35. Christian
christian
Isipped my wine while watching Sage from across the table in the dimly lit restaurant. She was trying so hard to hold it together. Panting through her nose while she gripped the edge of the table.
“Having fun over there?” I asked, setting my glass down to cut my steak.
She hummed. “This place is nice,” she gritted out.
I’d driven us out toward Thomas Rock where an old grist mill had recently been converted into a restaurant and tap house.
Thomas Rock was known for hiking trails and trail rides.
There were a few ranches sprawled around it and one of the ranch owners had turned the abandoned mill into an upscale restaurant, even bringing in a Michelin star chef to showcase local ingredients and local beers and wines.
“I like the industrial touches,” she commented, but her eyes were boring into mine, not even looking at the exposed beams and pipes.
“I thought you might like it. How’s your chicken?”
“Good.”
She’d barely touched it, so I stuffed my hand in the pocket to press the button. She hissed through her gritted teeth, her eyes slamming shut.
“Oh shit, sorry. I meant to turn it off.”
She relaxed, her chest heaving.
“Eat your dinner.”
“Thank you for the break.” She cut a piece of chicken, chewing it slowly as she continued to catch her breath.
“Thank you for finally agreeing to go on a date with me.” I raised my wine glass and we clinked our glasses together.
“Took us having a fake relationship and accidentally getting married in Vegas, but I’m glad you didn’t stop asking me.” She smiled over the rim of her glass before taking a sip.
I smiled back. “You made me put in the work and you deserved every ounce of that effort. So, no regrets then?”
She laughed softly. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m happy we’re here now.”
“Being married to me isn’t too bad, huh?” I asked, tempted to click the remote, but instead taking a bite of mashed potatoes.
“It has its perks.” Her toe ran up the inside of my calf.
“Are you flirting with me, Mrs. Riggs?”
Her lips tipped. “So perceptive of you, husband.”
My own smile grew. “I like you calling me that.”
“Husband,” she teased.
I feigned a shudder. “Oh, I like that.”
She giggled. Making her laugh was probably one of my favorite things in the entire world.
“How about some dessert?” I asked her, picking up the drink and dessert menu that was left at the table.
“Are you going to spoil me, husband?”
I grinned at her. “As long as you let me.” I motioned for the server to come over, ordering us the chocolate soufflé to share and another glass of wine for Sage.
The server returned with a glass of wine and the soufflé. I waited until she took her first bite, moaning around the fork. My cock throbbed.
“Is that good?” I asked, sticking my hand back in my pocket.
“So … good …” She sucked in a breath, swallowing her bite and setting down the fork.
I nodded toward her fork. “Go ahead and eat.” I lowered my voice as I picked up my own fork to try a bite. “Taste how good it is while you feel how good this is.”
I took a bite and the rich, creamy chocolate coated my tongue. “Damn, that’s good.”
She huffed a laugh. She was trying so hard to focus while she took another bite and squirmed in her seat.
“What’s wrong, baby? So good you can’t speak?”
“Fuck. You,” she gritted out on jagged breaths.
I chuckled. “Are you asking or commanding?”
She shook her head, her eyes rolling as she took another bite. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste and the vibrations.
Her breath was coming quicker now and I could tell she was on edge. Glancing around the crowded restaurant, pride swelled in my chest, knowing my girl was getting off in front of everyone and they had no idea.
“Can—can we get the check?” she asked.
I smiled, clicking off the vibrator. “Sure, baby. Are you done with your dessert?”
She took a gulp of her wine as if to fortify her, her eyes smoldering when they landed on me. “Not nearly.”
A thrill of excitement shot through me, wondering what she had in mind. I raised my hand. “Check please.”
Holding hands, we walked out of the restaurant to the truck, her heels clicking on the snow-cleared pavement of the parking lot.
I walked her to the passenger side door, opening it for her.
She stepped up on the running board, stopping to look down at me, her eyes were hooded and her breath puffed into the air.
The dark waves of her hair blew softly in the cold, winter breeze.
I took a step toward her, my hand going to her knee where the slit ran up her leg.
Her breath stuttered as I ran my hand up the back, my fingertips brushing her inner thigh.
“Christian,” she breathed. “My panties are soaked. Take them off me.”
The air froze in my lungs, tightening my chest. My dick ached. I took a step closer to her, my hands going under her dress, not even caring if anyone walked by us, as I slipped them down her legs. They were drenched and I could smell the sweetness of her cum.
“Are you aching like I am?” I asked, pocketing the panties and running my hand again up her leg until my fingers could brush her ever so lightly. I dipped my head running my tongue up her exposed thigh and over that pretty floral tattoo of hers.
Her hand went to my hair and I glanced up at her, a smile growing on my face seeing her lips part on a breath. “Aching,” she whispered.
