Page 59 of Acid

The waitress gives him a wink and turns to leave, putting an extra sway in her hips. Acid pays her no notice because his eyes are on me, but when she turns back around to look over her shoulder, rage bubbles inside me. I flip her off with a glare I’ve never given anyone before.

Acid turns around, following my glare. He smiles and turns his attention straight back to me. Reaching across the table, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “No need for that. My eyes are firmly fixed on you and no one else,” he assures me.

I roll my eyes and move my chin from his grip. I grab a French fry from the giant plate of everything and take an angry bite. “You can fuck whoever you please, whenever you feel like it. I just can’t believe the nerve of her coming on to you when you are clearly here with me,” I huff.

Acid’s grin widens as he grabs a French fry from the plate. “I think I like this side of you,” he says with amusement. I roll my eyes again. “You keep rolling your eyes at me like that and I will give you a real reason to make them roll into the back of your head,” he threatens.

And there it goes, that heat between my legs. “How come I’ve never heard you talk like this before?” I ask.

“There is a difference between me as a friend and me in the bedroom,” he states.

“But we aren’t in the bedroom right now,” I point out. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say our friendship would remain the same? Just the difference would be when we, you know.” I gesture with my index finger and with my other hand I make a circle, moving the index finger in and out.

He raises his brow. “I’ve had my mouth on your pussy, I’ve tasted you, fucked you, and you still have to do the little hand gesture instead of saying the word fucking?” he asks,

My cheeks heat and I look around, making sure no one heard him. “We are in public, shh,” I hiss.

“Okay firstly, I wanted to take you out first because I didn’t want to just show up and fuck you.”Not like Scar,I think to myself. “Secondly, I like it a certain way. I like control, and if you’ve not experienced that before, I don’t want to scare you.”

“By saying you don’t want to scare me, scares me,” I counter.

He smiles. “I’m not about to chain you up in a sex dungeon and whip you.” His eyes spark. “Although, the thought of you naked, chained up, and waiting for me is appealing. I may use restraints, and I will tell you what you can and cannot do,” he states.

“Oh,” is all I can say because I’m not really sure what I should say to that. As long as he isn’t about to torture me, I’m willing.

“Move and sit here next to me,” he orders.

I frown. “Why?” I ask, confused.

“Come and sit next to me. I want to show you something,” he orders again. I huff and grab the chair around to his side and sit next to him. “Remove your underwear,” He orders.

I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “No way,” I hiss, looking around.

“Remove your underwear,” he demands again. I bite down on my bottom lip and do my best to shimmy out of the tiny black lace thong Star had ordered that I wear. I gather it in my hand and hand it to him. He smirks. “Now, you do not make a sound, and you keep your composure. The only word you’re allowed to say is fuck,” he says quietly as he glides his hand up my inner thigh.

I grab his wrist, halting him. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. I immediately nod yes. “Then release your hold on my wrist,” he adds. Hesitantly I let go, and his hand glides up my inner thigh until his fingers stroke over my centre. My body goes rigid. “Relax,” he says softly.

I try to relax but as he glides his fingers between my seam, feeling my wetness, my body tenses. He circles my clit slowly, not looking at me, keeping his eyes on the view straight ahead. My hands grip the arm of the seats as his fingers continue to massage, to build on the pleasure growing through me. He moves his fingers from my clit and slides two fingers inside me. A gasp escapes me.

“Shhh, feel my fingers gliding in and out, curling and hitting that that spot that just makes it feel so good,” he rasps quietly in my ear. It becomes too much. I need to cum, but I can’t. I can’t in front of everyone here. Knowing that, Acid moves his fingers faster. “You can cum. No one will know except me and you,” he orders. “Relax your body and let it happen,” he whispers in my ear.

My eyes close as my orgasm hits. My thighs clamp his hand there as pleasure ripples through my body. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. It all becomes too much.

“Fuck!” I blurt out as my orgasm pulses through me. Acid slows his fingers before removing them. My eyes are wide, still panting. I watch as he sucks my pleasure on his fingers, a wicked grin on his face.

“Hhhm,” he moans. I’m still stunned, and my cheeks feel like they are on fire. I look around to make sure no one had seen what he had just did. “See? You can say fuck in public.” He smiles.

“My god, I’m so embarrassed!” I hiss, feeling flustered yet satisfied. I’m about to say more but music starts playing and I look over to see a band starting to play.

Acid stands and holds out his hand to me. “Dance with me.”

“You dance?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“Only with you,” he answers truthfully.

My heart jolts at his words. I place my hand in his as he leads me to over to where the band play. He holds me close, moving us slowly to the music. I try to hold back my emotions when I realise what the song is. I Only Wanna Talk to You by The Maine. I press my cheek against his as we sway to the music. Foreign feelings swirl through me, but I quickly shut them down, not ready to acknowledge them just yet.

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