Chapter 18
BIANCA
I’ve seen his dick before, but it’s somehow even bigger than it was the other night at Aces.
Harrison likes the danger, I can tell.
Our first sexual interaction was in front of a dead body, after all.
Now, here we are in the snow-covered courtyard of one of the nicest restaurants in town, and I’m blowing him.
And I’m loving every damned second of it.
He’s almost fully naked, and I still have my dress on.
Something about that power dynamic fuels me as I work my way up and down his cock.
My God, it tastes fantastic.
He’s clean, but there’s still a masculine musk to it, tempered beautifully by the cool March air and the snow surrounding us.
I remove my mouth and stroke his cock for a few minutes. I can tell by the twitches of his abs and the scrunching of his balls that I’m getting him close.
But we’re not even close to being done yet.
I stand back up and kiss him. Pretty soon, he’s cupping my left breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb.
I turn around and he unzips my gown. I shimmy out of it quickly, revealing my light-blue lace bra and matching panties.
I hang my dress next to his shirt on the nearby lantern and before I turn back around to face him, he’s unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall forward.
He immediately takes one nipple into his mouth, swishing his tongue around my areola.
I bite my tongue to keep from crying out.
Meanwhile, his free hand wanders south. He reaches under my panties and slides over the slick folds of my pussy. He teases the slit for a moment, circles my clit, and then finally—finally—inserts a finger.
I let out a silent gasp. He releases my breast and grabs the waistband of my panties with both hands, ripping them in half and leaving me in only my pair of heels.
Those panties weren’t exactly cheap, but I couldn’t give half a damn right now about them. Now that I’m almost completely nude, I take a few steps backward toward the stone bench and lie down.
The coldness of the snow stings for just a moment, but the heat of my body neutralizes it almost immediately. Harrison kicks his slacks and undies off his ankles—he still has his dress shoes and socks on—and climbs on top of me, hovering.
He leans down to my ear, nipping at it like I did in the restaurant ten minutes ago, and whispers huskily, “You’re so damned beautiful, Bianca. Your skin is almost as white as the snow you’re lying on, and your body… I’ve never been with any woman like you before.”
“I’m all yours, Harrison,” I murmur, arching my back.
He takes the cue and, after a few pumps to his dick, he enters me.
The heat of him against the cold of the snow—the extremes are too much for me, and I orgasm the moment his dick brushes my clit. Again, I bite my tongue to avoid crying out.
My climax spurs him on as he pumps into me. He starts slow and steady, but soon accelerates, the whole time rubbing up against my pubic bone in a way that makes me see stars.
I’m no longer on a snowy bench. I’m in a tropical paradise surrounded by palm trees, ocean waves, and fruity beverages. The sun is beating down on me, making me perspire just enough to give me a dewy glow.
And then I’m on the surface of the sun itself, fully enveloped by its heat.
Harrison continues thrusting into me, and soon a second orgasm is stirring.
This time I can’t help it. I cry out as I shatter beneath him.
“Fuck!”
Harrison brings his hand over my mouth.
We both eye the back door that leads to the courtyard, ready to jump off the bench in case someone barrels through.
No one does.
Harrison turns back to me and begins plowing me again. He keeps his hand over my mouth, though, and for good reason. Soon orgasm number three has me in tatters.
Then four.
Five.
I’m not even trying to stifle my moans anymore. Harrison’s hand muffles most of it. But I don’t care if anyone hears me. This is the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Ever.
Harrison thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. “I’m getting close, babe,” he grits out.
I nod. I’m close, too.
Three more thrusts from Harrison, and he releases.
I tumble over the edge once more.
Six is a new record for me.
I lock eyes with him, and I lose a piece of my soul.
In this moment, I know that our lives will remain entwined forever.
And I don’t want it any other way.
Harrison cracks a smile. “The snow.”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, it certainly added a new element.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s gone.”
I sit up and look behind me. Sure enough, all the snow that covered the stone bench is gone, leaving behind a few small puddles.
I stifle a chuckle. “You got me so hot. I’m not even wet from the melted snow.”
“Same here, babe.” He gives me another kiss and then eyes the back door. “We’d better get dressed and back to our table.”