I dropped a kiss to her hip before pulling away. “Get in the truck, baby.”
She obeyed, climbing into her seat, and I reached over to buckle her in and make sure she was safe.
I adjusted my pants as I made my way around the hood of the vehicle to climb into my seat, but as soon as I closed the door, Sage was unbuckling and climbing over the center console to get in my lap.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, taking the cue and immediately pushing the seat back to accommodate both of us so her back wasn’t pushed against the steering wheel.
Her hands were in my hair as she straddled me, her bare pussy now rubbing against my erection. “I don’t think I can wait. You teased me all through dinner.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked, my eyes dropping to her mouth inches from mine. Those fucking ruby lips that tormented me on a daily basis and hadn’t been on mine since last summer.
She smirked. “And you did so good, rodeo star.”
Her hand dove between us, going to undo my belt. I stopped her. “Anyone can walk by here.”
“I don’t care.” She leaned into me, her nose skimming my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Do you?”
“Honestly?” I considered. “No, no, I don’t. I just—” I gasped as her lips made contact with my pulse point. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
She pulled back, her hands going to my shoulders. “Christian. I’m comfortable with you, no matter where we are. You just turned me on in the middle of a restaurant and you don’t think I’m comfortable fucking you in your truck in a dark parking lot?”
“Wha-what?” I stammered. “Fuck.”
Her smile reached her eyes as she returned to opening my pants. “I knew no boxers would be a good idea,” she said. I sucked in a breath as she stroked her hand from root to tip.
“Fuuuuuck,” I ground out.
She continued to stroke my cock, her head bowed as she watched a pearl of pre-cum rise to the tip, her thumb spreading it. “Are you clean?” she asked.
“Um, yes. Yes.” I could barely think. “I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.”
Her eyes flicked back up to me, softening. “Me neither,” she confided. “Not since …”
She trailed off. I knew who she was going to say, but he had no place here in this moment.
“It’s okay, baby. I know.”
“I’ve been checked since then. I’m clean and have an IUD.”
My breathing was becoming shallow now, our breaths mingling in the freezing air between us.
I nodded slowly, my eyes dropping to her mouth again.
God, I wanted to kiss her, but I wouldn’t cross that boundary.
She’d been adamant about that one. It was up to her to take the lead and I’d follow her where she was willing to go.
I shimmied my pants down to give her more access.
Still gripping my cock, she stroked it up and down.
I held my breath while she stroked my tip along her slit.
“That feels so fucking good,” I told her, encouraging her, as she let it rub through her wetness, spreading it up to her clit and back again.
Her hips rolled, rubbing herself along my length. My cock glistened with her in the moonlight.
“You feel so fucking good, Sage,” I told her, my thighs flexing beneath her, desperate to thrust, but I wouldn’t take it there. Not yet. “So wet.”
“This. This,” she was saying, her head raising again to look at me. Her whiskey eyes seemed to penetrate through me in the dark. “This is what I need. You.” She ground against me again, my tip brushing against her clit.
My chest tightened at that. “I’ve always needed you, wanted you.” I told her, assuring her I felt the same.
She lifted her hips, sliding her pussy over my cock. Our breaths were coming fast now, mingling in the frosty air.
“Fuck, Sage.”
She sat up straight, throwing her hair back over her shoulders.
“God, you’re so hot.”
She smiled, her face glowing in the moonlight as the rock of her hips quickened. I couldn’t help but thrust against her now.
“Why are you so fucking beautiful?”
She giggled and I felt it in my cock. My balls tightened, desperate for release, needing to be inside her.
“This is embarrassing, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to come before you even get close,” I told her, gripping her hips harder to still her.
Her hand went out to my cheek, brushing her fingertips along my jaw until they wrapped around my neck. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes as her fingers tightened around my throat.
My brows pinched. “Star fire?”
She raised her hips again, gliding my cock through her slit until I was notched right at her entrance.
This time she went still, leaning toward me until she was a mere inch from my mouth.
Our eyes were staring deep into each other, her breath dancing over my lips as my own came out in thick pants. Holy fuck, was she going to kiss me?
The distance continued to disappear until her mouth brushed mine. “Now you know how I felt all night as you teased me.”
She released my throat. I sucked in a deep breath, groaning as she lifted herself off me.
“Sage, what are you doing?” I reached for her, but she climbed back over to the passenger seat. “We were so close.”
She straightened her dress, lifting it so it gathered around her waist before she buckled. “I don’t want to stain my new dress,” she explained.
I huffed a laugh. “I’m jealous of my fucking leather seats.”
“Then you better drive. And hurry,” she said with a teasing smirk.
I laughed, shaking my head, turning the ignition. “Fucking shit, Sage Pardy is a vixen who’s bound to kill me.” My heart thumped, anxious to get us home so I could show her exactly what she did to me.