Chapter 17
Emma
Rafi insisted on taking me out on a date tonight, since we both had the night free. We're at the same place as our disastrous first date, Viola, but he tells me it's because he needs to make sure we make newer, better memories. I kind of like that our first date was so bad, I think it makes us more authentic. Not everything has been perfect, and that's more honest. Plus, it's kind of funny.
What I now understand, and didn't at our first visit, is that the owners of this restaurant sponsor him. So maybe he was showing off trying to take me to fancy dinner, but also it's one of the few restaurants he knows in the area, and feels comfortable here.
He requests a booth at the back of the restaurant, one that's very private. We can still see the rest of the dining room but the way it curves and with all the plants around it, it's fairly hidden. I appreciate that so we hopefully won't get interrupted a dozen times like we did on our last visit, even if that last table had a beautiful ocean view and is apparently a VIP table.
Rafi still orders the healthiest thing on the menu, but I get it now, how strict he has to be, so I'm not judging him for it. I still order probably the least healthy thing on the menu, but he doesn't judge me much for that either. Although I have had to endure more than one tirade about my gluten intake from him.
"So, what's with that endorsement deal? Why don't you want to take it?" I ask him. We never talked about his phone call from the other morning, aside from discussing the pros and cons of under the table blow jobs. Pro, it's sneaky. Con, not a lot of room to work with. Not my favorite.
He sips his water then sets the glass down before answering. "It's not that I don't want to take it. It's just a slippery slope. I don't want to become more distracted by money gigs like that and take away from my fights. I make good money fighting, and if I play my cards right, we'll be set for life."
I don't miss the fact that he said 'we' but for now, I don't comment.
"Kind of like the winning thing?"
"Yeah, exactly. I love to fight. Winning is a nice bonus. Same thing as the deals. I just don't want to make the wrong choice too early in my career."
"I get it. And I think it's awesome you're being so cautious and not just taking whatever money they throw at you."
I order dessert, obviously. After the small piece of cake is dropped off, Rafi's hand grips my knee. We're sitting together at the middle of the rounded bench, but it's the first time he's touched me like this all night.
My chocolate filled fork pauses when his hand squeezes my thigh, slowly dragging his fingers up underneath my sundress.
"Have I told you how much I love your knee socks?" He asks, watching me from the corner of his eye, without turning his head. Anyone who happened to look over here would assume we were just having a normal conversation. That his hand wasn't sliding higher, and higher…
I put the chocolate in my mouth and savor it, slowly, before grabbing another bite. I was doing fine all dinner, but one suggestive move from him and I lose all sense of decorum. He notices immediately when his two fingers slip underneath the fabric of my underwear. I'm dripping wet and swallow heavily when his fingers tease over my clit. It takes everything in me not to shake.
"I really like them. I think you should wear them more. Dresses and knee-high socks. Then again, you could wear jeans and a t-shirt every day and still, all I'd think about is fucking you." His voice is even and steady.
He slowly circles my clit with his finger and I don't mean to but I moan. I quickly glance around us, but no one's looking this way, so I quickly stuff another bite of chocolate in my mouth so I can pretend to enjoy the dessert. He's still not watching me, he even has his other hand on the table, leaning forward, relaxed as could be.
If anyone knew what was happening with his other hand we'd likely be arrested. I take another bite of chocolate cake.
My breath hitches as his circling movements increase, and he deepens the pressure. I've dropped the propriety and am leaning forward, cake abandoned, enjoying every second, when suddenly, his hand slips out.
I quickly scan around us, thinking maybe we got caught, but no, there's no one. My mouth ajar, I gawk at him and finally he turns toward me.
"Did I tell you I had my own fantasy today when I thought about bringing you here?"
My lips part in excitement.
"You looked so fuckin’ tasty, I couldn't keep my hands off you. But I realized once I started touching you, that it wasn't enough. I needed to be inside you. So I dropped cash on the table and dragged you out of here. You're desperate and needy, can barely walk straight or think straight. You follow me out and I take you to my truck and fuck you fast and hard, right there where anyone could walk by."
I bite my lip, needing all of that to happen. He doesn't smile when he digs a couple of hundreds out of his wallet and drops them on the table. He still doesn't smile when he stands up, pauses, and lifts his fingers that were inside me to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Walking around the table, he reaches for my hand, helping me out of the bench.
He's right, I'm desperate and needy and can barely walk straight. I hear some people whisper his name as we pass, his fame proceeding him. He grips my hand tightly as we make our way outside into the cool night. I follow him down the steps toward his truck, parked at the edge of the lot near the trees. When we got here I had a fleeting thought that it was unusual we parked so far from the entrance. Now I realize he planned this.
My core is on fire, every touch sending shocks through my system. He opens the back door to the cab of his truck and I hurry and climb in. He places his hand on my ass and pushes me up into the back seat and slams the door closed behind us.
Rafi sits down at the center of the back seat of his truck and starts unbuckling his jeans, wasting no time pulling out his steel cock.
"Ride me," he demands and he helps me climb on to straddle him.
I move my underwear out of the way, not bothering to pull them off but he stops me, lifting my dress and tears them off of me.
"Damn that was hot," I whisper. I climb further onto his lap, settling my legs on either side of his, when he grabs my ass firmly and we both slam my body down onto his cock, impaling me.
"Aah!" I cry out and he grunts.
"Ride me, Emma," he squeezes my ass, lifting my body and slamming me down, again and again.
I start fucking him, lifting my hips and bouncing on his lap, rolling into him with all my effort. I've never had sex in a car, I've never even had sex seated before, and this position is so deep, so intense. The angle of his cock, the way he fits, pulling in and out of me, hitting every part of my core, rubbing along my clit, it's perfect. I love seated sex.
"Oh god, Rafi, fuck, yes! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I'm not going to last in this position and the heightened excitement of being in public, where we can get caught pushes me even further over the edge.
Chasing the orgasm, blinding light explodes behind my eyes as I bounce uncontrollably on his lap.
"I'm with you, baby, I'm coming!" He grunts and pulls my hips closer, pushing himself deeper inside me. "Fuuuuck!"
We both slow and I shake slightly as I come down. I start giggling and he pulls back, a warm smile on his face. He reaches forward and kisses my lips.
"We should probably jet before someone comes to investigate the rocking truck," he says lightly, making me laugh more.
I climb off him, "I'm sorry. We made a mess." I realize, looking down at his jeans. When I moved, both of our fluids dripped out of me, onto his lap.
"Worth it," he says, helping me climb from the back seat into the front, squeezing his much larger frame in after me.
Rafi drives us back to my apartment and I wonder if this is what our lives together will always look like.