Her slim, toned body feels so good in my lap. Though she’s curvier than before—she didn’t entirely lose her baby weight, and I like her even better this way. The flesh on her ass means I can dig my hands into it, and I do just that as I peruse the laminated menu.
“Ow! Logan!”
“Quiet, or I’ll put youacrossmy lap instead.”
It’s the same threat I’d used her back at the diner, and just like before, it shuts her up. It’s not a threat I would ever carryout, even with just one waitress to witness it, though Iwouldlike to see the utter mortification on her face if I did. But no amount of mortification would be worth another person getting an eyeful of her ass.
A single smack to the ass in public is my hard limit, but for the moment, she’s struggling so much in my arms that all I want to do is sit back and enjoy the accidental lap dance.
“Logan!” she hisses again after a while, when she sees I’m not following through on my threat. “Let me go! Logan! Oh my god, are you—”
She must have felt my stiffness under her, and she blushes bright red and stops moving at once.
“Go on,” I encourage her, slipping a hand under her jeans and panties. “Keep showing me how little you want to be in my lap.”
“Logan,” she groans, sinking her flaming face against my chest. “I didn’tmeanto—”
“Uh huh.” Cursing at the tight jeans hampering my movements, I nonetheless manage to bring my hand around to her pussy, drinking in her little squeak of embarrassment, my cock swelling to find her wetness.
“Didn’t mean to, hmm?”
She chokes out a strangled noise that might be a laugh or a sob. “Not in therestaurant, Logan…”
“Be my good girl and take it,” I breathe into her ear, circling her clit with a finger, “or you’re going to find yourself with those jeans around your ankles.”
She shudders in my arms, but any resistance has left her. She melts into me as I continue massaging her clit with one hand, while the other strokes up and down her back reassuringly.
“You’re my good girl,” I purr, noting how the praise seems to make her both wetter and more relaxed. “My very good girl, Lia.”
I smile, noting how much this girl who protests at being treated like a child seems to… well, enjoy being treated like one. But I hide my expression from her, instead focusing on toying with her clit. It’s not easy to move my hand under her tight jeans, but she’s not complaining, her shuddering sighs giving way to low moans. I’m thankful for the music blending in with the sound of the TVs all around us, because she’s not being discreet.
I just have time to whip my leather jacket over her legs before the waitress comes back to take our orders.
Lia freezes in my arms, and I can guess at how splotchy-red her face has grown. With my jacket fully concealing her, I know the waitress can’t see a thing, though she probablydoesfind it odd for a grown woman to be sitting in my lap. She must have seen a lot worse, though, because she only blinks at us then waits for our orders with a smile.
“Two burgers,” I request, my voice muffled in Lia’s curls.
“Uhm, no,” she says in a choked voice, as I keep up my teasing of her clit. “I actually would like the… fuck!”
I’ve just plunged two fingers into her tight pussy.
“The… the Caesar salad… fuck!”
She disguises her surprise under a coughing fit as I start to drive my curled fingers into her cunt.
“Sorry, babe, I don’t think they serve fucks,” I tell her, before smiling at the waitress. “We’ll have two burgers.”
“Asshole!” snaps Lia, as I continue to finger her hard. “Let me order my own food!”
“I’m not letting you make any decision ever again,” I taunt her, still keeping up a punishing rhythm.
She bites her lip. Making sure the jacket is still hiding her, I keep one hand against her pussy as the other one pulls her jeans down.
“What are you—Logan, what are you doing?!”
“Showing you who owns you,” I breathe into her ear. “Nowstop wriggling around and behave.”
She scowls at me, but her soaking wet pussy tells me just how much my words affect her. I push a third finger into her just as my other hand finds her ass, and the little ring of muscle buried there.
