Chapter 24 #2
“Okay.” She shakes herself off. “I think I’ve got that under control, but whenever I feel sad, I will be thinking of that.”
“Glad you’ll be thinking of me.” I wink, and she huffs out a small laugh.
“Okay, before I drink that.” She motions to the shot in front of her. “I need to understand the geese thing.”
“My Yaya had two on her farm when I was growing up. Elvis and Priscilla. They lived in ‘Gooseland’.”
“Of course they did.” She’s practically bouncing in her seat as I reminisce about one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. Dramatic? Maybe, but it will all make sense.
“They used to roam the farm and would literally follow me around with their beady eyes just watching, planning their attack. They loved everyone but me, it seemed.”
“Clever birds.”
“Smart ass.” This time, I reach out and grip her exposed thigh, making her gasp.
Teasing her further, I push the tips of my fingers under the hem of her dress, gently caressing.
“Anyway, they seemed to have it in for me and used to chase me around the garden when I was playing football. Once, Elvis actually grabbed my shirt in his beak and dragged me to the ground. He pecked me so hard, I was covered in bruises for weeks, but my Yaya didn’t believe me that her precious Elvis would do such a thing.
She just laughed as I told her, and to top it off, the fucker came and perched next to her, dropping his head into her lap and stared at me the whole time I was telling her, his cold black eyes testing me. ” I shudder at the memory.
“I literally love that whole story. Were you singing NSYNC while you were training?” She bites her bottom lip to hide her grin.
“They were obviously more of a Backstreet Boys fan.” This time, a laugh does escape her, and I’d happily embarrass myself again and again if I get to see that look on her face.
“I need to know more about your Yaya, as she seems amazing. Elvis and Priscilla, are you kidding me? That’s genius. ”
“So from that story, you got the names and thought that was the best part, not me being chased? You do like me.” I graze my fingers higher up her thigh as her breath catches.
“Watch it, Diaz.” She shifts so my fingers inch higher.
The look she gives me is menacing as she reaches across for the shot.
“I would one hundred percent pay to watch you squeal like a little girl while two geese chased you, and I would be there cheering them on. The names just tickled me.” She takes the shot, and as she places the glass back down, she throws me a heated look.
“Let’s get to some more intimate questions.
” Tugging her lip between her teeth, she hits me with her next question.
“I have never had sex in a public place, I have never kissed a girl, and I’ve had a threesome.
” Her emerald eyes never leave mine and the heat there makes my dick twitch.
I swallow the lump in my throat before I answer, because fuck me.
Moving closer and breathing in her intoxicating fresh scent, my breath skims her neck.
The grip I have on her thigh tightens as my need grows, traveling up my spine and heating every inch of my body.
Nipping her earlobe gently, I answer. “I don’t think you’ve had a threesome.
You don’t share easily.” I kiss her briefly just below her ear, making her visibly shudder.
“And neither do I.” My hand disappears under her dress, and her legs part slightly.
“But I bet you enjoyed the thrill of being fucked in public.” I brush the pad of my thumb along the inside of her perfectly toned thigh, my cock thickens in my jeans, pressing against the fabric.
Joder, how far will she let me take this?
“I bet you’re soaked just thinking about what I could do to you, right here with all these people around us.” Sliding my hand further, I reach the hem of her lace panties. She pins those stunning eyes on me, a challenge in them to keep going.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Her lips are whisper away from mine.
The tips of my fingers brush over her lace-covered pussy.
“You’re drenched.” A moan escapes her, and I use my other hand to cup the nape of her neck.
“You want this? You want me?” She bites her lip, giving me a slight nod.
“What I need you to do is watch that couple over there in red. Do you see them?” She nods as her eyes find the couple I mean.
I noticed her watching them when I came over, and I know exactly why.
They’re dancing so close together, their bodies entwined, looking deep into each other's eyes as they move as one to the sexy beat. Their movements are erotic, and Lily’s breath catches in her throat, her breast heaving as she watches.
“I need you to keep watching them.” Curling my finger under the hem of her panties, I rub her arousal over her swollen nub.
She gasps and turns toward me. “Don’t look at me, look at them.
” My tone is demanding, and she does exactly as I ask, quickly turning her gaze back to the couple who are now passionately kissing while still moving together.
Lily’s hips roll against my fingers, trying to gain that pressure she desperately needs.
I push a finger into her slick heat, and she grips the edge of the table, but she keeps her eyes on the couple.
“Buena chica.” She shivers at my praise.
Her hips continue to rock against my hand, and her arousal coats me as I push a second into her, feeling her walls grip me.
The thought of her pussy doing that to my cock makes me groan.
The music has changed to something sensual, and the couple’s movements become more erotic.
I trail kisses up the column of her neck until I reach her ear, pumping my fingers in and out of her delicious pussy.
“You’re doing so well, Petardo. Keep watching.
” My tone is gruff as I force myself to keep my resolve.
“You love this, don’t you? Are you going to come apart for me right here in front of everyone?
” Her body starts to sag as she grips the table harder, her knuckles turning white, but her gaze doesn’t waver.
“Look at me.” She turns, and the pure lust in her eyes almost does me in.
Using my thumb to add pressure to her clit as she leans towards me, taking my lips in a bruising kiss, she moans into my mouth.
“Give it to me, come, Petardo,” I demand against her lips.
And she does.
She kisses me with so much passion, I fall into the kiss, our tongues gliding over each other as I stroke her through her orgasm, her walls spasming around my fingers and her arousal dripping onto my palm. I can't help the feral groan that escapes me.
Gently, I caress her, enjoying her warmth and the way she shudders. Covering her pussy I tease her one final time, dragging my fingers against the soft fabric of her panties. Keeping my eyes fixed on her lust filled gaze.
Reaching out and taking my hand, she places it back on her thigh, the pads of my thumb circle her heated flesh on instinct. She smiles wickedly over at me, her cheeks slightly flushed and her chest still rising and falling with her exertion. She pours out two shots. “Your turn.”
This woman.