Fuck.
Grabbing the drink menu, I place it in front of me as I lean my elbows on the table and palm my forehead, looking down pretending to read.
I steady my breathing as Dane picks up his tempo, twisting his hand over the tip then back down the shaft. My cock thickens and Dane hums, acting as if he’s agreeing with something my dad said, but I know that hum. He’s turned on, too.
I want to grab his cock under the table, give him the same treatment he’s giving me, but it’s too late. The knowing sensation builds at the base of my spine and I try to hold back but my cock jerks as my hips thrust up and I spurt cum into the napkin covering my lap. I hum out a long moan and exhausted breath, still pretending to study the menu. Another pulse of cum, then another as I hiss and groan between my teeth.
“What’s gotten into you?” my father asks, annoyed at my disruption over him.
“Nothing, this menu is great,” I reply as I close it and place it across the table from me.
Just then the waiter stops by with our meals, placing our dishes down in front of us.
“Bon Appétit!” he says as he turns on his heel and walks away.
Dane and I share a look, recalling our dinner in Paris that had just as much sexual tension swimming at the table and he chuckles. I can’t help but do the same in my post-orgasmic state, even though I’m still put-off by the fact that he jerked me off across the table from my dad.
“This meal looks fantastic,” my father says as he dives in, not waiting for anyone else at the table.
Dane finally removes his hand from my lap. He doesn’t grab his napkin. No, that would be a far too normal thing for him to do.
Instead he looks down at his plate, swipes his cum-coated finger over the mashed potatoes and sauce, then locks eyes with me as he presses it into his mouth. He sucks his finger clean with a slurp and a pop, humming his approval.
“You’re right, Ethan. This is delicious.”
37
HANNAH
Ethan: Be home in ten.
He’s mad.
Ethan is very expressive in his texts because it’s a big part of our communication but this text is nothing of the sort.
I know he was stuck going to dinner with his father and Dane and I can’t even begin to imagine the thoughts that flooded his mind as they made their way over to the restaurant.
Dane reminded me at the coffee shop exactly why I liked him so much. I got a dose of his easy going and fun personality mixed with that carefree spirit I loved so much. I missed him and felt terrible that we left him like we did but I know it was for the best and it was what Ethan needed.
Plus he did lie to us, or at least, refrained from telling us who he was. I can understand that now knowing who he is and how much money he has. I can see why he would seek out anonymity.
That part doesn’t bother me as much as buying out thehostel. We still don’t know what his true reasons were, but if I were to guess he didn’t have ill intentions like Ethan thinks. It was an impulsive act driven by desire, just like everything Dane does in life.
Plus, leaving Paris and our actions behind was always what we planned to do at the end of the trip. There were never any expectations but as much as we tell ourselves that, I know Ethan feels the same as I do.
If the circumstances were different, it could have changed things. And now that we’re all back in the same place, at the same time for an extended time period, the only thing holding us back is the fact that he’s our professor—a taboo little detail—and the little fact that Ethan refuses to address his sexual desires and feelings toward Dane.
I’ve had all night to ponder these thoughts and after carefully considering all the details, I know I want us to try and pursue something with Dane, even if it’s just something casual between the three of us. No one else needs to know.
I just want what we had in Paris. We’re all adults, I know we can figure this out and if my encounter with Dane at the coffee shop today tells me anything, it’s that he would be fully onboard with this plan.
I don’t want to risk getting caught or getting in trouble. I can’t afford to not graduate but I also don’t want to give up on the idea of what this could be. It’s crazy, I know, but something feels right when we’re all together.
I love Ethan, but I also miss the person he became when Dane was with us.
Icraveboth versions of Ethan and, admittedly, Dane too.
The front door opens and shuts abruptly. He didn’t slam it but he didn’t really care to stop it from closing harshly, either.
