"Fuck, baby, that was incredible," I murmur into her neck. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Holy fuck."
"Really?" she asks breathlessly. "It didn't bother you that others were watching?"
I finally pull away so I can look at her. "Fuck, no. I love showing you off. And you should enjoy showing off." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
She just stares at me, breathless and wide-eyed, before she finally nods. "Yes," she breathes. "I liked when they looked at me. But I liked whenyoulooked at me even more."
A possessive sound rumbles through my chest. I feel an urge to kiss her and I don't even try to fight it, I just lean forward and capture her lips with mine.
"I can't wait to get you home," I growl into her skin. "I'll show you off every minute of every day and I don't care who watches you, as long as it's my bed you end up in."
She shivers in my arms and presses closer. “Take me home,” she says quietly. “I need you.” But before I can respond, she glances at the barely half-smoked hookah and starts to backtrack. “I mean, I know we’ve only been here for half an hour, so we can finish the hookah first if you want—“
“Screw the hookah,” I growl. “If you want to go home, we’ll go home. It’s your night, Hailes. What would you rather do?”
She takes another look at the table, with our barely touched drinks and still-burning shisha, then says, “We should probably stay a little longer.” She cuts off my protest when she repeats, “Let’s stay a little longer.”
I study her expression but eventually nod my agreement.
It takes us twenty minutes to smoke the rest of it. We chat a little, but for the most part we just enjoy each other's silent company as we take turns smoking.
It's an odd combination, the feeling of the shisha mellowing us out while the sparks of our sexual tension charge the air between us at the same time. I never take my hands off her. I alternate between teasing touches along her neck, her side, her thigh, and gentle brushes of my lips against her skin. With every touch, every heated glance, the flame of our lust ratchets higher. So I'm not surprised when she finally grabs my hand and breathes, "Let's go."
As soon as we get home, I'm pushing her against my bedroom wall and ducking down to drag my tongue up her neck. When I reach her ear, I gently nip her earlobe before asking in a rough voice, "Would you like to be a queen or a whore tonight, baby girl?"
Her eyes darken with her desire. But she doesn't even hesitate before she whispers, "Both."
I nod. "As you wish." Then I reach for my belt buckle and order, "On your knees, then."
She drops to the floor, and I almost blow my load at just the sight of her. She looks up at me with eyes so trusting, that for a moment I freeze and just stare at her, awed by the sight of Hailey feeling so comfortable with me.
But when her eyes flick to my pants and her tongue darts out to lick her lips, I snap back to reality.
I hurriedly pull the belt from my pants, then I lean down to loop it around Hailey's neck. Her eyes widen when she realizes what I'm doing.
"Do you trust me?" I murmur, stroking her cheek with a gentle touch. She leans into it for a moment, her eyes closing, but then she focuses back on me and nods.
"Yes," she whispers on a breathless exhale.
I let my fingers trail for another moment. "Good girl."
Then I grab the end of the belt with one hand and unzip my pants with the other.
"I'll start slow, and I won't do anything that will hurt you," I promise her. I gesture toward her hands. “Put your hands on my thighs. If at any point you want to stop, I want you to slap my leg. Do you understand?” She gives me an eager nod and places her hands where I need them.
“I want to hear you say it out loud, baby,” I say firmly.
She swallows and answers, “I understand. I’ll slap your leg if I want you to stop.”
“Good girl,” I murmur. I pause one more time to make sure this is something that she wants, but when I see the readiness blazing in her eyes, I have my answer. When I free my leaking, swollen cock from my jeans, those eyes glaze over with lust.
"Suck me," I murmur, pairing my order with a light tug on the belt.
She immediately takes me in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around my head and sucking enthusiastically. I groan in ecstasy.
"Such a sweet mouth," I praise. "Look at me."
Her eyes shoot open and look up to lock with mine. And when she holds my gaze and takes most of my dick in her mouth, I groan and brace my hand on the wall.