“Yes please, white.”
He nods and rushes off to get a good bottle. I look at her, not the menu, and she finally glances up, meeting my eyes with a smile “What?”
“Nothing, I missed you is all,” I murmur.
Her smile widens. “I missed you too. It seems I’ve gotten used to your company.”
“Used to?” I laugh. “Wow, you make me sound so charming.”
“Oh, you’re charming alright. Any more, and I might melt into a puddle here and now.” My eyes sharpen at that, dropping to her body before I slide them back up and meet hers.
I can be patient. I can romance her, seduce her, but she doesn’t want it. I see it in her eyes. She doesn’t want me holding back. She wants the man who took her because it’s all he could do. Tonight is going to be fun, and before the night is through, she will be back in my arms with my cock buried in that hot, tight body.
Claiming my angel all over again.
Lexi
I lick my lips as Tyler pulls his chair next to mine and goes back to sipping his wine. The conversation flows, we laugh and joke. We never had an issue with getting along, and unlike some first dates, there are no awkward silences.
I know him, I know everything about this man. He makes me feel beautiful, smart, and important. He listens when I speak, and when he looks at me and pulls a face, I giggle, knowing it’s about the couple to the right who are arguing.
Do we even have inside jokes now?
Fuck, this is easy. How is it so easy to be with him? There’s an intimacy between us that usually takes years to build. It’s like we have been together forever. Each time he looks at me, my heart skips a beat. When he leans over and brushes a kiss on my shoulder, I shiver in need. When his arm drops along the back of my chair as he looks over the menu, I curl into it.
The waiter returns, pours us some wine, and takes our order before leaving us to it again. We talk and flirt, watching others in the restaurant and making up stories of who they are and what they are doing here. I’ve never had such fun on a date before, but underneath it all is desire.
I burn for him, for the man next to me, touching me so innocently. But each brush sends a shock down to my greedy pussy that remembers just how good he is at making me come. My panties are soaked, and he smirks like he knows what he’s doing. The bastard probably does. And when he ‘accidentally’ brushes across my hard nipples to grab the bottle of wine, I know he’s doing it on purpose.
After he refills our glasses, the starters arrive, and we eat in companionable silence. The food is incredible, the best I’ve ever had, and after this, I can’t wait to see what we’re having for mains. But I’m hungry for a different reason altogether, and it seems Tyler is too.
His hand slips up my thigh, and my eyes widen as I look around at the fancy restaurant we’re in. He sits back, sipping his wine, and doesn’t even look at me. He appears calm and collected, not like his fingers are dancing across the thong I put on. I can’t help but spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me.
He slips his fingers past the barrier and drags them along my pussy, feeling how wet I am. My cheeks heat, even as I become wetter, loving the naughty taboo feeling of this. There are so many eyes, all it would take is for someone to look over and see him fingering me. He doesn’t care, though, he plays my body expertly, like a violin, slipping inside me like he never left.
But then when our food arrives, he doesn’t take his fingers out of me as he greets and thanks the waiter, who places our food down then leaves. Only then does Tyler look at me with a smirk and pull his fingers free. As I watch, he licks them before starting to eat. I sit there almost panting and shaking from the force of my need, my nipples pebbled painfully against the satin dress. He looks over and narrows his eyes.
“Eat, now, Angel,” he demands.
So I do, and the food is even better than the starters. After we have eaten, we sip our wine, and his hand slips back up my dress and into my panties, plunging into my pussy like he never stopped touching me. Only this time, he doesn’t tease, he fucks me with his fingers, flicking my clit until I’m gasping. I try to stay still, but I can’t help it, I rub into his hand, rocking my hips to fuck his fingers.
Fuck, this is so wrong, but it feels so good.
“Any dessert, sir?” the waiter asks when he comes over to check on us.
“No, thank you. I already have some.” Tyler grins, flicking his thumb against my clit, making me gasp. The waiter looks at me in confusion for the noise, but he nods and leaves to grab our bill.
“Tyler, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I moan, hiding my face in his neck. He chuckles and flicks my clit again. I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping.
“That’s the plan, Angel, to feel you come on my fingers, right here under everyone’s noses. Then I’ll know my girl has satisfied both of her appetites while no one else is the wiser,” he murmurs, his fingers speeding up. I try to stay still, but I’m rocking into his touch, and with each flick and push and pull of his fingers, I care less about the people around us.
I ride his hand shamelessly until the orgasm bursts through me. I bite my tongue so hard to stop myself from screaming that I taste blood.
He groans into my ear, leaning against me. “Fuck, Angel, that was so hot.” He strokes me through it before pulling free and righting my underwear. He kisses my cheek as I pant and shake.
Lifting my head, I look at him, feeling satisfied and boneless, but I need to clean up. He wipes his fingers on the napkin and grabs my chin, kissing me softly in front of everyone. “That was just the starter. I’m going to eat your pussy for mains and fuck you for dessert.”
The waiter is at the table, and I know he heard him. His cheeks are flaming, but he says nothing. I can’t help but laugh at his embarrassment as I stand. “Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies’ room.”
Tyler nods and passes his card over as I walk to the bathroom. I clean up and sort my makeup and hair. My panties are still damp, but there isn’t much I can do about it, plus they will be off of me soon enough, replaced by Tyler’s mouth, and I can’t wait.
I head back, and he’s waiting for me at the table. When I get there, he takes my hand and leads me to the front door. We push through to go outside, and he kisses me again. “Wait here, I’ll get the car.” Nodding, I wrap my coat around me tighter to fight off the chill as he walks over to the valet, slipping the man some money as they talk.
There is an older couple waiting for their car as well. The woman is dressed in her finest long dress and fur coat. Her hair is in tight curls, which is dyed a horrible red colour, and her makeup is strongly applied. She drips with diamonds, showing off their wealth, but I smile at her politely as I catch her and her husband watching me. His eyes drop to my chest, and I narrow my own on him, watching his pot belly jiggle as he inhales. He has a bald spot on the top of his head and his hair is grey on the sides. His face is plump, and his body is encased in a tight suit.
“Disgusting, gold-digging whore,” I hear her whisper. Tyler is getting the car, so he doesn’t hear, but I do.
I grind my teeth as anger surges through my veins, and I look over at the snobby woman. “Sorry to disappoint, I just like big cocks and men who know how to use them.” I run my eyes across her and her husband. “Clearly something you know nothing about.”