Ride My Beard (Hot-Bites 2)

“I…”

I can see she wants to maybe argue, wants to go somewhere private, but I also know that if we do this here and now it will be even more exhilarating for her.

“Come here, Lola.”

She slips out of the booth and I let my gaze linger on her long legs. The dress she wears is sexy, but also has this touch of innocence to it. I want to see it off her body, tossed on my floor as she lays naked on my bed.

I get up and let her slide into the booth, and then I sit beside her, blocking her in. She is breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling underneath the thin material of the black garment. Her nipples are hard, these little twin erasers that poke against the fabric and have my mouth watering.

Because I am a dirty bastard and am impatient, I shift my body so my back is to the rest of the restaurant. I move my hand so it's now on her thigh and slide it up, pushing the dress up her leg. She feels tense beneath my touch, but her mouth is open and she is breathing hard. Her pupils are also dilated, and as she watches me I know she wants this.

I know she'll be wet as soon as I touch her between her thighs.

“Lean back for me, baby. Let me work you over real good.”

“Someone will see, or hear, Ryker.” But even as she whispers those words she spreads her legs for me.

I growl low in my throat, the vibrations moving through my chest. I slide my hand toward her sweet spot, and as soon as my fingers touch her soaked folds I make a deep noise in the back of my throat. She makes a small noise and leans back in the booth, giving me full access to her. I stare into her eyes as I start moving my fingers over her cleft and up to her clit. I move the digit over that tiny bundle of nerves.

I lean in even closer to her, our mouths only inches apart. Her breath smells like the vanilla ice cream and strawberries she had for dessert, and I let my tongue run over her bottom lip, tasting that sweetness for myself.

I can feel her shaking, and I work my finger over her clit faster, harder. “Come for me, Lola. Just let go and don't worry about anybody else.”

She closes her eyes and moans again, and just as a waitress walks by, oblivious of what I'm doing right now, I move a finger down and tease Lola’s pussy hole.

And just like that she comes for me.

She reaches out and places a hand on my thigh, close to my hard dick. She curls her nails into the denim of my pants but I don't stop touching her, don't stop wringing the orgasm from her. She's making little noises, these moans and groans of pleasure that have my cock jerking behind my zipper.

I could come right now just watching the pleasure morph across her face.

And when she finally relaxes I move my hand out from between her thighs, urge her to open her eyes without actually telling her to do so, and hold the glistening fingers I had just been pleasing her with up so she can see them.

Her eyes widen as I bring those digits to my mouth and lick them clean. The groan that spills from me at the flavor of her sweet muskiness has me feeling like a fucking animal.

“Now it's time to go back to my place so I can really show you how you're mine.”

Chapter 13

Lola

Ryker puts me in the truck. He doesn’t speak, touch me unnecessarily, nor does he kiss me. He buckles my seat belt and closes the door with a loud slam. He does it all without much more than looking at me.

This does nothing to ease the questions and nervousness that begin to barrage my brain. I would love to talk to him. I have questions, concerns, things I would like to ask him, but instead I remain silent—just waiting.

The ride to Ryker’s place is quiet. The only sound I can hear in his old truck is my own breathing. It sounds abnormally loud. I have to wonder if he can hear it too. I suppose that should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Not really.

I’m pretty sure we will make it to Ryker’s place in record time. If I was driving this fast I have no doubt I would get a speeding ticket. We pass several county law vehicles and one state police cruiser. None of them attempt to pull Ryker over. Maybe they know it is him and are afraid to tangle with the town bad boy?

It would be a wise choice for them to steer clear.