Chapter 52 #2
"You're welcome. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to take your order."
"Sounds great." He looks over at me. "Are you issuing me another challenge?"
"No. I'm not issuing you another challenge, but I know you, Remington. There's no way you're going to do that. You are kind of stiff."
"I should be offended by that," he says, sitting back. "What does that mean?"
"I mean, you're the sort of guy who takes propriety very seriously. You are not about to..."
I watch as he drops his napkin on the floor. "Oops," he says as he bends down to pick it up. He sits back up straight. "What were you saying?"
"I was just saying that you're not going to go under the table and go down on me."
"You know many things don't you, Juniper Hardman?"
"Yes, I do. I know that two plus two is four. I know that the colors of the rainbow are ROY G. BIV. I know that the first two elements of the periodic table are hydrogen and helium."
"Enough," he says. “We’re not in class, and I'm not Canyon.”
"What does Canyon have to do with this?"
"She'd appreciate you being a teacher. I only appreciate you being a teacher in bed."
“What does that mean?"
"It means I like to role play, and I'd love to be..." He pauses. "Maybe I should back up. I don't want to make myself any harder than I already am."
"Exactly," I say. "You do not want to do that because who knows when you'll next be able to relieve yourself."
He stares at me for a couple of seconds and grabs my hand. "You're telling me if I asked you to go with me to the restroom right now, get on your knees and give me a blowjob, you wouldn't?"
"No, I would not," I say. "Definitely not."
"What? Even if I begged you?"
"I don't care if you begged me in a million different languages, Remington. There's no way I would go with you to the bathroom right now and give you a blowjob."
He grins. "What if I challenge you?"
"What do you mean, if you challenge me? I'm not accepting the challenge."
“What if I said I would give you a hundred bucks?"
I burst out laughing then. "I might be broke, but I'm not going to give you a blowjob for a hundred bucks."
"A thousand?" he says.
"Nope."
"10,000?"
"No."
“What if I offered you a million dollars for a blowjob in the bathroom?"
"Then I'd call you foolish and tell you that you're going to be broker than broke very quickly because I'd be willing to give you a blowjob for free in the comfort of your own home."
He gasps as his eyes widen. "Are you serious?"
"I mean, if you're going to go down on me, I don't mind going down on you," I say, licking my lips, my heart thudding. My panties are wetter than they've ever been, and I don't know what's come over me.
"So, you’re saying that we should forget the food, go to your place, and do some sixty-nine?" He winks at me.
"I already told you that I need to eat first. I'll decide if I'm ready for sixty-nine after I see if you're any good with that tongue."
"You still don't believe me, huh?"
"I need to see it to believe it." I grin at him.
"Okay. One second."
"One second what?"
Before I know what's happening, he's crawled under the table. He's such a joker, I think to myself, giggling, but then I feel his hands on my sweatpants. I look around and lift up the tablecloth. "Get out from under the table, Remington," I hiss at him.
He winks at me. "But I think you said I wouldn't."
"Remington." I quickly drop the tablecloth as June comes back.
"Oh, where did he go?" She looks around.
"I think he went to the restroom," I say quickly.
She smiles and nods. "Okay, I'll be back in five minutes."
"Sounds good." I shift on the chair as I feel his fingers on my sweatpants, pulling them down.
I can feel that my panties are going down, as well, and I gasp.
Oh my God, what is he doing? I look at the table to my left and to my right, and thankfully, they're not paying any attention to me.
I'm about to lift the tablecloth again when I feel something warm between my legs, spreading them apart.
Oh my gosh, I think. Soon, I realize that it's not his tongue but his fingers.
He's grabbing me now, trying to push me further down the chair, but I grab the side so that I don't move.
He rubs gently between my legs, and I moan lightly, and then because I know that Remington has a point to prove, I kick him lightly.
I hear a thud as his head hits the top of the table, and I grin.
I kick him one more time and hear a loud groan.
I lift the tablecloth. "Get out from under there right now.” I stare at him.
He just grins at me, but thankfully, he gets back from up under the table and takes a seat.
I shift quickly and pull up my sweatpants and panties and hope no one has noticed.
“What the hell do you think you were doing?” I say.
“I was trying to go down on you and give you the orgasm of your life, but you didn’t let me.”
“Remington, we’re in a public place.”
“And?" he says.
"You can't."
"I think I'm not the one who cares about propriety, Juniper. I think it's you."
"I just don't even know what to say right now. You're crazy."
"Crazy about wanting to please you maybe." He winks at me. "Seriously, though. I want to be able to look into your eyes when you scream my name.”
I swallow hard. "Well, you might be looking into my eyes for a long time because I very much doubt I'll be screaming your name."
"Oh, you want to bet?" he asks.
"Bet what?"
"You want to bet that I'll have you screaming my name?"
"I will not be screaming your name. Trust me."
"Okay," he says, leaning back and sipping his water. "Let's see."
"We can see whatever you want, but I can guarantee you that that is just not going to happen."
"Okay." He leans forward. "I want to bet you one hundred dollars that within twenty-four hours I will have you screaming and begging me to take you."
I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "That is definitely not going to happen."
He smirks then and runs his fingers through his thick, silky hair. I watch his handsome face as he studies me. "I'm just telling you right now, Juniper Hardman, that you made me do it."
"I made you do what?"
"You'll see," he says. "But when you issue a challenge like that to me, I can't back down. I'm a virile man, and I know what I want, and I want you. And darling, I know that you want me."
"I already told you that you can go down on me. Just don't expect any theatrics."
He starts chuckling then. "Oh, trust me, darling. You're going to think you're Meryl Streep by the time the night is over."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you're going to be screaming and shouting all night long. You're going to be begging me to do things you've never even heard of."
I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "Okay, you're on. One hundred bucks, Mr. Parker. Let's see who the big winner of the night will be."