I suck his finger clean, unable to stop myself. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but Mickey’s making it a hell of a lot more intense.
Mickey leans in and brings me into an intense kiss. His tongue immediately breaks through the barrier of my lips and smashes against mine, fighting for a taste. He’s so fucking hot.
I can’t wait to see what he has in store for tonight.
Chapter 7
Mickey
We’ve been at the restaurant for an hour or so. The food’s good, but the view is astounding. Brianna looks amazing tonight. I can see the hours of labor she put into her outfit, making sure every inch was perfect for me. But there is one thing I’d love to change about her appearance.
A baby bump stretching her dress.
If I had my way, Brianna wouldn’t be seated opposite me. I’d have her on my fucking lap, feeling my cock wrestle against my pants to find its home inside her tight, virgin cunt. She’d be writhing and begging to feel my seed spill inside her.
I snap myself out of it before my mind wanders too far. Blood courses through my veins, and they strain against my skin at the thought of defiling Brianna in front of everyone here. But I have to remember where I am, a restaurant with civilized folk who don’t lean into my brand of sexual desires.
It’s probably best I left her on the other side of the table to start. She’s nervous about where the rest of the night will take her, about losing her virginity. A dirty bastard like me doesn’t understand those limitations. Doesn’t want to understand them. I only care about bringing Brianna to that special place: watching heaven and earth bond as one while her mind melts in pure ecstasy.
“The food was good,” she says. “It’s expensive, though.”
Her idle chit-chat makes me smile. It’s another wall for Brianna to hide behind for what’s to come.
“Five-star restaurants usually are,” I muse. “You deserve the best, Brianna. If you’d let me, I can give it to you.”
Her cheeks burn that vibrant glow that rouses a fire in my heart. I won’t just give her the best. I’d give her the whole world on a silver platter. It’s mine to offer and hers for the taking.
Brianna’s blushing suddenly subsides, with a dirty grin replacing it. My cock stands at attention so hard it’s about to give her a twenty-one gun salute. She grabs her drink glass and licks the tip of her straw with a seductive purr.
“You’re being awfully charming, but you can relax, Mickey. We both know where things are heading later,” she says. Her confidence is so fucking adorable.
“Later?” I crook a brow.
“The things you’re going to do to me when we get back to your place?” she poses it as a question, showing signs of her building nervousness.
“Who says I’m waiting to get back to my place?” I’d have preferred a booth hidden in the back, but the restaurant is packed. But I’m not about to let that get in the way of my need to touch her again. Who cares about these stuffy fucks anyway? “Why’d you think I made you take off your panties?”
“Maybe because you like the thought of me naked under the dress,” Brianna shrugs.
“You were already naked under the dress. But no, our fun won’t wait. It starts here,” I tease and pat the chair on my right, closest to the wall. “Come sit with me.”
Brianna gulps. She doesn’t look scared, but she’s bordering on anxious. I can’t blame her. We went from eating to dirty talk real quick, and I’m about to throw her off the deep end.
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“What we came here for.” I take a sip of my beer. “Kick the night off with a bang.”
She slides out of her chair, and her eyes dart to the many patrons enjoying their meals around us. No one is paying attention, but her frantic gaze might alert them to our misbehaving. She slips into the chair beside me, hoisting the tablecloth over her thighs, and tugs it tightly against her legs. She’s intrigued, it’s clear to see by the twinkling delight in her ocean-blue eyes, but she doesn’t want to make it obvious.
“What if someone sees us? What if they hear me?” She asks. The same fear she’s clung to since we left her home.
This has been a twisted fantasy of mine since the moment I laid eyes on Brianna. It was only made worse in that dump bar she works in. She bellowed out, and the world knew what was happening inside that small staff bathroom, but their imaginations will never live up to the real deal.
“Forget about the rest of the world, and let me pleasure you.” I rest a hand on Brianna’s knee. The warmth of her sex radiates over her skin.
I bet she’s already soaked for me.
Brianna draws in a deep breath, and her body relaxes. I lean in close and press my lips against her neck. A soft squeak of a moan leaves her lips, but she catches it before it goes too far. I’ve barely touched her, and this is the reaction I’m getting? I can’t wait to watch her squirm with pleasure.