LOVE ‘EM(13)
The waiter stops. “Is everything all right here?”
Jackson looks to me, eyebrow raised, his finger swirling up from my depths to circle my clit. “You all right, Ronnie? You have everything you need?”
I swallow hard, my cheeks heating. “I’m good for now. I might need something further in a little bit. Thanks. How about you, Jackson?”
He loosens his tie even more. “For the moment, I’m all right. But I agree. Later, I’ll definitely need something extra.”
The waiter nods. “Yes, sir. I’ll check back in a short while then.”
Shayna scoots down in the booth a tad. “You two, really?”
Baxter looks at her, surprise on his face, but then he grins and nods in our direction. “Y’all go right on ahead. Not bothering me a damn bit.”
My cheeks burn, but Baxter’s encouragement seems to fire up Jackson in a different way. His cock hardens in my grip as I slide my fingers up and down. He increases his pace at my slit.
The pressure in my pussy builds with each swipe of his finger over my bud. I bite my bottom lip as I try to fight the urge to buck against Jack’s hand. Instead, I throw my leg over his, making more room for him to move.
When the wet noises from under the table become audible, Shayna pushes Baxter out of the booth. “Come on. I need to get a little air.”
They walk away, Baxter’s hand riding low on Shayna’s sequin-clad ass. Hmm. “Interesting.”
Jackson leans close, his breath hot on the shell of my ear. “I want to taste you.”
Yes. That. Let’s do that. Really soon.
He pulls his hand from under the table, leaving my throbbing pussy lonesome. He sucks the juice from his fingers, making me even more wet. Then he slides his tongue around his thick fingers, and down between them. I lick my lips, and his eyes latch onto the movement.
His lips crash down on mine. My cream mixed with his whiskey. It tastes of man and sex and all the heat I’ve been missing for the last two years, three months, and twenty-six days. Yes, I’ve counted.
The more we kiss, the higher the pressure in my womb. His hand dives between my legs as he dominates my mouth. Jack wiggles a second finger into my slit, and a small moan escapes. He captures the sound with his mouth sealed over mine.
When we come up for air, he pulls back and runs his thumb across my lower lip. “You surprise me, Ronnie.”
I nip the edge of his thumb. “How so?”
He rams his other fingers deeper into my pussy, tickling the innermost parts of me. “I never thought you’d be the kind of girl to get down and dirty in a restaurant. I had you pegged for more of a flowers and courtship first, only give up the poontang after the I DOs are said kind of gal.”
I rock my hips, grinding against his hand.
“Oh, I am. But that’s only for guys who I actually want a relationship with.” I lean up and bite his bottom lip. “I don’t even particularly like you, so I can do what I want with you—you don’t matter all that much to me.”
I don’t matter, so she can do what she wants with me?
Fuck yeah, she can!
My smile spreads, and I give her a smacking kiss on her cheek. “Now that’s my kind of girl.”
I’ll walk away afterward, free and clear. No strings, because she doesn’t even like me.
Score!
Baxter and Shayna return to the dining room. After they slide into the booth, I order a round of after-dinner drinks and dismiss the waiter.
Shayna’s hair is disheveled, and one of the thin straps of her dress is missing, likely tucked into the top edge.
I wish I were buried balls-deep in Ronnie’s sweet pussy right about now. But anticipation is half the fun. So, I sink knuckle-deep into her hot, wet cunt, turning my fingers so I can rub the knot just inside. In return, she gives me a grunt and sucks in a small gasp.
Shayna makes a face and shakes her head.
That’s it, I’ve had enough of this shit. “Shayna, what are you over there giving Ronnie the stink-eye for? You’re looking freshly fucked, so it can’t be that you disapprove of public foreplay. Is the problem our specific location?”
She pulls up the top of her dress. “No. I actually kinda like a little exhibitionism when the opportunity presents itself. The problem is the jackass she’s fooling around with. You probably won’t even give her a courtesy O before you dump her out on the front lawn.”
I smile and nod. “Fair enough. But don’t worry; I’ll make sure Ronnie gets hers. I pride myself on not busting a nut until the lady’s been satisfied.”
Ronnie tightens her hold on my cock until it’s almost painful. “Sitting right here, thank you.”