His eyebrows are creased and clear frustration is written all over his whole face. “You’re the one that wanted to have dinner,” I say. “I would have been just fine staying at my house and fucking.”
“I’m sure you would’ve, but now that we’re here, we’re going to make the best of it,” he says, reaching under the table and beneath my skirt, cupping my sex. My breathing immediately becomes heavy, as he slides a finger in between my folds, touching my clit. I move my hands, bracing one of his thighs, and leave the other next to me.
“Fuck, Arion, you’re so hot,” he whispers into my ear.
I whimper quietly and push myself against his hand. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Please,” I practically beg, nodding my head.
“I’ll give you more, but only if you’ll come right here for me in the middle of this restaurant.” I contemplate his words, then he sinks two fingers inside of me and I know what I want. The sensation is too great to fight. It’s absolutely intoxicating.
While my eyes roam the sea of tables, I fight to keep them open while making sure I stay completely quiet. I wonder if anyone else knows what we’re doing. Then Bain says, “Look at me, concentrate on my face as if we are having a conversation, and whatever you do, don’t close your eyes when you come.”
I nod my head while Bain works my * slowly, both inside and out. “You like this, don’t you?” he questions into my ear. “You like me getting you off in public, huh?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Mmmmmmm,” he growls, kissing my neck.
My body tightens and tingles from his touch. The adrenaline alone is such a rush. Then the waiter comes by and I freeze, expecting Bain to stop, but he doesn’t. He only slows the thrusts and pinches my clit, rolling it between two of his fingers.
“Do you both know what you would like tonight?”
I shake my head and Bain laughs at me, ordering for both of us. That’s why he wanted to know what kind of food I liked. He had this planned all along. The waiter glances between the two of us as Bain speaks and each time he looks at me, I become nervous. Bain keeps massaging my clit, especially when the waiter looks at me. It’s like he wants the guy to know what we are doing.
Finally, he turns his back and walks away. “You’re so fucking hot letting me do this to you. He knew what we were doing. Did you see the way he looked at you?”
I lean my head back, unable to answer. His movements are quicker and everything inside of me is right on the edge. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
“Look at me,” he commands. The second I open my eyes and look into his, I lose it, coming hard with a surprisingly and unusually violent jolt to my system. Bain claims my mouth and I let my body spiral. Thankfully, our kiss quiets any noises that were about to escape. Then, my breathing slows and the realization of what I’ve just done, hits me as Bain says, “You’re my new favorite aphrodisiac.”
Jesus Christ, could this guy be any more charming? All sorts of thoughts rush through my mind as he pulls his fingers from inside of me and takes them right to his mouth, sucking off my arousal and orgasm. “Mmmmm,” he says. “I think I’ll skip my dinner.”
Looking at him with my jaw hung open, he laughs.
“You can’t be serious,” I respond.
He removes his wallet and begins to pull out a hundred dollar bill. “Oh my God, Bain. You are fucking crazy.”
“I know what I want, and food is not it. Let’s leave, we can get a hotel and stay the whole night together.”
His words change everything. NO! As enticing as he is and as much as he intrigues me, I can’t. That’s a rule I won’t break again, not after the other night with Brady, I just can’t. “I’m really hungry,” I lie.
“Fine, if you’re hungry then we’ll eat. I wouldn’t deprive you,” I say.
She smiles at me and I notice that her usual smirk and feistiness from earlier are gone. Did I say something wrong? Was getting her off, here, too much? She seemed to really enjoy it, but now she’s different. The waiter comes back with new drinks, looking refreshed as if he just jerked off.
I know he knew what we were doing; I saw him staring at my hand under her dress. “Your food should be right out,” he says.
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go to the restroom real quick,” Arion says.
I nod my head watching her slide out of the booth. She is something else. As she moves across the restaurant, I watch just about every guy in here turn and stare at her.
I’m one of them, and it makes me want to follow her. I try and take my mind off of her by scrolling through my phone ’til she returns.
“Hey, sorry,” Arion says returning to the table.
“Don’t be,” I respond, setting my phone down.
“Listen, I need to be honest with you.” Swallowing hard, I nod my head not liking the sound of her tone. “Bain, I like this. I like what we are doing. But…” she trails off and puts her head in her hands.
“Just say it, I can handle it.”
“I can’t stay the night with you, tonight or ever.”