I nod and get to my feet. My sense of balance is a little off after six orgasms, but I steady myself enough to clamber back into my gown. Harrison is also quick to clothe himself. Once he’s rebuttoned his shiny silver shirt, he offers me his arm. “Back inside then?”
“Sounds good to me.” I narrow my eyes. “I’ve certainly worked up an appetite.”
He laughs. “I feel like I had dessert early.”
We walk back inside to see Hans widening his eyes. “Goodness. I was afraid you’d dined and dashed.”
Harrison blinks. “I was showing my date your beautiful courtyard.”
Hans raises an eyebrow but says nothing. “Of course. Would you like to order something for your main course?”
Warmth rushes to my cheeks. I turn to Harrison. “I thought you said that our waiter already asked us about our main course.”
Harrison shrugs. “I must have misunderstood what he said.”
Hans cocks his head. “I never asked about your main course, sir.”
“My lady friend here must have misunderstood me, then.”
I grin. “I must have.”
Harrison looks over his menu. “The blackened sea bass sounded great. Bianca?”
“The same for me, I suppose.” I look at our table. I have two oysters remaining. “Can I get a box for these? Is that a thing for oysters?”
Hans pauses a moment. “Technically yes, but we always recommend you consume the oysters within twelve hours if possible. That’s when they’re at their best.”
“Midnight snack, then,” Harrison says. He polishes off his last oyster.
Hans runs to the kitchen and quickly returns with a small takeout container with the Brassica Rex logo on it. “Here you go. The sea bass orders are on their way.”
I look at my watch. “Can we put in our dessert order now as well? I have to be somewhere else at eight.”
Hans blinks for a few seconds before continuing. “If you’re interested in dessert, here’s a menu.” He plops it down on the table and scurries away.
“I wonder if we’ve overstayed our welcome,” I say.
Harrison shrugs. “I’ll give him a good tip. It can’t be the first time he’s served an obnoxious couple.”
I smirk. “I wouldn’t say we’re obnoxious.”
“Do you know a lot of people who fuck in the restaurant’s back patio in the dead of winter?”
I raise a finger. “First of all, it’s nearly spring.”
He laughs out loud at that. A big belly laugh, one that quiets the tables around us.
I look at the menu. “The Cherries Reverie looks marvelous. It’s a cherry tart topped with salted caramel and…Brassica chips. Any idea what those are?”
“Not the slightest,” Harrison responds. “Feel like taking a chance?”
“With you?” I bounce my eyebrows. “Always.”
Hans returns and we order the Cherries Reverie.
Our plates of sea bass—delicious, but nothing compared to the oysters—come out first, and we’ve barely finished them when the dessert arrives.
The Brassica chips turn out to be fried Brussels sprout leaves.
At first I’m tentative, but then Harrison encourages me to take a bite.
It’s wonderful. The fried leaves add a crunch without taking away from the sweet tartness of the cherries while bringing out the umami flavors of the salted caramel. It’s not long before the tart is gone and Hans has dropped off our final bill.
“I’ll take that.” Harrison grabs his wallet out of his back pocket and slides his credit card into the check presenter. “I hope you enjoyed your dinner.”
“Harrison, it was marvelous. I’ll definitely return. And the tart at the end was a literal cherry on top.”
He grins. “And we got a little exercise in as well.”
My cheeks warm. “I suppose we did.”
Hans stops by and picks up the check. “I hope you enjoyed your time here at Brassica.”
“It was lovely, thank you,” I say. “And I was just telling the gentleman here how much I enjoyed the cherry tart.”
Hans nods. “That’s one of our most popular desserts.”
“My sister loves a good cherry tart. I’ll have to recommend this place to her.”
Hans nods and leaves with the bill in tow.
Harrison turns to me. “This is one of the more exclusive eateries in Chicago. I’m sure your sister has been here a few times.”
I frown. “Well, she gets so bogged down by all the charities she supports. And all the boards of directors she sits on, plus she runs a bunch of other clubs besides Aces. With all those activities scheduled, she doesn’t have a lot of time to dine out.
” I scratch my head. “In fact, come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I saw Rouge eat anything. ”