He hummed like he didn’t believe me.
“So, if I was to meet her upstairs in her room later?”
“See how far you get before I stab a knife through your testicles.”
Matthias grimaced at the image, his hand going to his groin.
“And you say you’re not jealous.”
I scoffed. “There’s a difference between jealousy and not wanting to catch one of her many, many diseases. Like entitlement. Or the obsessive need to see a plastic surgeon on a daily basis.”
Matthias threw his head back and laughed. A full, deep-throated laugh that had my toes curling and my pussy clenching. Jesus, I wish he would do that more often.
“Shit.” I’d knocked my fork off the table. Scooting my chair back, I bent down to pick it up, but it was still slightly out of reach. Well, damn. I knew I could wait for a waiter to get another one but leaving cutlery on the floor didn’t sit right with me, so I did what any well brought up woman would do.
I knelt to retrieve it.
“Where did your friend go?”
Oh, that bitch was vapid and stupid. All those bleach products to her hair had fried her brain.
“She’s,” he paused for a moment, chuckling a bit, “around.”
Biting back a laugh, I maneuvered myself under the table while the blond bimbo from planet Barbie told Matthias all about herself. My daddy’s this and he bought me that. I got a pony on my twelfth birthday and named it Sparkles Pancakes.
Okay, that last part was made up.
Matthias’s legs twitched slightly when I put my hand on his knees and leaned into him. The tablecloth was so long that no one besides my husband knew I was under here. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled at the gold zipper. My mouth watered when I saw he was going commando. He was already half hard.
His pelvis jerked when I took his length in my hand, and I could feel him hardening in my grip.
And men thought they had all the power.
He groaned. The feeling of my hot, wet mouth on his cock too much for him to contain.
“Are you all right?” the blonde asked, concerned.
“Just getting comfortable.” He was clenching his jaw; I could hear it in his voice. “You were telling me about your pitbull?”
“Oh gosh no,” the woman exclaimed. “My poodle. Hypoallergenic.”
Laughing to myself, I took him in my mouth, and he stiffened beneath me, twitching against my tongue. We hadn’t been married all that long, and until tonight, I had never been the one bold enough to initiate anything. Especially not in public. Matthias was always the one to take control and lead.
Most of the time, I was too anxious to try anything, afraid he would reject me, but now, as I sucked him down and felt him harden even further in my mouth, I knew I had nothing to worry about.
I could feel my abdomen tightening, and my core flushing with heat at the prospect of being caught servicing my husband under the table at one of the finest restaurants in the city. The thrill of excitement and the thought of being caught lit my body on fire.
Pulling back, I flattened my tongue along the underside of his shaft until there was nothing but the crown left in my mouth. I swirled my tongue along his girth, licking the slit at the top. His knee jerked, catching the table.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Fine,” he gritted. “Continue.” The tablecloth folded against his lap lifted slightly and I could just make out the glare he gave me. One that promised retribution. Grinning up at him, I sucked him back into my mouth and, wanting to show him exactly who was in charge, I started a relentless pace.
“Blyad,” he murmured. The woman didn’t seem to notice his sudden Russian. She was too busy talking about herself. He fisted my hair in one hand but didn’t take control. Barely able to swallow half of him, I added one hand to the base of his cock, stroking him in tandem with my mouth while the other hand gripped and fondled his balls. His pelvis bucked harder into my mouth, causing me to gag, but I didn’t relent as I continued for several more minutes.
“It’s time to end this,” he said, and the woman audibly pouted her disappointment, not realizing Matthias wasn’t talking to her. Without warning, he gripped my hair tighter, yanking me against him until his cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to tear up.
I sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks, allowing my teeth to slightly graze the underside of his cock. It wasn’t much longer before warm liquid spurted down my throat, his hips jerking as he released the last of his pleasure into my mouth.