I gasped as the head of Alex’s cock poked my butt. Shivering, I wriggled and tried to squirm away but Alex held me firm. As he entered me, I moaned slowly. It felt intense – even more intense than when he’d fucked me while he’d been on top. But it felt good, like he was going deeper than before, and I moaned again when he was buried deep inside of me.
“Good girl,” Alex cajoled. He tangled his hand in my hand and yanked. I cried out – again, pain flooded my body and mingled with the intense pleasure and arousal that I felt. “You’re a very, very good girl, Molly.”
“I thought I was bad,” I whispered.
Alex spanked me again. With his cock inside of me, it felt even more delicious than before. Then he began to thrust in and out of me, grabbing my hips as it grew more intense. My breath was coming in short little pants and I moaned and arched my back even further. My thighs were shaking from the effort of holding myself up and I couldn’t keep from trembling as Alex’s cock fucked me over and over.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered. Alex took one hand from my waist and I gasped when I felt his fingers stroking my butt cheeks. He parted my globes and dipped his fingers inside, gently rubbing them against my tight, puckered hole.
“I want you to finger your clit,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Can you do that for me.”
I nodded shakily and took one hand away from the wall, sliding it down my body until I found my clit. I’d never masturbated in the past – at least, not to or
gasm. I always felt ashamed and stopped before it happened. But this was different – this was sex, and I wanted to please Alex. Whatever he told me to do, I’d do it. I found my hard little nub and started rubbing my finger across it, moaning loudly as my pleasure ramped up.
Alex groaned and grunted as he slammed against me. His finger at my butt grew more insistent and I moaned as I felt the tip of his finger slide inside and disappear inside my most secret place. Moaning loudly, I bit my lip as my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave.
“Oh my god,” I shrieked, tossing my sweaty hair as my orgasm broke inside of me. It was so intense that tears filled my eyes. Between Alex’s finger in my butt, his cock in my pussy, and my own self-pleasuring, it was easily the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My lungs ached and suddenly I realized I’d been holding my breath. Gasping for air, I took my hand away from my clit and steadied myself against the wall.
“Molly, baby, I’m gonna come,” Alex groaned. He thrust inside of me deeper than ever before and stopped for a second. Then I felt his cock start to twitch and pulse as he gushed cum deep inside of my waiting pussy.
For a moment, we stayed locked together. Then Alex slid out and I exhaled shakily, wiping my hand on my thigh and pulling my dress down. When I turned from the wall to face Alex, I saw he was red-faced and sweaty, but grinning.
“Wow,” I said softly.
Alex whistled as he pulled up his boxers and pants. Then he walked over to the sink and washed his hands. “Not that I don’t love the smell of your ass,” he said with a smirk.
I blushed hotly, then took his place at the sink and did the same.
“That was bad,” I said, blushing even deeper. I picked up my torn underwear from the floor and threw them away. “What I am supposed to do about that,” I said, giggling. “I didn’t bring a spare pair!”
Alex smirked. “Good,” he said. “I like thinking about you sitting across from me with your pussy exposed. Open your legs under the table and I’ll drop my fork.”
“Eek!” I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
Alex grinned as he straightened his clothes. “You should wash your face,” he said. “You look pretty red. See you at the table, Molly.” Then he unlocked the bathroom door and sauntered out, whistling as he walked.
I bent over the sink and splashed cool water over my face, enjoying the soothing sensation. That was so bad, I thought. It was the first time I’d done anything even remotely like that – it made Alex fingering me at the bar seem like elementary school antics. After I dried my face with a coarse paper towel, I headed back to the table with a big grin smeared across my face.
“Where’s Rebecca?” I asked as I sat down. “Did she get up to use the bathroom?”
Rob snickered. “From what I hear, at least one of them was pretty occupied,” he said, snorting.
I blushed and looked down. “Really, it’s not like her,” I said, pulling my phone from my bag and checking it for a text or call. There wasn’t anything but a message from Dan, begging me to tell him how the double date went. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back in my bag.
“Well, even if she left, no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy a nice meal with you two,” Alex said, picking up a menu and yawning. “God, I’m starving. I really worked up an appetite today.”
My blush deepened to a crimson red and I picked up a menu, scanning it for anything that looked good. I almost gasped when I saw the prices – I’d had no idea this place was so expensive. The cheapest option was still twenty dollars, and it was only plain pasta with vegetables. I felt guilty over Rebecca – I knew I should get up and look for her. But the more I looked at the menu, the more I realized I was completely starving.
The waiter came to the table and raised an eyebrow at the sight of us. “Ready to order?”
Alex grinned. “Sure,” he said. “Molly, go ahead.”
Chapter Seventeen
Molly
“This was incredible,” I said, sopping up the last of the sauce from my veal parmesan with a piece of bread. “I can’t remember the last time I had Italian food that was this good.”