“What are you doing?” Lenny asked, though she didn’t stop my next move. I grabbed her by the waist and set her atop my leg.
“I’m feeling you, Lenny.” I took her ear between my teeth and shifted my thigh slightly. Seeing her pussy at the table had made me crave it. I needed it on me somehow. So I put her on my leg. The hot, wet thing was resting on my thigh, lips spread around me, juices soaking into my jeans.
I hadn’t planned to do anything when I brought Lenny behind the restaurant—anything more than what I’d done already—but Lenny and me were like gunpowder and fire. If you kept that stuff around each other, eventually something was going to explode.
“I want you Vic,” Lenny moaned, and started riding against me. “So badly I’d let you take me anywhere, anytime.” I threw my head back at her words. If Lenny thought she wanted me badly, then I was a slave to her. I would get on my knees in the middle of a church if she asked me to fuck her.
I slid my finger between her folds, so that she was also riding my digit. Her eyes popped.
“Vic!” Lenny moaned. If there was a better feeling in the world than having Lenny’s cunt dueling with my finger and thigh, I hadn’t found it. Maybe wrapped around my cock. Possibly a three way tie with my tongue.
“Shh…” I hushed her, but damn if I didn’t grin.
“Oh god…” Her eyes rolled back and she lolled her head.
“Babe, you gotta be quiet.” I punctuated how serious I was by thrusting the finger inside her. She bore down against my thigh, fucking me hard.
“I… You…Jerk.” Lenny bit her lip and I leaned forward, catching it with a kiss. She sighed into my mouth. When I made a come hither motion with my finger, her sighs turned into moans. As she moved faster against my thigh, her moans transformed into wails. Hot breaths against my lips as she unraveled against my mouth. Still, she was too loud.
“Should I stop?” I started to slide my finger out.
“Don’t you dare.” She bit my lip, tugging it out with her teeth.
I thrust my finger back inside her and at the same time growled, “Fucking ride me, Lenny. Come all over me.” She upped her pace. I gripped her lower back, pulling her closer.
“Oh,” Lenny squeaked. “Oh!” It was a high pitched, surprised noise that she occasionally made. The sound always drove me fucking mad with lust. It was as if she couldn’t believe her orgasm was about to hit her.
“Are you going to come?” I w
hispered in her ear. She nodded frantically. I wiped the hair from her forehead and said, “You’re so beautiful when you come.” Lenny bit my shoulder and, by the way she dug into me, I had to imagine she would’ve been wailing. I could tell when she finished by the way her body loosened. Oh, and by the way she eventually stopped tearing into my shoulder. I kept holding her waist, but slowly slid my finger out. She shivered and clasped my shoulder.
“Round two?” I joked.
“Don’t even,” Lenny laughed against my pectoral. “You know I would.” My entire hand was wet with her cunt, having dripped down from my finger.
“God you’re fucking delicious,” I said as I licked myself clean. When I’d had my fill of her, I lifted Lenny off my leg and put her back down. She swayed. “Careful,” I said against her lips. I held her up, putting her skirt back down in the process. My hand may have brushed her round ass.
It took a few seconds, a few blinks, and a few well placed kisses until she was back on Earth.
“Are you okay?” She looked at the spot on my shirt where her teeth marks were punctuated by dark saliva. I shrugged at the question, instead asking my own.
“Are you okay? Is the baby? Was that too rough?”
She leaned into my chest, smiling. “It was perfect.”
We walked back to our table but dinner still hadn’t arrived. The bread basket I’d requested was there, though. Something about Lenny only eating salad and fries hadn’t sat right with me.
“Do you think it will ever go away?” Lenny asked.
“We can ask the waitress to take the bowl away. I wasn’t sure a salad would be enough.”
Lenny waved me off. “No this need between us. I mean, even now I’m crossing my legs and we just fucked minutes ago.”
“Maybe.” I grinned, thinking about her throbbing beneath the table. It was no secret I was always ready to go when Lenny was around. Still, the gravity of her question pressed. I reached across the table and clasped her hand. “If it does, you’ll still be here. My perfect, off-kilter, brilliant Lenny.”
Lenny cocked her head, a wry smile on her lips. “You’re kind of sweet.”
“That’s what they tell me.” I released her hand.