How soon are we talking?
Vi looks questioningly at my phone, and I grin. "He's done for the night," I explain.
Vi wags her eyebrows. "And I'm gathering by your pink cheeks that those aren't just regular texts?"
I squeeze my lips shut and look down as another text comes in.
Where are you right now?
"I don't know what you mean," I say, totally unconvincingly.
Out to dinner with Vi. And my panties are wet for you right now. I want to suck your cock again.
Vi reaches over and grabs the phone from me before I can stop her. Her eyes widen as she reads our sexting. "Oh, your husband-boyfriend is naughty."
"He's not my—" but I stop, because, well, I guess he is. This is all so confusing.
Vi types something into my phone and hits send, then tosses the phone back to me. "You're welcome."
I read what she wrote. It's the address to our restaurant and an invitation to come pick me up. "What are you doing? We're supposed to hang out at my place after this."
She shakes her head. "I'm not going to stand between you and true lust. Go freshen up. He'll likely be here soon."
I hurry from the table and find the restroom. As I'm reapplying some lipstick, the door opens, and Sebastian Donovan strides in like he owns the place. I expected him in scrubs, but it makes sense that he wouldn't wear them around town. Instead, he's got on jeans and a blue cotton shirt that brings out his eyes. His dark hair is disheveled, and his eyes look tired, but his smile devastates me.
"I think you need some training on which bathroom the boys are supposed to use," I tell him.
"Separate bathrooms are trite," he says, and then pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
He tastes like mint, and I melt into him as he holds me close.
"Do you have a thing for bathrooms?" I ask, when our kisses pause.
"No, just a thing for you."
When a woman walks in and sees us, I blush, and he smiles. She just stares.
Sebastian, without saying a word, guides me out of the bathroom and through the restaurant to my table. Vi is standing, her purse in hand, and the bill has already been paid for our dinner.
She smiles brightly at me. "You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sebastian frowns, but I laugh, because there's not much Vi won't do. Except dishes. She really hates doing dishes.
I kiss her cheek, thank her for the night and we promise to get together again soon. "Tell Chad I said hi," I say as we walk out of the restaurant and go our separate ways. I'd driven here with her, and I'm apparently leaving with Sebastian.
"Where would you like me to fuck you tonight?" he asks.
His words send a shiver through my body, and I think for a moment before responding. "Your house."
Chapter 12
Blowjobs
He pauses. "My house?"
I nod. "You asked me for the summer. I'm giving you the summer. But that means tit for tat. You've seen my house; I want to see yours."
"Fair enough," he says.
He holds my hand as we continue walking to his car. His hand practically swallows mine. It's big and warm, and when I think about how it feels to have those fingers roaming my body, something clenches inside me, and I hope that he doesn't live too far away.
The night is surprisingly cool, and I press in closer to him, enjoying his warmth and the chill in the air.
Normally I skip car rides. They are usually pretty boring, wouldn't you agree? But this drive is anything but boring.
It starts with his right hand on my knee. My skin burns at his touch, greedy for more.
As he drives, his hand moves up my thigh, under my skirt and between my legs. I suck in my breath as his fingers brush over my panties, teasing my pussy with gentle movement.
"Wait," I say, "I want to fuck in your bed."
"And we will, but I need your pussy now, Kacie." Grinning, he massages my clit through the fabric.
"Sebastian… " My words cut off as I get lost in the ecstasy of his fingers.
"Yes?"
"More."
His fingers slip under satin and penetrate me.
I bite down on my lip, stopping myself from crying out.
"Don't hold back, darling. Never hold back with me," he says.
And I let myself cry out. "Fuck. Sebastian." His fingers feel so good, but there's one more thing I want to know. "Did I—"
"Darling, we can talk later, but right now, I need something from you."
"Yes?"
"I need you lips around my cock, Kacie."
I want to finish my question, but my hand trails up his muscled leg to his already hard cock, and I remember how good he tastes.
"Kacie, I need you."
Fuck. That settles it.
As he fingers my pussy, rubbing against my clit only enough to tease without release, I unzip his jeans and free his cock. As we're stopped at a red light, I lean over his lap and take him into my mouth. He moans, one hand between my legs still as the other grips my head.
"Fuck, Kacie. You know how crazy you make me?"