I used the thumb of my free hand to rub along the fullness of her bottom lip before dipping it inside. “Suck.” She held my eyes with hers as she drew the digit into her mouth. I didn’t flinch when she used her teeth on me, just raised my brow at her as I held her nape more securely. She got the message and her face reddened as she used her tongue to tease the pad of my thumb, before sucking the whole thing into her warm mouth.
My cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum in my shorts. I forgot all about our audience; could no longer hear the strains of the music and chatter that filled the air. I lifted her head with the hand at her nape and pulled my finger from her mouth, only to replace it with my tongue.
I pulled her into my chest and pressed my cock into her slit, lifting one side of her dress high on her hip so that I could feel the heat of her pussy against my slacks. Ensconced in the darkness as we were, I was sure no one could see just what I was doing to her when I let my hand slip down her thigh and up under her dress.
Her pussy was wet as was evident by the dampness in the crotch of her panties. I rubbed her lightly, teasingly, until she tried to climb my thigh. I slipped my finger beneath the leg of her panties until I touched her heated pussy for the first time with no barrier between us.
“Fuck my fingers.” I slid two just inside her cunt and felt her juices as they ran, making it easier for my fingers to slide in and out of her. I wanted to drive them in deep, but wanted even more to save that for when I had her alone. I wanted her in my bed, naked, bound, with my head between her spread thighs, eating out her sweet pussy until she begged for my cock.
14
Jason
“Let’s get out of here.” It wasn’t very kind of me to leave her in such a state. She was ready to fuck and so far gone I was sure if I pushed her back against the wall she wouldn’t stop me, but since I still had a little bit of control left, I knew it was too risky.
We barely said our goodbyes to any who stopped us on the way out. I’d say we were there for an hour tops and once again there were cameras everywhere as we made it to the car and was seated. No doubt our picture would be all over the damn net by tomorrow morning. Questions will be asked no doubt, but I had no intentions on letting those vultures anywhere near my fucking business. I just wanted it known that she was now under my protection.
I should’ve taken her home, given us both time to cool down, but I wasn’t ready to let her go yet tonight. Instead I had the driver take us to a late night bistro that was quite out of the way off the beaten path, but was well renowned not only for its excellent menu, but its discretion and the privacy afforded by its private rooms. It usually required a reservation way in advance, but I had no doubt that we would be accepted.
We were shown to one of the three private rooms at my insistence and left on our own. I knew that no one would come within hearing distance unless summoned by the little button on the side of the table. We could order from the screen without having to deal with another human being if we so chose.
“You’re being very quiet, something on your mind?” She was looking around the room and I was sure if she hadn’t been here before, she had most definitely heard of it. Everyone who was anyone had been here at least once in their lifetime. More than one Hollywood dream had been made or broken behind these walls in the past thirty years.
“Why did you bring me here?” Should I tell her the raw truth, or should I beat around the bush to spare her sensibilities? Like fuck!
“Because if I take you to my place we’ll be fucking before the night is through and you’re not ready for that. Now what do you want to eat?”
I didn’t look up at her sharply indrawn breath but kept my attention on the menu screen. Since she didn’t answer, I chose for both of us. Just an antipasto of cheeses, olives and tomatoes in come kind of vinaigrette, and a bottle of wine.
I put in the order and a time showed up. Half an hour for the food five minutes for the wine. Time enough. I was very aware of the fact that I was paying for her company and not wanting her to blur the lines I had to be very careful with my approach.
That is why when I turned back to her I said nothing as I read her eyes. There was want, need and a certain attraction there that could not be hidden. It was enough for me to make my move without reservation. I should’ve known that she was smart enough to know the difference, to see that I wasn’t thinking of her as just someone I’d paid for. My mind was far as fuck away from money or our arrangement.