Page 13 of Becoming His

I straddle his thigh, glancing around as my cheeks flush. I’ve never been one for exhibition, and we’re in the middle of the restaurant, regardless of the secluded booth.

He pushes my dress up, and I’m resting on his pants directly. His finger brushes over my skin, where my hair is growing back.

“Hmm. Such a pretty pussy.” His rumble is low, and I clench in response.

His hand moves to cup my ass, rocking me forward slightly. I gasp when I feel my wetness leaking onto him.

“Here’s how it’s going to go, Brina. You’re going to come on my leg, and then we’re going to turn your little ass to the side, and I’m going to fuck your thighs.” He pushes me faster, the material of his pants rough as it rubs against my clit.

My face burns hotter, and I glance around again, embarrassment and arousal making my blood run warm.

Aiden clicks his tongue, his command low and husky. “Eyes on me. Eyesonlyever on me.”

My breathing is ragged as Aiden’s unrelenting pace on my hips has me tumbling towards my orgasm. The anticipation of what he has planned after making it hard to hold it off longer.

“Come for me, Brina. I can see you trying to stop it like the perfect little brat you are.”

I clamp down on his arms, digging my nails into his suit as I reach my peak. I bite down my lip to swallow any noise that could possibly escape.

He lifts me and turns me so my legs are draped over his lap, my heels resting on the booth’s cushions. Aiden’s hips rise as he unzips his pants, pulling out his thick cock and stroking it.

“Open your legs,” he commands. When I do, he lifts me again. The velvet shaft of his erection is soft against my skin as he settles me over his cock. “Squeeze them shut now.”

His red, swollen tip is visible between my thighs. One of his hands rests on my ass while the other comes up to cup my breasts to anchor me. I grip on his forearm as he thrusts up, his cock sliding easily between my pressed legs.

I bounce, trying to stay upfront and restrain my urge to look around.

“I was going to take this sweet pussy tonight, then you had to ignore me,” Aiden tells me, the hoarse rumble of his voice alluding to his pleasure. His dick is throbbing as he keeps thrusting. His tip disappears between my thighs for a second before emerging up again. I watch it in an odd state of arousal. I’ve experienced nothing like this as he uses my body to get off without actually touching my pussy or ass.

“Spit on it.”

My head snaps up to look at him in shock. His heated eyes watch me back, his cock throbbing as he pauses. “Get it nice and wet for me, baby.”

I tilt my head down, my core clenching as I gather saliva in my mouth and then slowly push it between my lips. It dangles for a second before dropping on his tip, and Aiden grunts.

“More. Rub it in.”

Reaching down, I smear my spit over the exposed part of his cock, and he thrusts up as I do. I lean forward, spitting more, and Aiden picks up his pace. My mouth opens,and that fleeting thought of wanting to taste him returns.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he comes. The heat of his release is almost overwhelming as his cum splashes all over my thighs. He relaxes into his seat, his cock semi-hard, slowly disappearing under my legs.

I blink down at the mess on my lap. His hand squeezes my breast, and I look up at him.

“Gather it up and shove it into your pussy,” he says. Satisfaction evident in his dark eyes and flushed cheeks. I shift my legs up, and Aiden adjusts himself as I scoop up his cum with a shaky hand and push it inside me. His fingers drag along my thighs, and then he’s in my pussy with me. I groan at the stretch of both of us.

His lips press a faint kiss on my neck before he grabs the cloth napkin on the table and cleans the combined mess off. He hands it to me before lifting me up to straddle him again as he tugs my dress down to cover everything.

Aiden smirks mischievously. “Shall we take that home so no one knows what we did.”

My nose scrunches. “You want to steal the napkin?”

“You’re right, that would be nefarious of us.”

I laugh and shake my head at him. He taps my ass.

“Alright, let’s get some food in your belly. So I can take you home and fuck you for real.”

He waves over the server, who tops off my wine and drops off the small plate of bread he had ordered for me to nibble on.

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