I relax, letting him guide my head along his cock. Together, we move in sync, and I draw back and forth along him, loving the feeling of his velvet-smooth cock gliding along my tongue, reaching my throat before I pull back, letting him slide all the way to my lips, almost out of my mouth, before I lean in and swallow him whole again.
“Use your hands,” he murmurs as I start to move faster. “Play with my balls.” I don’t need him to tell me twice. I can’t get enough of him. The feel, the taste. I reach up to cup his balls with one hand, my other hand sliding up and under his shirt, my fingers splayed wide, palm pressed against his taught muscles. I reach up, past his chest, to find his nipple, and roll it between my fingers.
He groans, and that’s all the encouragement I need to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, his hips bucking beneath me, his hand still fisted through my hair.
“Fuck, Joyce, right there,” he gasps. “Perfect, my little virgin, perfect.”
Eventually, his breath starts to come faster, and his cock tenses between my lips. I press my tongue against the vein that runs along the underside of his shaft.
“I’m going to come,” he hisses between clenched teeth.
I trail my tongue along him, circling my tongue around his head every time I pull back, and letting my tongue trail against the underside every time he thrusts into my mouth. A few more thrusts like that, and both his hands fist hard in my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. The pain is sexy, though, the way he’s so lost in pleasure he needs to pull me in with every ounce of strength he has.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m so close,” he grunts with urgency. “Swallow my cum, Joyce.”
I move faster, and he thrusts into my mouth one last time, deep, reaching my throat, and then I feel his cock jump as he comes, growling deep in his throat as he does. His cum washes over my tongue, coats my mouth, and I lick and suck his cock, swallowing every last drop, loving the taste of him, salty and heady and masculine, just the way he smells.
I’m still licking at his cock, my hand tight around the base, enjoying the way he’s still half-hard, tensing with every touch of my tongue, when he cups my chin gently in his palm. He draws my face up to his until I’m kneeling on the bench beside him.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring. I know he must taste himself on my lips, and that seems to make him even hotter. His hands circle my waist, lifting me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s resting me on my back on the table. His champagne glass falls, shattering on the floor, but neither of us stops, and the waiter doesn’t return, probably having been instructed to ignore any sounds we make in here.
Declan spreads my legs, pushing the table back so I’m spread before him, lying back against the table. He lifts my hips and pulls my skirt down in one shift motion. I gasp, the air of the room cold against my exposed skin. But it only gets colder as he leans in and catches my panties in his teeth, pulling those down next. I shiver when cold air hits my pussy, which is soaking wet now.
“I see you enjoyed that,” he comments, glancing up at me with one eyebrow lifted, grinning, looking hot and confident as hell kneeling between my legs. Then he leans in to nip at my inner thigh, biting and kissing his way up. His stubble brushes against my mound, and he’s so close I can feel his hot breath against my pussy lips… But he only turns his head, slides back to my knee, and starts to kiss and nibble his way up the other thigh instead. I groan faintly in protest and reach down to wind my hands through his hair.
“You’re such a tease,” I murmur.
He glances up at me to smirk. “You’ll regret calling me that soon,” he says, before he purses his lips and blows faintly, cool air gusting across my clit. I shudder, and he takes the opportunity to slide his hands beneath me, squeezing my ass hard. “I’m only just getting started,” he promises.
Then he leans in to lick the crease at my hipbone, and I shudder again, exhaling slowly, trying to hide how much this turns me on, how much I want him. But there’s no hiding that. Declan knows my body better than I do.
He trails his fingers along my lips, spreading me wide before him, while he takes his time, kissing me, his tongue tracing circles around my pussy, around my clit, not quite touching me there yet. His tongue and his fingers are hot, making me forget the cool air of the room. He opens his mouth wide to kiss my pussy and I arch my back, gasping, as his tongue finally dives into me, licking along my slit, tasting me fully.
Fuck. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Complete pleasure, hot and fierce, washes through me.
