I nod, already gathering that from the interview. Nathan may be quiet and reserved, but there’s no doubt he has a good work ethic, both as an employer and for his employees. To say I was nervous when I walked into his office is a huge understatement. All I could think about the entire time I was on my way there was seeing him stroke his cock as he sat in the chair and watched Tegan and me. Or feeling the soft skin of his cock sliding across my tongue as he fucked my mouth. I’m sure Nathan saw my nervousness—it was given away by my trembling hands and the beads of sweat on my upper lip and forehead, ruining my makeup—but he never let on. He was very professional during the whole process, and for that I was extremely grateful. By the time the interview was over, my nerves were gone and I felt good about working for him.
“I’m sure I will. I’m looking forward to working there.”
I drink more wine and watch the inhabitants of the room, trying to ignore Tegan’s fingers running along my shoulder. I’m no longer able to ignore him when his other hand moves to the top of my thigh. My belly somersaults and it sends tingles to my nether regions. He seems to really enjoy touching my legs.
“What made you decide to make things out of wood?” I ask, for a way to distract myself.
I look over when he doesn’t answer and find him watching me, a smile playing on his lips. I swear the guy always knows what I’m thinking. Instead of calling me on it, he answers.
“My grandfather was a carpenter. As a child, I would help him make all kinds of things. Those were some of the best times of my childhood. I always wanted to follow in his footsteps.”
His hand moves up an inch.
“How long have you been doing it?” My voice comes out breathless, but at this point, I don’t care.
“Ten years.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to ask another question before he leans forward and runs his nose along my jaw and up to my ear.
“I can smell you,” he whispers. I barely keep back my moan, but when he nips at the lobe, a small one slips free.
He takes my hand and places it over his hard length through his slacks. Unable to control myself, I grip it and start rubbing him. He lets out a low hiss and it brings a smile to my lips. He’s been fucking with me for the past hour. It’s time he gets a dose of his own medicine.
When the waiter comes back to take our order, I go to pull my hand away, but he latches on to my wrist, keeping it where it is. I haven’t even had time to look at the menu yet, but it doesn’t matter, because Tegan orders for us both. While he’s talking to the waiter, his hand leaves my wrist and goes back to my thigh. He doesn’t just lay it there, but runs it straight up to the apex of my thighs and wastes no time in pushing a finger inside. I’m not sure, but I may have squeaked a little at the sudden intrusion. However, the waiter doesn’t stop talking, so it may have been my imagination. That, or he’s used to such things and has learned to overlook them.
When he walks away, Tegan’s mouth goes back to my ear, where he whispers, “Take my cock out.”
I take a brief look around the room before doing as he says. I’m learning really quick I like doing what Tegan says. It may be out of my comfort zone, but I always feel good doing it.
I quickly unbutton and unzip his pants, reaching inside and sliding my hand along the hard length of his cock. It’s silken and smooth, and would feel so damn good in my mouth. While I pump his cock, his fingers continue to drive me insane.
A minute later, he takes his fingers from me, reaches inside his pocket, and pulls out a condom. My eyes widen as he rips the foil packet open and slides the rubber over his shaft.
“Get on my lap.” His words feather across my cheek. I glance quickly at him in surprise. This is different than showing myself off to a passing trucker or having sex with Nathan in the room. There are at least twenty other people here, and the only thing hiding us from view is a table.
“Tegan, I’m not sure…” I trail off when he inserts two fingers inside me.
“You had your release in my truck. This is how I want mine.” Using his thumb, he presses it against my sensitive clit. I bite my lip and moan, then look around the room once more. “Don’t worry, no one will know.”
There’s no way people won’t know what we’re doing with me on his lap. But then again, the thought of them knowing has my insides tightening in anticipation. Is it wrong of me to want them to know? It’s not like we’ll be blatantly having sex in front of all these people. The lighting is low, and there’s a cloth over the table that reaches the floor, so people won’t be able to see underneath. Can I be that brave? A thrill goes through me when I think about Tegan fucking me with so many people around and it being our little secret.
He’s watching me, waiting for me to decide what I’m going to do. Swallowing down my nerves, I release his cock and keep my eyes on him as I push my body up and slide onto his lap. There’s just enough room for me to fit between him and the table. I sit sideways on his lap and his arms goes around my middle. His dick bounds up between my legs, and I automatically reach for it, playing with the underside of the tip.
“Good girl,” he says huskily, then leans down to place a kiss right above my breasts.
Another waiter and couple walk by, but they pay us no mind. Tegan’s hand goes back to my pussy, and he gives it a few swipes. I try to control my breathing, but he’s making it hard to accomplish that.
We sit this way for a moment, me playing with him and him playing with me, when his arm tightens around my waist and he lifts me just enough to put the tip at my opening. I suck in a sharp breath when he releases me, and I fall back down, impaling myself. Pain mixed with pleasure engulfs me, so suddenly full of him. He groans deep in his throat and bites down on my collarbone. His legs spread wide, which causes me to fall even further down his shaft.
“Damn,” he says softly, gripping my hip.
I grind down on him and tighten my walls, knowing that he’ll enjoy it. The hiss that leaves his lips says I’m right. I turn my head away from him and look out across the room, lifting myself as much as I can with the table in the way, and pushing back down. He helps lift me and we both work at a slow pace. I’m not sure if anyone notices us or not, and my eyes glaze over, so I wouldn’t know if they did.
“Tegan, man,” a man says as I’m mid-lift, and I drop back down. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” I freeze, sure my cheeks are flaming bright red right about now.
“Been busy lately,” Tegan tells the guy. His fingers go to my clit and he pushes down hard. I keep my face as straight as I can and my hands on the table, when I want to reach down and pinch his hand to get him to stop. He’s not being very nice right now. Instead, I tighten my muscles around him, knowing it’ll fuck with him as much as his fingers are fucking with me.
I look up at the guy. He looks to be around Tegan’s age. Standard blond hair, blue eyes, and a dimple when he smiles. Which he’s doing when he looks at me.
“Who’s your friend?” the guy asks.
“Willow, this is Drake. Drake, Willow.” He says this at the same time he pulls my hips back while grinding his upward. My nails dig into the tablecloth to keep back my whimpers.
“Nice to meet you, Drake,” I manage to get out. I grab my wine glass and drink down the rest of it; anything to cool my overheated body.
“Likewise, pretty lady.” His eyes rake over me leeringly before going over my shoulder to meet Tegan’s. “You wanna get together later, give me a ring. I’m available.”
“No,” Tegan says.