Losing all conscious control, I move my mouth down Jake’s shaft as hard as I can while I bring one of my hands up to my right breast and tug on my nipple like Jake is doing to the other. I want to touch my pussy, too, but the aching in my nipples makes them top priority.
“Fuck, you look so hot, sucking my cock while we play with your tits,” Jake groans.
I can tell that he’s closer to coming now, and my own orgasm wouldn’t be all that far away if I drag my fingers down to my clit. But not yet.
Right now, I want Jake to come. I want him to blow a fresh load of cum right down my throat and I want to swallow him up, right here under the table.
I start bobbing up and down on the shaft, running my tongue up and down the length and bringing my hand to stroke him while I suck on just the head.
Looking up at him, I see the erotic torture I’m putting him through and I know that he needs me to swallow him up with much tighter suction. I give his cock a few more tugs and then I open wide and wrap my lips around him, sucking tightly until I practically have a seal around his 12 inches. There's a very wet seal, and I hear the wet sound of me taking him even further in my mouth as I swallow up every strand of pre-cum that leaks from the tip of Jake’s cock.
He squeezes my whole tit in his hand, the other hand grabbing a handful of my hair. “I’m gonna fucking come,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Swallow me, Layla, swallow every last drop right here.”
I nod playfully, taking his cock all the way down my throat as I feel him start to explode. While the hot jets of cum stream down my throat, I swallow around him with my throat and make sure that I get every drop I can from his cock into my mouth. Unfortunately, there’s just so much cum. Well, unfortunate for my investigation, but fortunate for my lust, because I love that his cum is dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin.
"Fuck," Jake says, his finger sweeping along the curve of my chin. I shiver along with the curve of his touch and I want to be able to lean forward and pull his hand back to my breasts. I think again about being noticed, and I shy away for a second, but then I remember what we just did and...well, how horny I still am.
His fingers drop down my cleavage, stroking the swell of my breasts on each side on the way, trailing his fingers down to my still-exposed, still-sticky pussy. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat. I try to swallow but I don't. I can't. After everything, after how brazen I felt, I'm stuck in a moment thinking just how much I want him...and then his fingers plunge inside me. Fast, hard, he pumps several of his fingers into my pussy and starts to crook them until my legs are shaking under the table. Then, quickly pulling them out, I let out a yelp as he pulls my legs up more and he shoves his fingers into my ass, scissoring them to stretch me and make me groan at the way he's stroking inside me.
"Your ass is so tight," Jake says in a low sensual voice that instinctively makes me pull closer to him. "Even tighter when I do..." he draws up his other fingers and slides them into my pussy, filling my holes up so intensely that I reach out and clutch the tablecloth to release some of the tension building within me. Of course, it isn't enough. It could never be enough, not if it is anything other than an orgasm. Jake's fingers keep stroking in me but they don't get me close enough to the edge of ecstasy. He keeps me right on the brink. I bring my other hand forward and close around the back of his neck, aching to touch him more...and definitely in hopes that he'll stroke a little harder, a little faster. I crave his touch more than I've ever craved anything in my life and I feel the idea that I'm inside of a restaurant fading far from the edges of my mind. All I care about is my lust and having it fulfilled. My breathing goes ragged and I suck lungfuls of air as he starts to rub slower circles inside me. "Jacob," I whine out and his eyes capture mine.
"I told you I was good with my fingers," he says with a smug grin.
"Mmm," I moan. "That you are," I say with a laugh, leaning closer to him so that my nose rests against his chest for just a second.
The movement increases the intensity and his fingers in my pussy and ass start to overwhelm me. Raw need makes my lips tremble and my legs shake. "Oh God!" I cry out and I squeeze my hold on his neck harder.
"Yeah, Layla, you want to come, don't you? You're so close. I feel you squeezing around me," he says, half-taunting, half-teasing. "I want you to come right here, cover my fingers with your cum," Jake says. His eyes lock with mine.
