Page 34 of Vengeful Eyes
I straddle his hips, balancing the tips of my shoes on the wooden floor to lift myself up a fraction. My hand unzips his fly and coaxes his semi-hard cock from its confines. As soon as he’s in my hand, he thickens, and I stroke him back and forth a couple of times.
He stares on, his hands not touching me as he smiles and gives me the room I need.
“Mmm,” he hums, his posture relaxed as he brings the glass of the red wine to his mouth.
The position is a little awkward at first, lifting to run the tip of his dick past the seam of my thong to my entrance. His body is completely still, showing no impatience to be inside me. He’s put this all down to me—his command, my obedience.
As I sink down onto him, he stretches me, and there’s a slight tinge of pain as I’m not fully prepared for him. It makes me want to pause, but I don’t. I know he likes that. Any sign of pain from me quickens him,brings him closer to the edge faster. So, I seat myself completely and drape my arms around his neck to give me some leverage. My feet press up to rock my hips forward. I repeat the movement again and again, building arhythm. The base of his cock teases at my clit, sparking lust through my blood, and with every sound of footsteps I still for a fraction, hoping we won’t be interrupted. Benjamin apparently doesn’t care. Not tonight anyway. He’ll take me when and where he chooses, even if it is in the middle of a restaurant.
He arrogantly takes another sip from his glass as I press myself deeper against him, flexing my hips to rub in just the right place.
“I said fuck me to get me off before the food comes. Not you, Hope. Where’s my wildcat?”
The bastard.
I grab the wooden back of the chair to gain more leverage and grind wildly in his lap, eyes trying to forget everyone else that might come in. The uncomfortable stretch is long gone; I can feel how wet I’ve become with every slide of him against my now swollen flesh.
My breaths come out in desperate pants, my pulse flying as my heart thumps against my chest. I turn my head and watch the small entryway back to the main part of the restaurant. There’s a table through the gap with people laughing and joking. The low rumble of their voices travels to us.
“Are you going to let them hear you come?”
I screw up my eyes, ashamed that a shot of adrenalin fills my blood knowing I can be seen fucking Benjamin in public like this.
Finally, Benjamin gives in and drops his glass to the table behind me, his hands grabbing my ass and shoving me hard down onto his cock. His movements are limited, but I recognise his need. I open my eyes and sit up tall on his lap, letting his hands control the final climb. My hair tumbles down my spine, tickling the skin on my back as I get swept away in my desire.
Suddenly, Benjamin goes rigid and holds me close, biting into my neck. He pulses inside of me, and I lean forward on his chest, shoving my hand between us to seek my clit and my own climax.My face turns to the entry, and I see a man at the table staring at me. My finger rubs the swollen nub, and I bring myself to orgasm while the man’s eyes remain on us. It only fuels the experience, shaming me in some way as Benjamin chuckles and nips my earlobe.
“Well, well, if I’d known you were an exhibitionist, I’d have fucked you in public before now,” he mutters, turning my head and kissing my mouth. It's a possessive, all-consuming kiss that leaves my body hungry for him rather than food.
I almost dare the thought of another orgasm, but he slaps my ass, and I feel him slip from inside of me.
“Off you get,” he says, looking towards the hallway. I do, in the most delicate fashion possible, while he tucks himself away.
The waiter appears with two bowls of pasta as I take my seat.
“Just in time, Hope.” Benjamin smirks.
I’ve got a feeling a lot more of that smile might be coming tonight.
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“Thank you for tonight. It’s not what I expected, though.”
“What? The fucking?”
“No, nothing surprises me when it comes to that. I mean where we went. You’ve never taken me to a place like that before.” He doesn’t respond right away. “And the Italian is sexy.” I pull the dress off and put it in the hamper for the maid to address, padding my way over to the bathroom.
“Old times. Used to go there back in the day. Grew up round there.” He did? My hand hovers as I look in the mirror, a frown dropping onto my face. “Nowhere better for pasta. I suppose I remember who I was around there.”
“Well,it was delicious. As were you,” I reply, coming back out to him. “You know I’ll be going for an extra-long run tomorrow to compensate.”
“Whatever you feel you need.”
“Do you have any more work?” I ask tentatively.
“No. Will you get my—”
“Pill?” I interrupt.