“You taste amazing,” he breathes, before he licks me again, slowly, back to front, lingering along the way until I’m panting with want. I want him to keep doing that. I never want him to stop. “I’m the first person to touch this pussy,” he whispers. Licks me again, slowly. “The first person to taste you.”
A shiver runs through me. “Don’t stop,” I gasp.
His tongue goes flat against me and slowly glides across my clit. The touch is electric, feeling his wet, strong tongue against my clit after so much teasing. I never knew it could feel like this. I buck against the table, my heart pounding as he licks me in slow, lingering strokes.
Then he dips lower, his tongue sliding in once more, this time going deeper. He delves into me, curling his tongue against my inner walls, driving inside me.
Nobody’s ever been inside me before. Nobody has ever done this to me. I moan, eyes shut, hands tightening in Declan’s hair.
He keeps at that for a while, tongue thrusting into and out of me, a hot rush of warmth flooding my body every time his tongue makes contact. Finally, he draws out again and trails back up to my clit, which feels thick with lust now. He circles the head of my clit, tongue toying with me, as his fingers keep my lips spread wide.
“How are you doing, my little virgin?” He pauses to grin up at me.
In response, I clench my hands in his hair hard. “Please, don’t stop.”
I feel one of his fingers along my slit, swirling in the juices there, before he slowly, slowly, pushes that finger inside me.
“God, you are so tight. I love your virgin pussy.”
There’s pressure at first, my pussy aching around him, until he licks my clit again, and I relax, letting him in. His finger curls inside me, stroking my front wall. Slowly, he begins to thrust that finger in and out of me, finding the same rhythm as his tongue, as he continues to lick my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
My hips rise off the table, my hands tightening of their own accord, pulling his face against me as I arch my back. I’m lost in the feeling, the sharp spike of pleasure as his finger dig deep into me, over a particularly sensitive spot. I never thought I had a G-spot. I heard that some women didn’t, but it seems Declan has found it, and he’s relentless. It’s a different kind of pleasure. Deeper, more intense than my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it. The intensity scares me a little.
His finger presses against that spot as his tongue laps at my clit, faster, harder now, and it’s all I can do to hold onto him, panting hard as I rise toward my peak.
“I’m going to come,” I pant, remembering how he told me earlier, and loving the sou
nd of that on my lips.
He pins my hips against the table with his free hand until I can’t move. I can only let him take me wherever he wants. My pleasure is his to command, and oh, how he commands it. His tongue works me in time with his finger, and finally, I’m too close to the edge to resist it any longer. With a cry of pleasure, I come, my whole body shaking against the table as my pussy tightens around Declan’s finger. He doesn’t stop, keeps licking and finger-fucking me, and before long, another peak rises up, out of nowhere, hitting me just as strongly as the first orgasm. My cry turns into a loud scream this time, and somewhere, deep down, I know the waiter heard. But I realize, I don’t even care.
“Your first orgasm.” He smirks at me. “It won’t be your last from me, if I have anything to say about it.”
I’m still shivering as Declan draws his finger out of me. Kisses my pussy once more, his tongue eliciting another jump as it flicks across my sensitive clit. Then he slides up my body, kissing my stomach and my breasts through my shirt, until he reaches my mouth. He lies across me on the table, kissing me hungrily. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, expecting this to be the moment.
I don’t even care that this is semi-public, that it will be my first time with a guy I hardly know, a guy who is bidding on my virginity on a sketchy online website. I just want him inside me. That thick cock of his thrusting into my tight pussy, taking me however he pleases. Making me feel the pleasure he promised.
But instead, Declan kisses me once more, gently, and disentangles my legs from his waist.
He stands up, offers me a hand, and pulls me up off the table. Smooths my skirt back down and pulls me up to stand beside him. I frown at him, but he’s already tidying the table, tucking his cock, which I can see is hard again, back into his pants and grabbing his coat from the back of his chair.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask, frowning, glancing around the restaurant. But it’s not the waiter, he didn’t come back.
“It’s time we be moving on,” he says, without meeting my eye. “I only had the restaurant for an hour.”