He looks around at his wealthy clientele. “Are you sure about this?”
In response to his question, I trace the edge of the plunge line of my dress before I tug both sides, exposing my breasts. I can hardly breathe, sitting here like this, my tits bared.
Esteban flicks his gaze over my shoulder. “People are watching you.”
“I know.” I know it so well, the entire surface of my skin blushes.
“Does it turn you on, Aurora? Do you want them to watch as I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I say on an exhale.
The corners of his mouth lift in a smile as he stands, pressing the fly of his slacks against my bare pussy. He cups both my cheeks, holding my face in place before he leans in to give me a kiss so full of passion, I forget where I am.
When it’s over, he drops his palms to rest on my shoulders. “Lie down,” he orders, pushing gently against them.
I do as he says, lying back onto the marble table. The cool surface does much to cool my skin, forcing my nipples into hard peaks, though the rest of me remains consumed by a wildfire.
With his hands on my knees, he spreads them farther, opening me more for his eyes and anyone who wants to see the show.
Leaning over me, he runs his palm flat over my belly to my breasts, kneading them, caressing them. I arch my spine, heaving my chest upward. With the tilt of my head, I have a good view of the patrons, many of whom are watching us with rapt attention.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, the tiniest bit of shame tries to take form. But that feeling is quickly squelched when Esteban bends over me with my breasts cupped firmly together in his palms and takes both nipples into his mouth at the same time. Twin bolts of lightning zing straight to my core, making my ass come off the table and my toes curl.
He nips and teases until I’m panting and mindless. Then he trails a hot brand over my collar bone with his lips, simultaneously dropping one hand between my legs. His mouth finds the rim of my ear, where he whispers, “You have no idea what seeing you spread out like this does to me. You’ll be the finest meal ever served here.”
After a delicious sting from his bite and a growl that tells me of his desire, he moves downward. His face just a mere inch from my sex, he blows. The heat of his breath fans over my sensitive flesh, and I begin to tremble in expectation.
I push myself up onto my elbows and watch as he closes his eyes and takes my pussy into his mouth. Instantly, I drop my head back, unable to handle the sight of what he’s doing to me. It’s too much. Too erotic.
He moans as if he really is having the best meal ever, his tongue swirling around my clit, sucking it in, teasing it. And when he inserts two fingers, sliding them directly under that spot, he takes away my ability to breathe.
The world shifts and explodes, spinning me wildly into orbit. I gasp, desperate to suck in air, yet the throbbing inside continues. For a moment, I wonder if this is how I’ll die. Then I realize I don’t care. I’d die a million times to feel this.
My body still shuddering, Esteban releases my swollen clitoris and stands to his full height. His gaze intense and predatory, his lips still slick with my juices, he tugs on his zipper. He slides his thick cock through his fly, gripping it tightly in his palm, causing a bead of clear pre-cum to slip through the slit on the head of his cock.
I can almost taste it, sense the sweetness of it against my tongue. There’s nothing better.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he slowly shakes his head. “Not tonight.” He grasps my hips, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.
I start to whimper, but in one fluid motion, he thrusts into me, burying his dick deep inside me. A cry of sheer pleasure at the abrupt intrusion escapes me, and several people in the room gasp, reminding me we’re not alone.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear silverware clanking, low chattering, and the other couples fucking. I’m completely aware we’re on display, yet that’s no longer of importance. It’s not turning me on like it did at the start.
Now, the only thing that has me writhing and clutching the edge of the table is Esteban. It’s the sound of his body pounding into mine, the metal legs of the table scraping against the floor, and his growl of release that has me once again on the edge.
His name on my lips, I allow myself to fall. My body clenches around his cock, pulsing time and again until I’m left a quivering mess, unable to move.
We stay like that for a while, with him in me and my senses reeling. I smile when he finally pulls out, and I feel his essence flow from me. His real mark.
“It’s a good thing you don’t share this booth with anyone else,” I drawl.
“I don’t share anything of mine, Aurora.” He extends his hands to me and helps me up. “They can look, but they can’t touch. Do you understand that?”
A lazy smile spreads across my face. “Neither do I. Do you understand that?”
He dips his chin as he adjusts my dress for me. “I’m only yours.”
“Good,” I say, turning to the room. There’s no one left looking at us, everyone now busy with the couples still going at it on the stages. “I guess we’re old news.”
“Are you disappointed?” he asks, tucking himself back in.
Shaking my head, I gaze into his lovely dark eyes. “I could never be disappointed. You fulfill me in every way, Esteban.”
Just then, Rodrigo enters the club and comes our way. He nods a greeting to Esteban, then hands me a folder. “What you requested.”
“Thank you, Rodrigo.” I smile at him and if I’m not mistaken, the tiny upward draw of his mouth could be his version of a smile back.
But before I can determine if that’s the case, he gives me a hurried bow and leaves. Shrugging, I sit and pat the space beside me. “I have something for you,” I say, opening the folder to confirm that what I asked for is, in fact, there. Pleased, I hand it to him.
“What’s this?” Esteban asks.
“This is me flexing my journalistic muscles. You’ll find I’m quite good at it.” I lean in, excited to see how he reacts.
He opens the folder and takes out the article I wrote after extensive research. His eyes widen as he begins to read, then narrow when he looks up at me. “Is this true?”
I scrunch up my nose, feeling very mischievous. “Every word.”
“How did you find out?”
“It was a hunch. I thought it was really odd how Cruz reacted to Damian’s mention of a wife, but he later denied being married. So I did some digging.” I point to the name at the end of the paper. “I’m sure she’d be very interested to read all about herself if the article were published.”
What begins as a light chuckle turns into outright laughter. When he finally recovers, he cups my cheek and grins in that devilish way that heats my blood. “You are positively wicked, Aurora.”
“You, Senor Falcon, have made me that way. And I’m completely and absolutely obsessed with you.”