Endless Obsession

“Yes. And I don’t know who he is. I’ve never met him.”

“What do you mean, you’ve never met him? You’re saying my rival is some mysterious guy?” I feign my surprise.

She looks embarrassed. “Yes.”

“Don’t you think that’s dangerous? What if he’s some psycho?”

I’m going to hell for this. I know I am, but I can’t help but enjoy it. She squirms in her chair and it only makes my dick hard. I’m a twisted bastard.

“I don’t know what to think. I’ve talked with him over the phone and have texted with him. I don’t want him to be some weirdo. I—” She stops talking and shakes her head. “I can’t discuss this with you. It doesn’t feel right.”

The waitress comes back to our table for our orders. Before Poppy can ask for more time, I order for her.

“An order of oysters on the half shell and a plate of shrimp gumbo for the lady. And for myself, white catfish sprinkled with Cajun, a large order of hush puppies, and a Mexican cocktail.”

She writes down our orders, grabs the menus, and scampers off.

“I love oysters,” she says.

“I know.” Before she can question me, I brush my leg against hers underneath the table. One reason I picked this restaurant is because the tables are so small. There’s not much room under them, which gives me the perfect opportunity to touch her. I just wish it was without clothes. I keep my leg against hers, and I’m pleased when she doesn’t move hers away.

She fiddles with the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at me as she blushes. She is such an intriguing contradiction. One minute she’s fine and talking normally, and the next she’s blushing and can barely hold my gaze. I like both sides of her. My new mission is to discover all the ways I can make her blush.

She’s looking down at her lap, her eyes flicking back and forth over something. I bet she’s looking at her phone. I know she’s looking to see if Sterling has messaged her back. I decide to take pity on her.

I scoot my chair back and drop my napkin on the table.

“Restroom. I’ll be back in a moment.”

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; She nods. I smile secretly as I walk away. I go far enough out of sight so she can’t see me and pull my phone from my pocket. There’s a potted plant at the edge of the hallway, so I can see her as I type out my message.

Me: How is your trip so far, Beautiful?

Her body jerks when she hears her phone ding. I feel envious when she smiles her gorgeous smile as she looks down and sees the message. She lifts her head and looks around the room briefly. A moment later, my phone vibrates.

Poppy: It’s hot, but it’s beautiful here.

I smile and lift my head to see her eyes still aimed at her lap.

Me: Is Asher behaving himself?

I chuckle quietly when her throat bobs with her thick swallow. She lifts her thumb to her lips and bites down on her nail. It takes her a few seconds to answer.

Poppy: Yes. He’s being very nice.

Hmm… so my little Poppy can lie. It’s a good thing I’m Asher, but I still think she needs her ass tanned for not telling me the truth.

I play with her a bit more.

Me: I think you’re lying, Beautiful. I think Asher wants to strip you bare and fuck every hole you have to offer. I bet he’s thinking about it right now. The question is, are you thinking about it too? Do you want him to lick every inch of you? To play with your pussy and suck on your tits? Are you thinking about sliding your tongue along his cock and taking it deep in your throat until you gag? Or maybe him gripping your hair tight with your face smashed against the wall as he fucks you hard and dirty from behind? Are you going to give Asher my pussy tonight, Poppy?

Fuck! Now my dick is hard and aching from that little stunt. I watch as her face flushes once again and it does nothing to help my situation. Before she has a chance to respond, I walk from the hallway and back over to the table. When she sees me coming, her eyes grow wide and she fumbles with the phone in her lap. I hear a clunk as it falls to the floor.

“Allow me.”

Smiling internally, I walk to her side of the table to grab her phone, but she beats me to it.