That's my undoing. The absolutely erotic look in his eyes captivates me and pushes me right over the edge yet again. My blood is on fire underneath my skin and a need rolls back into my brain and sets fireworks off in my skull. My nipples are tight and aching. Whimpering, I suck in my lower lip and let a low moan escape my lips. My orgasm is a flutter, start-stop, ongoing push and pull feeling that seems to bloom through my body with a hot, wet pressure that’s desperate to be released. My eyes roll back and finally squeeze shut as the ripples of bliss float through my being and make me forget where I am. I cry out and feel Jake’s finger—dripping with my cum on my lips. I suck down every last drop of my pussy juice coating his fingers while he pumps his fingers into my ass, slowly building up a tantalizing speed that serves to keep my pleasure coasting right on the surface.
“Fuck, Layla, your pussy smells better than anything they cook here,” Jake says, and I watch him take a finger and stroke it through my cum-covered pussy folds. “And it tastes better, too.”
I tremble at the erotic sight of him licking up my cum, and I'm just too turned on to resist my instinct.
I grab his cheek, turning him to kiss me so that I can taste my pussy on his lips. I want to kiss him now while I can still taste my cum on his lips, and when I do, it sends a shot of ice and fire through my spine all at once.
Moaning into his mouth, I savor my taste as it fades away into the taste of our kiss, and it overwhelms our senses. What’s funny is that we are kissing so intensely that as we have to break away to catch our breath, that’s when I start to remember that we’re in a restaurant and that we’ve been just, like, totally indecent. I bite my lower lip and glance around, but my eyes are already narrowing.
“I think a few people might know...but no one is going to say anything,” I say in a quiet whisper.
Jake’s eyes light up and his gaze follows my fingers. I dip down and stroke my clit in long, slow circles that make my knees weak. I slump back some in my seat and I don’t bother hiding the way that my breasts are basically jumping with the ragged breaths I’m taking. This is the hottest date I’ve ever been on and I want to ride the wave of my intense lust as long as I can manage before reality decides to creep back in and ruin my night. “I need to be able to breathe through the rest of our dinner,” I explain to him, “and I’m going to come again just thinking about this whole...everything,” I say, finally giving up on words.
His hands stroke my thighs and every touch from him shoots a tendril of pleasure to my pussy and I start working my clit much faster, aching to let everything drive me higher and higher into the realms of pleasure.
“Layla, where have you been all my life?” Jake says, and he’s laughing, but there’s a weight to his words that gives me a second of pause. It's undeniable, the way that he makes me feel when I’m sitting next to him, when I lay my hands on him...I want to feel this way as long as I can and I know that I’ve never felt it before today.
I can’t think of any retort, however, and I don’t need to; my orgasm starts to tear through me and Jake crushes his mouth against mine, kissing the sound
and soul out of me there. I lick his tongue as he strokes up mine, I explore his mouth and feel the warmth of his. We moan into each other, breathe one another, and kiss so deeply that I feel my head actually get dizzy. My orgasm rounds off like a final waterfall surrounding me, not just in sensation, but also in wetness. I'm so soaking wet with my pussy juice coating my thighs. More than I've ever come before and I realize…I must have squirted. The heat in my stomach and the waterfall, the pressure release. “Oh God, I squirted, Jacob,” I say.
His playful laugh makes me snap my legs shut but I’m laughing, too.
“Well, this mouth has made a lot of women squirt, but I’m usually lapping up a lot more,” Jake says. Before I know it, he’s on his knees under the table and he’s licking all my cum off my thighs. I’m shivering even though I’m burning up, his tongue sliding up and down the sticky cum marking my thighs with such precision and speed that it makes me dizzy all over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ I cry out, trying to keep my volume low but only making myself struggle more. His mouth glides over my clit, my pussy, both so briefly, before his tongue is back on my thighs.
When all the cum is cleaned up, then his teeth start to nibble on me and I almost come from just the way that this feels. I can barely contain myself! I’m shattering around the way he’s touching me and I feel the pleasure starting to crest over the edge of no return...and then his hands reach up and his fingers interlock with mine; that’s the ignition.