Sweet Thing (Naughty Things 2)

“Aww,” I say, bumping my shoulder into his chest. “Thank you.”

“I want to keep seeing you. What do I have to do to make that happen?”

I crinkle my nose at him. “You mean… be my boyfriend?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “But it doesn’t have to be that, I guess.”

“Hmm,” I say, thinking about this. “I mean, I like you. I do. And if you keep pursuing me I will give in and I will see you again. But you can’t come to prom with me.”

He laughs a little too loud, then shakes his head and looks down at his menu again. “We can start there and see what happens.”

When the waiter comes he orders us both water with lime and then puts his hand on my leg and slides it under my skirt.

“Not now,” I say, trying to swat him away.

But he just grips my leg tight—tight enough to tickle and make me gasp—then says, “Yes. Now. While we order. I want to see how you handle it.”

“How I handle it?”

“Coming in public.”

“Ryker,” I whisper. “No.”

“Oh, yeah. I lived up to my end of the deal, now you have to live up to yours. I want you to feel out of control. And ultimately you are in control. Aria. You can get up and walk out any time you want. I’ll take you home. Leave you alone. But I like to play games and this is the one I want to play with you. So you’re not in control. I am.”

“Jesus,” I mumble.

“Should we go? Or stay?” He slides his fingers right between my legs as he says that and even though I’m still super sore and it totally feels like there’s still a cock inside me, I’m also wet and hot for him.

“Stay,” I say.

And then he leans over and kisses me on the mouth. “You’re not going to regret it. Also, you should know. You’re mine now. So no one, and I do mean no one, but us will know what’s happening under your skirt. Got it?”

“OK,” I say, hesitantly.

“That means you can’t scream out, or moan, or whine, or squeak, or make any of those noises you were making last night. Understand?”

I take in a deep breath and nod. “OK.”

“Good,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss my mouth. “I’m going to get you off right now, before we order.”

“Right now?”

“Right now. So concentrate.”

But it’s very hard to concentrate when there’s several dozen business people in here with us and wait staff is bustling past our table every few seconds.

“Open your legs a little more,” he whispers, angling his body towards mine.

I do, and the tip of his finger begins playing with my clit as he gazes down into my eyes and says, “Now talk to me. Tell me about your day so no one knows what I’m doing.”

“My day was spent thinking about you.”

“Yeah? What kind of thoughts did you have?”

His finger slips down my slit and begins to push into my entrance.

“I thought about… how I could still feel you inside me when I woke up. And how sore I was.”

“Does this hurt?” he says, pushing his finger up a little further.

“Two waters with lime,” the waiter says, placing our drinks on the table. “Do you need a few more minutes?” he asks me.

And in that exact same moment, Ryker’s finger begins flicking my clit.

“Yes, please,” I say, barely managing not to squeak.

“Very well,” the waiter says with a small bow. “Take your time.”

“I don’t think we’ll need much time,” Ryker says. “Give us two minutes.”

“Two minutes,” the waiter says. “Be right back.”

“Two minutes?” I say.

“Two minutes, sweet thing. And keep talking.”

“Keep talking,” I repeat, just as he sticks his finger back inside me.

“You can lean back a little, if you need to. But not too much. And don’t make faces.”

“I’m not making faces.”

“You are making faces.” He laughs. “You look like someone is fingering you under the tablecloth right now.”

“Oh, God.”

“Minute and a half.”

“Put it all the way in,” I say. “And fuck me with it. Quick.”

“Holy shit, Aria,” he says. But he does what I ask. He slides his finger all the way up inside me until it’s so clear he is fingering me under the table—I feel like everyone is watching.

They aren’t. Or maybe they’re pretending not to. But it turns me on to think that they are. And one more flick of Ryker’s thumb on my clit and I do it. I come. Not a big climax, but a slow, gushing wet one that makes him lean in and kiss me right on the mouth.

CHAPTER TEN – RYKER

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter says. Just a few seconds after I remove my finger from Aria’s pussy and hold it under the table. I want her to lick it. She will lick it.

“Yes. Miss Amherst will have the truffle grilled cheese and I’ll have the ribeye sandwich.”