I slid into the booth next to him, eyeing the pretty brunette on his other side. Even in the dimness of the bar, I could see the desire in her eyes.
“She’s giving you the heart eyes, Rockstar,” I whispered, laying a small kiss against the side of his ear.
“I know,” he said, with that cute grin that made me think he knew exactly the effect he was having.
Hell, that grin made me feel things, too.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, trying not to blush.
“Don’t know. Hadn’t decided yet.”
“Hmm,” I said. “I see. Well that’s a shame.” I let my hand glide over his leg, under the table. “Because I have an idea.”
His shoulders stiffened the tiniest bit as my fingers rubbed over his hard cock.
“Have you been sitting here with a hard-on? You naughty boy,” I whispered.
“I’m not the only one. I’ve watched you dance out there, cock tease.”
“And you know I look forward to your punishment later.” I undid the button on his jeans, and pulled down the zipper, giving him my best innocent look. “Now, are you sure it isn’t Ms Heart-Eyes over there? You want her mouth on your cock?”
He shifted to let me take him out, and I rubbed a finger over the drop of pre-cum that had already gathered there.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Maybe?” I turned my attention to the other girl. Now her lips were parted, desire plain on her face. Her eyes were glued to his cock in my hand, partially hidden beneath the table, and I watched her fingers toy with the wet label on her beer bottle.
Fuck, this lady was lost.
Then again, I knew the feeling.
I reached over and curled my fingers around hers, and she startled, like she was coming out of a spell.
I watched her shoulders bob with her shallow breaths. Shiny, dark ringlets fell over her collarbone, and suddenly, I desperately wanted to know what all that hair felt like between my fingers. “Do you want to help?” I asked her. “This man needs some… attention.”
A tiny little nod, and a perfect, sultry smile.
I smiled back at her, and guided her hand around his cock.
“Fuck.” His eyelids fluttered, as both of our hands worked him together.
“That’s it,” I said, watching the expressions on both of their faces.
Pleasure. Lust. Need.
As another drop of pre-cum collected on the tip of his cock, I gathered it on my finger and brought it to those perfect, pouty lips. Her soft pink tongue darted out and licked me clean, a salacious little sigh escaping her mouth.
Gods, she was so soft. A shiver ran through me, thinking of all the places I wanted to feel that softness.
“Taste good?” I asked, my voice a little breathy.
“Mmm hmm,” she nodded, sucking my finger between her lips.
“Fuck,” I said.
Between us, I heard him laugh; I ignored him.
Before I could think better of it, I leaned over and kissed her. “I want to see your lips around his cock, before I drag you out of here myself and see what else that tongue can do.”
Now it was her turn to grin. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” And she winked as she slowly lowered her head until there was nothing but a pool of dark hair in his lap.
He groaned and leaned back as much as the booth would let him.
I couldn’t help myself, I threaded my fingers through her hair and felt her head bob up and down on him.
Soft. So fucking soft.
Fuck.
I kept my hand on the back of her head, as I leaned up to kiss him. “Tell her not to swallow when she’s done. I want your cum in my mouth when we all go home tonight.”
His lips quirked up, his expression one of pure leisure. “Yes, ma’am.” He motioned back toward the dance floor. “Now get back out there. Let’s see how much more punishment you can earn yourself. Don’t worry, we’ll take our time here.”
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