Page 19 of Just Is Not Enough

I take a deep breath and thank Mia along with the obligatory, “This looks delicious,” statement.

We both begin eating our meals, leaving that conversation behind hopefully. We’re surrounded by noise, yet we sit in a comfortable silence enjoying our food.

“Is your steak still mooing? Do you need me to hit it over the head once for you?” I ask playfully.

“It’s perfect. The mooing is barely audible,” Luke smirks, shoving a piece of steak into his mouth. I chuckle and reach for my wine glass.

My eyes peek over the rim of the glass, wandering from his eyes down to those sinful lips as he slowly pulls the fork out, his lips accentuated around it.

I never wanted to be an inanimate object so much in all my life.

Did he just moan?

Blood rushes to my dick. Flames ignite where my ears used to be. I’ve all but stopped breathing. He notices the effect he had on me.

“Sorry, the steak is really good. It’s hard for me to stay quiet when I’m really enjoying something.” This man has the audacity to wink after reminding me of how hard it was for him to stay silent while he mouthfucked me. He’s not fighting fair at all. The man knows what he is doing to me and doesn’t regret a single second of it.

Two can play this game.

I place my glass down and spear my own piece of steak. “That’s a good quality to have. I like to hear a man growling and grunting like an animal as he pummels my ass with his enormous cock, pulling my hair and rearranging my insides until I can’t walk the next day,” I say nonchalantly, not caring who else heard me. I place the steak in my mouth and remove the fork as slow as possible. For added effect, I roll my eyes to the back behind my closed lids and let out the slightest whimper.

When I finish my act of retribution, I open my eyes facing down towards my plate as if nothing occurred and continue eating my meal.

I wait for a comeback. Surprised after a minute with nothing but crickets on his end, I look up to an entirely different Luke. Lips clenched shut and nostrils flaring like a bull chasing his target. His eyes filled with primal lust, fisting his dinner napkin in one hand, the other tightly clenched around his fork. The rise and fall of his shoulders has intensified that it could cause concern from nearby diners.

I. Am. Speechless.

With the worst timing ever, Mia comes to check on us. Poor girl takes one look at Luke and then to me, seeing us in our current standoff and turns back around walking away without saying a word.

Luke breaks first, placing his fork and napkin carefully on the table. “Kaden, I’m going to step away to the restroom for a couple minutes. When I get back, I’d really like it if you could have the check paid so I can take you back to my place and spend the night achieving my new goal of making you incapable of walking tomorrow.” He’s barely composed enough to tell me his intentions while slowly taking out his wallet and handing me his credit card. Without another word he stands and makes his way towards the back of the restaurant.

We may have played that game a little too well.

Don’t overthink this. It doesn’t have to mean anything. If it doesn’t mean anything, I won’t want to do it again. I can get him out of my system and be done with him. Straight guy problem solved.

“Sound logic” said no sane person ever.

We’re in too deep for that justification.

I wave down Mia, handing her the card without even waiting for the check.

As I finish forging Luke’s signature on the bill I feel him arrive back at the table, hovering next to me. Standing slowly, I grab my jacket and hand him his card.

His wild eyes laser focused on mine, Luke takes the card from my hand and puts it in his back pocket. His other hand takes mine, entwining our fingers and leads me out of the restaurant with purpose.

We may be close in height, but I still have trouble keeping up with his pace. Arriving at the passenger side of his Jeep I assume he’s opening the door for me. Instead, he spins me pinning my back to the door, chest to chest. His lips crash into mine, fingers snaking behind my neck, his thumb pinned to my jaw. His other hand finds its way onto the bare skin at the bottom of my back causing goosebumps to form over my entire body.

The kiss is sudden and rough. Lips pressed hard against mine, desperate for the connection. We remain fused as one until he’s had his fill. Like a starved man finding contentment after given what he was deprived of for so long, he breathes in deeply releasing it with a sigh. His lips become gentle against mine, tongue swiping across my lips. They intuitively part, inviting him in with fervor.

The butterflies return with vigor. I sigh, welcoming them.

My hands find their place on his hips, pulling him to me so that our confined cocks are firmly against each other. Luke grunts at the abrupt connection, changing the temperature of our caressing tongues into a battle for control. His fingers now gripping the skin above the waistline of my jeans hard enough for me to know there will be bruises tomorrow. I can’t wait to see his marks on me.

Laughter from other patrons of the restaurant in the parking lot bring our attention back to our surroundings. Luke pulls back from my lips, leaving his forehead resting on mine. Our heaving breaths mingle between us.

“Tell me no and I’ll put a stop to this right now. If I hear any other words from your mouth aside from no, I am putting you in this truck and taking you to my bed.” Luke gives me an out, revealing he’s noticed my repeated hesitation to pursue this any further.

I surrender. “Justthis once.”

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