“This is so thoughtful. I didn’t even know something like this existed.”
“Neither did I. Cash wanted to invest some of the club’s money in this one, so we vetted them. They’re legit.”
“Thank you,” I whisper through tears.
Hawk kisses my hand in response, and then the waitress arrives with our orders. She makes sure to touch Hawk’s shoulder as she puts his plate in front of him.
As we eat, I realize I can’t blame her. The man sitting across from me not only looks and smells amazing, but he also exudes authority and self-assuredness.
I don’t know if it’s the suit, the shaved head and muscular build, or that cop posture he always adopts when we’re in public.
And he keeps touching me! Nothing too overt: a hand on my lower back as we walk to our table, his knee against mine, his thumb brushing my lower lip after giving me a bite of his food - but it makes the whole evening feel like slow, tantalizing foreplay.
I squirm in my seat, and, judging by the way he narrows his eyes at me, he knows why.
The chef comes over to our table, and I think I manage to thank him for the excellent meal, but at this point, who knows?
In the car, Hawk helps me with my seatbelt, and when his forearm brushes against them, my nipples pop out excitedly. I can’t thank the Lord enough that this dress is black.
During the drive home, all I can focus on is Hawk’s hand in my lap. Several times, I have to sternly warn myself not to move it a tiny bit.
“Oh, thank God,” Hawk breathes as we enter Rat Park.
He carelessly parks in his driveway and pulls me in for a kiss.
“I wanted to pull over several times, but I was worried you’d judge me for not being able to control myself,” he says between kisses.
“No judgment here,” I mumble into his mouth, hoping he can make the words out, “I was too busy trying not to put your hand between my legs.”
Hawk groans and puts his forehead to mine. “Let’s go inside.”
We stumble up the stairs, never really breaking our makeout session. Somewhere along the way, Hawk takes his jacket off.
“You are heartstoppingly beautiful, Marissa,” Hawk tells me between open-mouthed kisses. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you the entire evening.”
“I’m wearing my new panties,” I tell him in response to that because, clearly, my brain has left the building.
“Let me see,” he urges in a husky voice. “Get on the bed, baby, show me.”
I brazenly and slowly lower myself onto the bed, and on my way down, decide to tease him by showing him my ass. Being on all fours in front of him feels naughty, and I have a newfound appreciation for the glass wall next to his bed, because I want to watch his reaction.
His rapid breathing tells me I’ve made the right choice. The mattress behind me dips as he climbs up to lift the skirt of my dress, painfully slowly. He makes sure to drag his palms over the back of my thighs as he does it.
“Marissa,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather, “I want to eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”
My eyes widen as my lower body jerks towards him. Hawk puts his big hands on my butt and caresses and kneads until I start squirming. His forehead is wrinkled in concentration, and his dress pants are tented.
Thank God I showered and shaved before our date, I think as he takes my fancy new panties off. The practical thought feels like an interloper, so I push it away.
At the same time, I’m growing more and more nervous. Hawk has been wordlessly staring at my bare behind for a while now. He pulls my cheeks apart slightly to get a better look, and I’m so syrupy wet that it produces an obscenely rude sound. Instead of being as mortified as I am, Hawk moans.
He then presses his hot, eager mouth against my pussy, and grabs my love handles to hold me in place. He strokes me with his tongue, every movement precise and measured. I should’ve known from the way he kisses that it would be this good.
When he comes up for air, he murmurs, “I fucking love how wet you are for me, baby,” and then continues ravenously eating me.
He’s buried his entire face in my backside, and his nose is teasing my opening as he French-kisses my clit. I thrust back at him, trying to get more friction against his stubble and nose.
Hawk likes it so much that he moans into my pussy. The reverberations are the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
