Page 15 of Claiming His Prize

As soon as they arrived, the maître d’ welcomed them, grabbed two menus, and led them to the same secluded booth they had been in before. The restaurant had quite a few people in it, but there was no one in their little corner and no way to see what was going on in the booth until you were standing almost directly in front of it.

Sliding into the booth, Allison gave Todd a flirtatious look, leaning into his shoulder as the maître d’ gave them the day’s specials, then disappeared.The conversations around them were a muted hum, and Allison was thrilled with the privacy. It was possibly the best thing about this restaurant.

“Does this count as romantic?” Allison asked playfully, bumping her shoulder against his. Todd laughed and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, so she could feel the heat of his body. “Considering our history here?”

“I definitely think so.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the nose. “Now, figure out what you want to order.”

The waiter came by to bring them water and bread, and Todd picked out a bottle of wine for them to share, Allison’s favorite Pinot Noir from Willamette Valley in Oregon. She was delighted. Usually, they picked something different. Todd preferred heavy cabernets, so they would compromise, ordering something in the middle of their preferences or getting their own glasses.Resting her hand on his thigh, she gently stroked her way up his leg to his crotch, grinning to herself as she found him hard as she continued to pretend to peruse the menu.

“Do you know what you’d like?” His mouth was right next to her ear, so close, she could feel his lips moving against the sensitive curve.Giving up the teasing, she placed her hand directly on his crotch as she turned slightly.

“I’d like the steak, medium.”

As she stroked his cock through his pants, his arm tightened around her, sliding down her upper arm to brush against her breast.

“Anything for an appetizer?” he asked.

“You choose whatever you’d like, I know what I want.”

Before he could reply, Allison slid down, ignoring his startled exclamation as she swiftly positioned herself beneath the table.

“Princess,” she heard him say, although his voice was slightly muffled.Allison ignored his warning as she swiftly unzipped him, releasing his dick from the confines of his pants.His fingers gripped the table on either side of her head, but she knew the tablecloth shielded her from being seen by anyone.Tugging at his hips, she pulled him closer, making him slump in the seat a little as she flicked her tongue, licking the drop of pre-cum from its tip. There was a small moan above her head.

It was like her own little secret cave of pleasure beneath the table.She wrapped her hand firmly around the base of his cock and opened her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around his shaft just underneath the head.As his sensitive head was pleasured by her tongue, the tip of it invading his pee-slit, Todd shuddered and gripped her hair for a moment.

Just as quickly, his hand was gone, and she could hear him talking to the waiter who had apparently returned with their wine. As Allison heard him presenting it to Todd, she slowly moved her head down the shaft, fitting just a little more of it into her mouth. Carefully bobbing her head to avoid hitting it on the table, taking him a little deeper with each stroke, the rest of the restaurant, and even the waiter conversing with her boyfriend, was completely unaware of her activities.

“It’s very good,” Todd said, his voice only slightly muffled by their positions. “Thank you.”

Hearing the distinctive sound of liquid being poured into a glass,Allison tilted her head to take more of Todd’s cock, pressing it toward the back of her throat, determined to fit the whole of it into her mouth. If she managed to do so while he was talking to the waiter, even better.

“Would you like to wait for the lady to order?”

With a low hum of pleasure, Allison sucked and pushed forward, taking his entire length until her lips were pressed to the base of his groin.She could feel Todd lean forward, doing his bit to keep her from view. She chuckled around his thick meat, sending all sorts of interesting vibrations through him.

“No, I know what she wants.”

Well, that was an understatement.She could feel his dick pulsing against her tongue in happy pleasure.Pulling herself back as slowly as she could, she tried to breathe and suck quietly as Todd ordered their dinners.She could feel his thigh muscles clenching, his voice occasionally a little strained as she worked for her own special appetizer.

Almost as soon as she heard the footsteps of the waiter walking away, Todd’s hands were beneath the table, pressing on the back of her head, fingers curving just under the largest collection of curls, pushing her down. Sucking even harder, her fingers kneaded his thighs, massaging them as he tensed.Another low groan was all the warning she had, then he was cumming, and she was frantically swallowing.Salty sweetness filled her mouth, sliding down the back of her throat and into her belly.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as he filled her, the tension in his fingers and thighs slowly relaxing as he finished pumping his load between her suckling lips.Letting his dick slowly soften in her mouth, she finally allowed it to pop out, then gave it a kiss before peeking out from under the tablecloth. He was trying to look at her sternly, but the sides of his mouth were turned up.

“Is it safe?” she whispered.Black hair swayed as he nodded, a finger scooping a bit of cum off of her chin and pressing it to her lips. Licking it lasciviously, she pulled herself up next to him, just as the waiter came around the corner of the booth with their salads. Innocently she blinked at him as he looked at her in confusion. The bathroom was on the other side of the restaurant, and he was obviously trying to figure out how she’d gotten to and from it without him seeing her.

He set the salads down and left the table, a thoughtful look on his face, which had both of them laughing once he was out of earshot.Instead of talking about what was currently going on in their lives, being back in this restaurant had them reminiscing about their relationship.The beginning was rather sordid, but Allison found a lot of enjoyment in comparing notes with Todd. He even told her he hadn’t been nearly as sure of himself as he’d seemed.

“I wasn’t sure how I would ever face you again if you didn’t show up at the library,” he confessed. “It was one thing to hear you talk about what you wanted and know you enjoyed one night of losing control with me, but I wasn’t sure if you or the cops would show up to meet me at the library to get the tape.”

Allison laughed. “I wanted it too much. And by it, I mean what you were offering, not the tape, although that, too.”

“Thank, God,” he said fervently, and they both laughed. Allison snuggled closer to him, ignoring the spear of asparagus on her fork in favor of a kiss. Although she could possibly ascribe the warm fuzzy feelings inside of her to the wine, she knew it was this man, this crazy, wonderful, wild man, who had risked a lot to bring her fantasies to life, not knowing if she’d actually go through with indulging in them.It hadn’t occurred to her at the beginning how much he’d been risking for her.Now, realizing how vulnerable he’d made himself in so many ways, not to mention how cute it was to hear him confess his early insecurities before she showed him exactly how much she wanted what he was offering, only made her love him more.

By the time the waiter came to clear their dinner away, Allison and Todd were about as wrapped around each other as a couple can be while sitting in a secluded restaurant booth. Under the table, she even had one of her legs hooked over and around his, her hand resting on his thigh. All the server could see was her head resting on his shoulder and his arm tucked around her waist, hand curved over her hip. Giving them a little smile, the server whisked away their plates, and Allison frowned.

“He didn’t ask if we wanted dessert.”

“He didn’t need to.”

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