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“I’m… fascinated,” I say breathlessly, then I scoot forward, lowering myself to the floor beneath the table as he asks, “What are you doing?”

“I wanna see it,” I mutter, already halfway under. He makes a grab for me, but I slide beneath the table with ease, settling between his legs and nudging him until he scoots down.

I open his pants, yanking on them until he lifts his hips enough for me to pull them out of the way. It’s dim under the table, but I can clearly make out the row of silver barbells running up the underside of his cock. I grasp his hard length in one hand, holding him upright as I stroke my fingertips down the hardware, reveling in the contrast between his soft skin and the hard metal.

I lean forward, running my tongue along the same path, and his hip jerk, his words breathless as he whisper-shouts from above, “You keep that up, and I’ll come all over you for sure.”

I giggle and respond, “Seriously, Declan? That’s all it’ll take?”

“I haven’t had any hands on me other than my own in months, doll face,” he replies raggedly. “It won’t take much more than a few strokes from your wicked tongue to set me off.”

I say nothing, instead giving him another good lick up and then down, and then I laugh as a napkin appears in front of me. “For the inevitable mess.”

I take the napkin from him, placing it on his lower stomach to protect the front of his pants, intent now on pleasing him. He clears his throat, his body tensing as plates connect with the table above me, and I choke back my laugh as he says, “It’s quite alright. My wife will be back shortly.”

I giggle again, and his hands appear in front of me, grabbing onto my head with uncanny accuracy that has me choking back laughter as the ruckus of the waitstaff delivering our food tapers off, and silence follows. He releases me, his hands moving to rest on the tops of his thighs as he relaxes, and I grab his cock with one hand, holding it where I want it as I close my lips around the tip and the metal there.

I’m lacking room for any real movement, so I slobber saliva down the length of him, using both hands to grip him until I have a nice, easy rhythm, up and down, my lips and tongue teasing his tip. He curses, his body trembling as I slowly and methodically work him over, listening for the cues of his body as to what he likes the most.

It only takes a few minutes before the trembling in his legs increases, his hips press up, and he whispers gutturally, “I’m gonna come, darlin’.” His hands move to my wrists, the pressure of his grip increasing my hold and speed slightly as he gasps, “I’m gonna come right down your beautiful throat.”

He throbs in my hands, and I’m so mesmerized by the twitching of his cock that I forget to pull away, and his hot seed floods into my mouth. I attempt to swallow, but there’s too much, and I choke, pulling back and watching in awe as cum erupts everywhere.

He moans softly, cursing under his breath as his hands loosen on my wrists, and he relaxes, his upper body sagging against the back of the seat.

I use the napkin to clean him up, and he hands me another one, knowing the mess is too great for one piece of cloth. I close the front of his pants and pat his leg, and he moves back, adjusting himself and putting his clothing back to rights as I ask, “Is the coast clear?”

“Yes,” he replies. “You can come out without fear of being busted for your indecent and lewd behavior.”

I slowly ease myself out from under the table, a far more difficult task than getting under there, and then I smooth my skirt and sit primly beside him, looking over the food offerings before me.

I feel his eyes on me, and after a few moments, I turn to him and ask innocently, “What?”

He smiles lazily, then leans in and grabs my chin in his fingers as he replies, “You have a bit of my cum on your face.”

My eyes widen and heat quickly travels up my neck, until I feel my cheeks burning. I attempt to pull my chin from his grasp, but he tightens his hold, leaning in close, his tongue lapping at the corner of my mouth before pulling back and looking into my eyes.

I whimper, my mouth falling open as I realize what he has done. He licks his lips once and then drops his head and presses his open mouth against mine, and I moan at the taste of him on his tongue.

He kisses me briefly, his tongue swiping along mine a few times before he pulls back, and the clenching in my pussy borders on painful. I want nothing more than to lay myself out on the bench seat and beg him to come deep inside me.

Of course, I say nothing of the sort, but his eyes meet mine, and it’s as if he knows. I sit there for the rest of the night, allowing him to share his drink with me, hand-feeding me bits of food from the vast array of plates before us.

Knowing full well that he knows exactly what he has done to me.

16

One Bed, Two Fools

Declan

I’mexcessivelywarm.

I startle awake, pushing the blanket off my shoulders as I move to roll onto my back, only to come into contact with a solid form behind me.

I twist around and glance over my shoulder, barely making out the top of Issa’s head in the dim early-morning light. I smile at the sight, relaxing back onto my side, reveling in the fact that she followed me out here.

When I told her I wanted to sleep out under the stars on the beach, she scoffed at me and refused to take part. I considered forcing her into it, figuring I could come up with some kind of manipulation to get her to agree, but then I shrugged it off and figured maybe she could use some space to breathe.

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