Page 18 of Screwed
With his arm around me, he gently lets his fingers run across my shoulder. “How’s the wine?” he asks.
“It’s delicious, thank you,” I say, smiling.
“I’ll get a bottle to bring home,” he replies.
“No, you’re already spending too much, you don’t need to do that.”
He chuckles and kisses below my ear. “I know I don’t need to do it, Jana, I want to do it for you.”
Turning my head, I study his face. “You know, to anyone looking at us, they’d think we were a couple and that this is a date.”
Moving his other hand under the table, he pushes it under my dress. Letting it drag slowly up my leg until he cups my pussy. He never breaks eye contact and he’s breathing just as heavy as I am. “You like that idea don’t you, Jana. You want everyone to think we’re a couple,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I moan out, pushing my needy pussy against his hand.
Removing his hand, he rests it on top of mine on the table. “This is the first time I’ve taken a woman out to dinner, Jana.”
Shock takes over my turned on body as my eyes widen. “You’ve never taken a woman out to dinner before?”
“No,” he whispers, turning his gaze away from me.
“So why me?” I ask, the need to know is now overwhelming.
“You deserve it.”
“This isn’t part of your fantasy?” I know I’m pushing it, but I need to know.
His hand on my shoulder, lazily draws circles as I wait for a response. “No, sweetheart. This is just for you.”
My heart pounds in my chest and my stomach twists and turns. He doesn’t just want me for his game of fantasies, he actually wants me. Which suddenly makes the feelings I’ve been pushing down, flood over me.
“It’s been the most amazing date I’ve ever been on, Shawn. Thank you,” I risk saying.
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a nod of his head. I want to push, I want to ask why he’s like this. What happened to him. I don’t though, I just enjoy this moment that could end at any time.
After a few minutes, he turns his head toward me. “Would you like anything else or are you ready to get out of here?”
Smiling, I kiss his cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”
Flagging down the waitress, he orders a bottle of wine to take with us and pays the bill. He wouldn’t even let me see it, so I can only imagine how much it was. Holding my hand, we leave the restaurant and climb into his black Mercedes. This car is just about as sexy as he is.
It’s been a silent ride, so I rest my hand on his thigh and smirk when he hisses. “I don’t know how to thank you for tonight, it was amazing.”
He reaches his hand over, pulling up my dress, while focusing on the road. Rubbing his fingers lightly over my panties, I bite my lip to keep from moaning out, as my eyes start to flutter closed. “I know how you can thank me.” Sliding his hand inside my panties, he rubs my wet pussy. “Mmm, so fucking hot. You’ve been wet all night haven’t you, Jana.”
“Yes,” I say, dropping my head back on the leather seat.
“You can’t wait to get this dress off, spread these silky legs and have this insatiable pussy taken care of, right?” he seductively asks.
“Fuck no,” I say, pushing my hips forward.
“Such an impatient girl.” If he only knew. I’m so fucking turned on I’d let him fuck me on the side of the road.
No other words are spoken and he continues to rub my pussy, but not enough to make me come. Just enough to have my entire body shaking with need.
He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, before casting his gaze on me. “So fucking perfect,” he says, before removing his hand.
I have no idea if he’s talking about my pussy, me, or this evening, but right now I don’t care. I just need him to finish what he’s started.
