tell him. “In case, I get cold and need your body heat.”
“Oh well, I could just give you my jacket.” He leans up slightly and starts to slide it off. “Or if there’s another way I can warm you up”—he’s moved us so my legs are draped over his lap putting us at eye level. He leans closer so our lips are almost touching— “you’ll have to tell me.”
Movement in my periphery pulls my eyes from his in time to see a man setting down two glasses of champagne and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries before disappearing. “Did we order that?”
“They just bring it by. Do you want something else?”
I look at the table in front of us and turn back to him. “Maybe something else.”
“Oh? Tell me what it is. Whatever you want.” My eyes drop to his lips and then back up to his eyes before scanning over his jaw, nose, and cheekbones and then returning to stare into his piercing blue eyes.
“Touch me.” I bite my bottom lip for emphasis and I feel his dick twitch beneath me. “Reach your hand between my legs and touch me.”
He leans away from me, resting his back against the chair, and scratches his jaw. “Are you wet?” I nod. “Since when?”
I open my mouth, not sure of what to say before I go for the sexiest answer I can think of. “Since you picked me up from my house.”
He winces and shakes his head before sucking his teeth. “Well, I’ve been walking around permanently erect since you showed up in my office on Monday, so I think I win.”
“I didn’t realize we were competing but okay, what do you want?” I am more than aware I didn’t give him a blowjob that night, so I already know that’s probably high on his list of priorities this weekend. Fine by me. I regretted not sucking that perfect dick in my mouth every night for weeks.
“I want another taste.”
Fuck yes, me too. His mouth was insane and I liked that he seemed obsessed with putting it on my cunt. “Okay.” I nod. “Should we go?”
He shakes his head before he lifts me up, holding me in his arms, before sitting me where he was seated in the chair allowing him to kneel in front of me. “Here!?” I whisper-shout and he chuckles.
He raises an eyebrow before he parts my legs gently. “No one is going to see anything even if they happen to come around, but they won’t. They’ve already brought us our drinks.”
“Chris, you can’t be serious.”
“We’re talking about my tongue in your cunt, trust me I am very serious.” My eyes dart around, and no one is even within our line of sight but still! “Listen if someone were to walk by, all they would see is my head between your legs.”
“Uhh ya, kind of the point?”
“I’m saying, they wouldn’t see any part of you.” He shrugs as he drags his hands up my thighs. “Tell me I can.”
I let out a shaky breath, shocked that I’m even considering this as I let my eyes once again scan the perimeter of the essentially empty rooftop. “Be fast.”
He gives me a deadpan look. “I’ll be down here all night if you let me.”
He reaches his hand fully under my dress and skims a digit slowly down my pussy, pressing it slightly into the seam through my panties. “Has anyone been here since I was?”
“Would it matter if someone had been?”
He swallows, like he’s thinking about it before he shakes his head. “No.”
I think about toying with him, trying to make him jealous at the thought that someone had touched me, but ultimately, I go with the truth. “No. You’re the last man that’s been there.” I shake my head.
His nostrils flare and he pushes my panties inside of me a little harder, rubbing his finger over my clit. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You’re twenty-one and gorgeous and funny as hell. Smart. A ballbuster. Guys must be banging down your door to get to you.”
His eyes meet mine and I squirm under the intensity of his gaze and his finger on my clit. “I don’t tell guys where I live,” I say simply although I know there’s a lot of meaning behind my words given that he’s already been to my house.
He grits his teeth before he moves up my body and stares into my eyes. “I hope you know I’m not letting you go. So, get good and comfortable with having me around because I’m not going anywhere.”
His words are like a shock to my entire system and my heart flutters in my chest like it’s trying to jump out of it and into his hands. I lean forward slightly, pressing my lips to his gently. I just want to seal what he said with a kiss. A kiss that I hope tells him I’m on board with the idea of being stuck with him for a while or maybe even forever, but he deepens it, sliding his tongue into my mouth and removing his hand from between my legs to cup my face. I don’t know how long we kiss, me in the chair and him on his knees in front of me as our mouths reconnect for the first time in months, but I know that I have never felt happier than I do at this moment.
When he finally pulls back, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and a smile tugs at his lips as he slides my dress up revealing the apex of my thighs to him. He leans closer and there’s no way that anyone passing by could see anything. He pushes my panties to the side, reminiscent of the first time he did this and a cocky grin finds his face. He’s still staring at my bare wet pussy when he asks, “Did you get waxed for this trip?”
“Maybe.” I squirm under his lustful gaze. His eyes meet mine and I roll my eyes. “Don’t give me a hard time for being prepared! Did you bring condoms?”
“Obviously,” he says, “but I hope you won’t make us use them.” I’ve never gone bare with anyone. Even us fooling around without one briefly that night was something I’d never done before. “You can think about it; you don’t have to make a decision now. And if you prefer that I put one on, I don’t care. I want you, however you’ll take me.”
I think I believe him. I don’t think this will be the last time we have this conversation, but at this moment, I don’t think he’ll pressure me about it.
“I…I’m on birth control.”
A smile pulls at his lips as his mouth descends down my body and between my legs. He pulls me closer to the edge of the chair, lifting my legs slightly before his mouth presses against my pussy in a hot open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts out instantly sliding through the lips of my sex and swirling it around before it touches my clit lightly like he’s not sure he wants to touch it yet. I let out a whimper and then a sigh when he moves to my opening, sawing in and out of me so slowly.
Better than I remembered, I think. I’m wound the fuck up and fairly certain I’m already close to coming when I hear the clink of his belt.
Oh my god, is he going to try and fuck me here?! The thought arouses and excites and terrifies me, and I guess we can add this to the ever-growing list of things I’m doing with Christopher Holt that I’ve never done. I expect him to move off my cunt, but he continues, lapping at my clit like I’m a cone of ice cream and he doesn’t want to waste a drop. He holds one hand in front of my face. “Spit.”
I gasp out of lust and shock because I feel pretty wet already but I do as he says and I watch as he pulls away from my pussy for a second to spit in it also before he’s back to fucking me with his mouth. Instantly, his breathing gets heavier and I can feel it against my wet flesh. “What…are…you doing?” I manage between rapid breaths.
“Eating your pussy gets my dick so hard. It’s never been like this with anyone but you.”
“Are you…oh god!” I moan when he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Masturbating?”
“Yes, and I’m going to fucking come.”
“Because of…the way I taste?”
“And feel.” He grunts. “Softest fucking pussy.” The crassness of his words washes over me. He slows his strokes and I feel myself nearing the edge. I drop both of my hands to the back of his head, keeping him where I want him as I rock my hips against his mouth. Fuck I want him. Bad.
“Chris, oh my god.”
“Good girl. You remembered.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I fucking lose it. At the peak of my orgasm, I remember where we are and slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of me going over the edge. I hear a low groan somewhere in the distance and I hope that means that Chris has come too.
I drop my eyes to him just as he plants a final kiss to my cunt causing me to tremble, and when he pulls away a string of his spit and my cum connects his mouth to me before it breaks.
I grab his slick jaw, rubbing my thumb across his bottom lip, smearing my wetness into his skin. “You look good on your knees in front of me.” I lean forward and run my tongue across his lips. “But I’ll bet I look better.”