I slip my finger under the elastic of her panties. My cock goes granite hard. No curls, nothing but smooth skin all the way to that honeyed little bead.
My hard-on is about ready to burst out of my slacks. I take Ronnie’s hand and guide it to the ridge in my pants. She hesitates, but then her fingers dance over my raging erection.
Oh, yeah. She’s enjoying the shit out of this.
Dirty girl.
Good Lord. What does he have in there? A freaking fire hose?
As well hung as a mule? He just might be.
My heart loses its rhythm when Jackson presses on my clit and his finger pushes down between my lips, dipping into my entrance. I let out a tiny sound.
Shay tosses me a glare. I smile, trying to play off like I don’t have the prince of late night’s finger swimming in my drenched pussy, two feet from her, hidden only by a tabletop and a very thin cloth.
As his finger moves in and out, I part my legs to give him better access.
This is so wrong. I don’t even like this guy, but—the way—he—oh, God—makes me—I bite my bottom lip to keep from making that sound again. I want to hop up on the table and let him lick it. Suck it. Fuck it.
I check around the room. Does anyone else know what’s going on?
Well, besides our table partners. Because after that filleting I received in the ladies’ room, I have no doubt that it’s more than obvious to them.
If they know, too bad. Tell me I’m a goody two-shoes. I’m not. This proves it. I break rules. I’m breaking a big one right now. No one knows. Well—I do. Jackson does. Shay does.
Screw Shay. If she wanted to, she’d lie on the table, hike her skirt, and let someone eat her for dessert and think nothing of it. So what if I’m the one to have a little fun for once? I can break any rule I want.
I lick my lips and open my legs more as I pop open the snap at his fly. His dick springs free. Commando. Why did that always seem gross until Jackson? Because his cock is huge? Because I really want him naked, so no underwear works for that plan? Maybe a bit of both.
I take his silky shaft in my hand, sliding my fingers to its head. My thumb finds the drop of pre-cum on the end of his massive cock. I smear the soft liquid over the head of his erection, and it jumps under my fingers.
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.”