Continuing my urgent strokes, I sweep my thumb across her swollen clit, and that’s all it takes. Layla comes apart in my arms, opening her mouth against mine. I caress her tongue with my own as I keep the pace, pushing her further and further, not easing up as her orgasm gets stronger and stronger.
She clutches at my shoulders, her hips buck wildly, and hot, wet heat radiates all around my fingers as she comes so fucking hard that it takes all my self control not to flip her around, climb up behind her, and fuck her so hard that just the sights and sounds of us make every other dude in the restaurant jizz in their pants.
“Jacob,” she moans against my mouth as she collapses back, her body still quaking with aftershocks. She stares at me in shock. Then because I just have to know if she’s as sweet as I’ve imagined, I pull my dripping fingers from her hot pussy and bring them to my lips, smiling as I lick her juices off.
I groan, needing more of this. I don’t even care that we’re in the restaurant anymore. I want her. And I’m going to have her.
Layla
I can’t believe I just came in the restaurant. Jake makes women come on television with his face on their pussy, but this is just the two of us, in a restaurant, and banquette seating is not the same as stadium seating, you know?
Still, I can’t help but want more!
Jake looks at me, slowly taking the tip of his finger to his mouth and sucking my cum off, his tongue lapping up my juices.
That tongue…yeah. He says he’s good with his fingers too, and he is. But you know I’m thinking about a certain famous tongue. I want to know what that cock’s got in store for me, though, and post-orgasm, I can’t resist being even naughtier.
“Jacob,” I breathe, my voice still shaky from my silent but less than still orgasm just moments ago. “Fuck me, right here in this restaurant.” The words come out and even though I said them, I’m still shocked by them.
And the words? They just keep coming. “I know you’re hard. I know you want it, too.” Who am I right now, and why do I love this newer, more empowered to ‘slut it up’ me?
Jake laughs but this is no innocent sound, but full of a consuming lust that is going to incinerate us both. “How could I not be hard with the way that you moaned, or rather squeezed your thighs against my hand and shuddered and tried not to moan, just a few seconds ago?” He runs a finger over my thighs. “You’re still flushed. I can smell your pussy right now. I know you want me right now as much I want you.”
My legs are quivering now. That stroking finger isn’t enough when what I really want is his cock inside me.
For a second I literally don’t know how the hell he can fuck me right here in this restaurant booth, but the banquette seating is my opening.
Jake already has a plan, lifting up my leg and pushing my thong to the side again. I’m still so sticky and wet from the orgasm he gave me. The s
ight of him licking my cum off his fingers is easily one of the most sensual things I’ve ever seen.
I lick my lips and he looks at me, his hands circling my waist. I spread my thighs for him and lean in to kiss Jake, tasting myself on his lips.
My tongue slides along his as our bodies press together in frenzied lust. My pussy calling for him and I’m a ravenous, wild person I hardly recognize with just how much I want him. I take a hand to free his cock from his trousers and his boxers, ready to do something so wild. I mean, no one is going to suspect we’re doing this, really. I just came but no one is analyzing my face, and my flush right now. No one is thinking about how they can smell my pussy in the air…and if they are, they’re going to keep it to themselves.
Or they aren’t.
I can’t find a way to care because I just want him, need him inside of me.
With Jake’s hands on my hips, he lifts me up so that the head of his cock is lined with my opening, before sliding me onto his hard shaft. A slow moan escapes me, and my hips begin to wave, as Jake looks at me and we're both shocked by how perfectly we fit together.
Our bodies move slowly together as he slides and sits up so that his hand is cradling my neck, guiding me on and off of his cock.
My breathing is unsteady, my balance on him is tenuous, but the sensual feel of him inside me even though we’re sitting in a public dining area…it shoots a thrill through my body that pulses right to my clit. My pussy clenches around Jake’s cock. The slow rhythm is tantalizingly good and I have never felt so incredible in my life.
Jake does something to me. Something so wicked and delicious that I don’t want to stop. I think this is my favorite thing on the menu here…
“Just like that, Layla,” he begins before adding, “nice and slow. Let me fuck you right here, with all these people, and you don’t care because you just want me too bad to care.”
I do as he instructs and continue to lift my body and lower onto him. Seeing his expression of pleasure gives me the energy I need to continue, increasing my pace.
Jake’s hands grip around my breasts, sliding into the fabric of my dress and massaging me while lifting his hips to press further inside of me. I know someone could look at us right now and they’d know what we’re doing, that maybe I should push his hand away. Maybe not let him feel up my tits and fuck me right here in the restaurant.
“Mmm…” he moans when I lean down and kiss his neck with my tongue.
I know, that’s kind of a risk, what if someone knows, right?
“Yes! Oh, Jacob, baby,” I moan a little less than quietly, my orgasm already brewing deep within me.