She was waiting at the entrance, her thin blue dress fitting perfectly to her body. Most of the outdoor tables were taken already, so the hostess brought us toward a table inside the restaurant, which was significantly less busy.
We ordered our food, and I tried to keep my hands off of her until the waitress left because once I touched her, I wouldn’t be able to stop. The waitress gave us our drinks, and Mia scooted closer to me in the booth, bare leg grazing against mine.
I slid my hand up her leg and slipped it under her dress, fingers finding her underwear. She spread her legs apart under the table, giving me better access and letting me rub them against her wet panties.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she said.
I drew my fingernail across her underwear, right down her fold, then flicked it against her clit. Her body jerked in the seat, and she grasped the table, pulling herself in and whimpering.
“Say my name.” I hooked a finger inside her underwear and pulled it to the side.
She took an unsteady breath through her mouth, nails digging into my thigh. “Michael,” she cried, uneasily looking around the restaurant to make sure nobody was watching us.
She leaned back, and I pulled her thigh over mine, making her spread her legs even more for me.
“You like that, don’t you?” My gaze fell to her tits, her taut nipples pressing through the dress. The dress was so thin that I could almost see everything, and it made me even harder. “Not wearing a bra for me today?”
She pursed her lips together, gazing down at her nipples and then back at me. “I wasn’t going to wear any panties either, but thought you might want to take them back to work with you today.”
God, she didn’t even have to try.
“Don’t test me, Mia,” I said tensely, slipping a finger into her pussy and feeling it tighten around me. It was pulsing over and over, and all I wanted was to be inside of her. I slipped another finger inside her, feeling her get tighter. “Because I will bend you right over this table and take you.”
She whimpered, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “I want you to make me come here,” she said. “I want to hold back my screams, to feel my pussy pulsing around you.”
I gulped, feeling her get even wetter. I seized her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. Without hesitation, she undid my belt and zipper and pulled out my cock in the middle of the damn restaurant.
“God, I wish I could suck you off right now.” She stroked me, not knowing what she was doing to me. “Wish I could take all of you deep down my throat, wish you’d make me a gagging, teary-eyed mess.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, thrusting my fingers into her. “Tug on your nipples for me.”
She widened her eyes, surprise evident on her face, and then like a good girl, she took one of her nipples between her fingers and tugged harshly as I made a come-hither motion inside of her.
Her lips parted, and she stared down at her lap, holding back her moans. “God … Mich—” Her legs trembled wildly around me, and she tried to push them together, but I didn’t stop. “Oh my gosh, Michael.”
Her hand moved just as quickly up and down my length, and I knew I was so fucking close to the edge. But I couldn’t come, not here. I’d ruin my clothes and have to go back to work in them.
After a few moments, when she finally settled down enough to stop shaking, I pulled my fingers out of her and gripped her wrist. “Mia, stop. We can’t do this right now,” I said.
But she didn’t stop stroking me. Instead, she stroked me faster and faster.
“Imagine my pussy this tight around you,” she whispered to me.
“We can’t …” My dick pulsed. “Can’t—”
“My pussy lips wrapped right around you, taking all your cum inside me.” She placed a kiss on my jaw. “I know you love to fill me up, to claim what’s yours, to watch your cum drip down my thighs.”
I gripped her wrist. “Mia, stop.”
Yet I didn’t pull her away from me because it felt too fucking good. Instead, I grabbed a napkin from the table because Mia wasn’t going to stop.
“Mia, I’m going to—”
She glanced around once more, and then dipped her head, taking me all in her mouth. As soon as my dick hit the back of her warm, tight throat, I came inside of her, bucking my hips and trying not to groan.
She bobbed her head back and forth for a moment, then pulled off of me, wiping some cum off the corner of her lip and sticking it into her mouth. She sat back in her seat and smirked at me, and I knew I had a fucking keeper.
CHAPTER8
