“I’m soon going to be playing with you.” She turns and walks into the private room where tonight’s dinner is taking place leaving me with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I’ve always found her sexy, but I’ve never seen her as the sexy siren before.
“The great Donovan has fallen,” Phoenix chuckles, “but I’d close your jacket and get that sappy look off your face before Reece catches you.
“Did you see her?” I mumble, running my hands through my hair in an effort to loosen my lust-ridden body up. “I mean…fuck.”
“C’mon. Get your brain from what’s beneath that dress and let’s go and take our seats so we can change the seating if we don’t like whose next to us.” Phoenix gives me a shove, which gets my feet moving.
“I hate to break this to you, but you’re not going to get that privilege on this occasion as it’s your rehearsal dinner. My guess is you’ll be sitting between Thalia and her mom.” I grin. That shut him up.
But my grin slips as I see my sexy siren in the seat next to where I’ve just been directed making sweet talk to the guy beside her. I don’t think so.
Quickly stalking over to the table, I yank my chair out and drop into it much to Mara’s amusement. The guy on her left frowns over at me. Probably realizing his chances with this delicious babe have just gone out through the window.
“Donovan, this is Matt. A cousin of Thalia’s.”
“Hi Matt,” I lean forward and shake his hand, “nice to meet you.” I’m tempted to make a claim on my girl in front of the guy, but then I can’t guarantee he isn’t going to open his mouth in Reece’s hearing.
Sitting back in my seat, I ignore him. In fact I end up ignoring everyone for the next ten minutes. My head suddenly feels like it’s going to explode with the stress of hiding from my friends. It feels like I’m ashamed of being with Mara, which is so far from the truth. I’ve never been good at lying, which is probably why the guys always used to make sure my mouth was full with food whenever we were being questioned about something we’d gotten up to.
“What’s wrong,” Mara asks as I feel her hand on my thigh waking my shaft up.
“I hate sitting beside you and not being able to touch you. You’re mine Mara. I hate not being up front with everyone,” I whisper under my breath.
“I hate that too.” Her hand creeps further north and now rests inches from where I ache for her touch.
“Keep going,” I hiss.
It’s killing me not pressing up into her hand, but right now I’m thanking my lucky stars that the tablecloth is long and pools in my lap.
Her hand lands on my balls as she presses down, she moves along my growing length…then fuck…she has my zipper down and is reaching in for my erection. This is so not a good idea. I try to move out of her grasp, but she holds tight and finally frees me.
I gulp and my legs quiver with her finger rubbing against the slit on the tip of me. The more she caresses me, the harder I’m getting, which is a shocker as I already thought I was hard as fuck.
“I want to taste you,” she breathes into my neck.
My dick surges in her hand. I’m going to be so fuckin’ lucky if I don’t come with her hand on me beneath the table.
“Oops. I dropped my knife,” Mara says before ducking under the tablecloth.
Then for mere seconds I feel her mouth sucking on the head of my cock before she’s sitting back in her seat again with a devilish grin on her face. Turning to me, she licks her lips and shoves me back into my trousers and fastens them. I suppose I should be glad she didn’t get me with the zipper.
Closing my eyes, I try to catch my breath and when I open them I see Sarah across the table glaring at us. I grin and then proceed to take notice of my surroundings to try and get the lust for the girl beside me out of my body.
Okay Donovan, concentrate on the room.
The room that used to give me the creeps about twenty years ago when I’d sneak in to get out of the way of the adults. I think it had more to do with the darkness of the room because back then it was dark and gloomy and had the look of Frankenstein’s house. I always blamed Reece for that as it was him who’d snuck the movie out of the house so we all could watch it on the VCR his dad had set up for us in part of the double garage. I don’t think I slept for a month after that.
Well at least the décor has been modernized, in fact it doesn’t look that bad now from what I can see with the dimmed lighting. The room isn’t large, but elegant and they seem to have a thing about chandeliers.
“Prawns,” the server asks, jerking my attention to him. Before I can answer a fancy glass is placed in front of me with the horrid stuff inside. I hate prawns.
Mara chuckles beside me, and pushes her glass slightly away from her place setting.
“Eat up,” she says, knowing good and well that I hate the suckers.
“Why don’t you eat up?” I grin, knowing good and well that she hates them too.