"What's-." I broke off as Joanne approached the table, the two glasses of tea on her tray keeping company with two glasses of water. As soon as she set down the first glass, I picked it up and took a long sip, barely tasting the tea but sure it was sweet enough. Catching her concerned frown, I said, "Sorry. Really thirsty."
"No worries." Setting the last glass down, she turned to Abraham. "The chef said to let you know since we just opened it's going to be about thirty minutes or so before the baked potatoes are ready so your total wait time will be about forty minutes."
"That's perfectly fine." Abraham squeezed my knee. "I haven't seen my girlfriend in a few days so I don't mind spending some extra time with her."
"Okay, then. I'll keep an eye on your glasses, stop by in a bit to see if you need any refills." Joanne gave me one last look before turning and wandering away, no doubt to tell her coworkers about how weird I was acting.
"Okay, I'll bite."
"Not in public, darling." Abraham leaned over and pressed his lips to my temple. "People might talk."
"Funny guy." I, on the other hand, wasn't feeling very humorous at the moment, not with the little egg vibrating away merrily inside me, my cunt getting wetter with each passing second. I dug my nails in to the top of his hand, sucking in a hissing breath when he squeezed my knee in return. "What's edging?"
"It's pretty much what it sounds like-I take you all the way to an edge of an orgasm." He turned up the speed on the vibrator, a small smile playing around the edges of his lips when I made a low sound in the back of my throat. The instant before I would have come, he shut the vibrator off, chuckling when I gasped. "And then it stops."
"Oh, that's just evil." I flicked my tongue over my lips, not surprised at the faint tremor in my hand when I reached for the glass of water in front of me. "And how long do you plan on doing this thing? The edging?"
"All through lunch." His smile grew wider. "And then all the way to the bar." The smile turned in to a full out grin. "And then maybe a little longer."
"So you're planning on torturing me for a couple of hours." I leaned my head back against the booth, drawing in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "Sounds like a super fun afternoon."
He laughed. "Eventually."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I survived lunch.
Barely.
There were a few moments where I thought my heart might give out and I was certain when I looked at my palms I'd find deep marks where I'd dug in my nails, hoping the pain would clear my head and keeping me from making a fool of myself.
It didn't work.
If anything, the minute pain put me that much closer to the proverbial edge.
By the time Abraham paid the bill and led me outside, I was a shaking, sweaty, quivering mess and I was certain our server thought I was either coming down with the flu or something equally as bad. The second we were both in the car, I reached over, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him toward me until we were nose to nose. "I swear to Jesus, if you don't let me come the minute we're in your apartment, I'm going to kill you."
"It's a good thing I'm not really in to the lifestyle because that sort of talk would ensure you didn't get what you wanted." He kissed the tip of my nose before lifting one hand and peeling away my fingers, kissing each one individually. Settling back in his seat, he said, "Seatbelt, please. It would be downright awful if we got pulled over on our way to the bar and had to waste fifteen, twenty minutes trying to talk our way out of a ticket."
"It would serve you right if I spent the entire drive sucking your cock only to stop as soon as we got there." I got a small, petty thrill when some of the amusement drained from his face and he swallowed. "Not a big fan of having the shoe on the other foot, are you?"
"Having experienced the wonderment of your mouth, I'd say that would be a pretty suitable punishment for doing nothing but teasing you for the last two hours."
"You're the one who decided to order dessert."
"I did, however, get it to-go." He nodded at the small box on the seat between us. "I have plans for those strawberries, by the way."
"And here I thought you were too much of a rebel for something as clichés as strawberries and chocolate." When he snorted, I laughed. "Okay, so not chocolate. Champagne?"
"Better than champagne."
"I don't think tequila really goes with strawberries, unless you're talking about a flavored margarita."
"You're going to break my heart if you tell me you actually drink things like that."
"Tequila is tequila." I sucked in a shaky breath when he turned on the vibrator yet again. Slanting him a look out of the corner of my eye, I said, "When you're begging here in a minute, no crying. Or crashing the car."
"Not to take anything away from you-because you have an amazing mouth-but it's going to take more than a blowjob for me to beg. Or wreck the car." Still, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, flicking his tongue over his lips as I adjusted my seatbelt until I was able to lean over and rest my chin on his thigh. "Are you sure you want to start something like this when we're in town?"
"Oh, now you're concerned with the possibility of being caught in a deviant act in public." I turned my head, blowing a steady stream of air over the tempting bulge a few inches away. "Don't worry, Mr. Upstanding Citizen. I'm not even remotely that brazen. I'm just biding my time."
"Right." He spread his legs a little wider and I chuckled. "Uh, so, what was the issue with the magazine?"
"Which one?" I stretched over a little further, pressing a light kiss to the front of his pants. "There've been a few."
"The one you were annoyed about when I got to the restaurant."
"How do you know I was annoyed? And even if I was, why would you think it had anything to do with the magazine?" Judging by the slight increase in speed and the lack of stopping, I was willing to bet we were either out of the town proper or close enough for government work. Wetting my lips, I shifted until I was able to grasp his zipper with my teeth, dragging it down slowly. As I'd expected, my party trick-and by party, I meant party of two-had him sucking in his breath and exhaling out a curse. "You good up there?"
"Yeah. Wonderful." He rested one hand on the top of my head, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "And I know you were annoyed because you get this little crease between your brows. And you purse your lips in a half pout."
"Hmm." Later, I'd have to wonder how he was already so familiar with my facial expressions. Right now, I was a little busy exacting payback for the last couple of hours. Even though my mouth was watering, I didn't immediately pull out his cock. Instead, I continued to breathe slow, steady breaths through the gap in his pants, chuckling again as his cock hardened even further. "Just a little hiccup with one of the new hires. I'll give her another chance to turn in an article worth running. If she can't come up with something by Monday, I'll have to do a quick write up to make sure we have enough copy."
"Is there any, uh, reason, why her work isn't worth printing?" His voice might have been a half octave or so higher, breathy and a little shaky, but his hand on my head was still steady. "I'm assuming it's more than some editing problems."
"We can talk about it later." I'd wanted to tease him, the way he'd teased me. It seemed only fair. But this close to his cock, I couldn't hold myself back. I scooted over a little further, shifting until I was able to ease his cock free of his pants, sucking my lower lip between my teeth as I studied the long, thick shaft. "You're going to want to concentrate on the road now, darling."
I flicked my tongue around the head, the precum salty and sweet. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I slid more of his cock in my mouth, stroking the underside of his shaft with my tongue. In this position, I couldn't take more than a third but if the flexing of his fingers in my hair was any clue, it was more than enough. I wanted to see his face, to watch what I did to him, but I'd have to settle for listening to his labored breathing, for feeling the muscles in his thigh jumping under my cheek.
I crossed my legs, clenching my own thighs as the dull throb of the vibrator turned in to a series of quick pulses. In response, I increased the suction on his cock, tapping my tongue on the small hole steadily leaking precum. When he tightened his grip in my hair, all but yanking me up to a sitting position, I winced, his cock slipping free on a pained gasp. "Abraham."