The thing is that the night isn’t over yet, and Jaxson Thorn is one incredible guy. Who knows what he has in store for me? Maybe he’s planning on taunting and teasing me all night. Maybe he just wants to see what choice I’ll make.
Will I go with what I know?
Or will I be brave?
“All right,” I say. “I’ll come here. Can I lean the chair back a little?” He nods, and I adjust the seat so I’m lying almost completely flat. I spread my legs a little wider, and I peek at Jaxson. He’s watching me. His eyes are hungry, and I don’t miss the tent in his pants. I’m affecting him, and that itself makes me even wetter.
I close my eyes and run my hands over my body. Everything feels tight and tense, and I’m so close to coming. I just need a little bit more, just a little push, and then I’ll be over the edge.
“You look so sexy, Lily,” Jaxson’s voice cuts into my thoughts. I don’t open my eyes. I keep them closed and just allow myself to feel him.
I listen to his words, and I think about how I must look to him: wanton, ready, sultry.
Seductive.
“I can’t wait to see you come, pretty girl. I’ve been thinking about it all week. Did you know that? I bet you’ve been thinking about me, too. That’s why you finally texted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ve been thinking about you so much.”
“And have you been touching yourself when you think of me?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too. When I think of the way you opened up for me on Saturday, how you spread your legs and came, I get so damn hard, Lily. Even at work, I get so fucking hard thinking of you that I have to jerk off. I want you so bad, beautiful. Come for me, now. Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
The fact that we’re in a parking lot has long been forgotten.
All I’m thinking about is Jaxson, and I come for him. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, and I orgasm long and hard in the front seat of his car.
And then I open my eyes.
He’s smiling at me.
“You’re so fucking pretty. That was incredible.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I’m so proud of you for being brave. I’m so happy you decided to come for me.”
“Me too.” It would have been easy to say that I’d rather not have any orgasms tonight than have to come in public, but where’s the challenge in that? I want to change. I want to be different. I want to try new things and I want to find out what this whole submission thing is all about.
And the truth is that I like being around Jaxson for more than just the sex. He’s interesting, and he’s fun to talk to, and I’m looking forward to enjoying a nice, wonderful meal with him.
I’m looking forward to seeing where this thing between us is going to go.
**
Jaxson chose a quiet Mexican restaurant with the best burritos in town.
“I’m a messy eater,” I warn him when we sit down. “So don’t stop liking me when you see how not-graceful I can be.” He chuckles, and the sound warms my heart.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I didn’t choose this because I thought it was going to be a really fancy meal. I chose this place because the food is good and the atmosphere is calm. Plus,” he motions around. “It’s not too busy on Thursday nights, so we have some privacy.”
“Does that mean we’re going to be having a heart-to-heart?”
“Something like that.”
We order our food, and then Jaxson tells me all about growing up and his life and his family. He talks about Anchored, and how it’s helped him find himself. He talks about how being part of the club has opened his eyes about what makes a good relationship.