Page 105 of Pour Decisions
A moment later, I heard the waiter approach again, the china clinking as he set what I assumed was our dessert on the table.
“What happened to Miss Delatou?” he asked.
“Bathroom,” Owen gritted out, and I chuckled around him. His length twitched against my tongue with the vibrations, and I flattened it, breathing deeply through my nose as I sank him deeper into my mouth.
“You can actually take off,” Owen told him. “Tell Chef as well.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive!” Owen yelped when his head hit the back of my throat and I gagged around him. “I can clean up.”
“Okay,” the waiter said. “Thank you, Mr. Lawless. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
“You too,” Owen replied tersely, and I felt his entire body slacken the moment the man was gone.
“You are going to pay for this,” he said, digging his fingers into my scalp and holding me to him as he pushed his chair back from the table, dragging me with him.
I only hummed, circling my palms at his base and pulling off with apop, chasing my mouth with my hands. Saliva trailed from my mouth to his head, and he broke the connection by dragging his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Get up here,” he said.
I shook my head, brushing his hand out of the way as I dove back in, my hands and mouth working in tandem as I drove him higher. Eventually I gave up keeping the pace, letting him loose to fuck my face, his fingers anchored in my hair as his cock branded my throat over and over.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he said, as I looked up at him, eyes watering slightly, surely sending my mascara running in dark rivers down my cheeks. “You like choking on this big cock?”
Unable to verbally respond, I merely nodded, swirling my tongue along his length as he pumped in and out. I knew he was close when his hips began moving erratically, and at last he shoved deep inside and held me there. I breathed steadily through my nose, fighting off my gag reflex as he spilled in long, warm spurts down my throat.
I swallowed every drop.
“Fucking hell, Whiskey,” Owen said when I pulled off him, sinking back into his chair, boneless. “That was…”
“I know,” I smirked, licking my lips, his saltiness lingering on my tongue.
After tucking himself away, he stood and drew me to my feet, our dessert forgotten to desire as he pulled me from the restaurant.
“Your place or mine?” he asked once we were safely ensconced in his truck.
“For what?”
“For your punishment.”
God, the promise in his words sent electricity sparking across my skin.
“Mine,” I said. “Might as well be comfortable.”
“Might as well,” he agreed wickedly.
He made good on his promise to punish me, taking no mercy on me as he stripped me naked and repeatedly drove me right to the edge with his fingers and tongue before stopping just as I was about to blast apart. When he finally shoved his cock inside me, I swear to god I blacked out for a second, the pleasure emanating from our connection taking me the fuck out. It was too much.
And with one hand wrapped around my ankle, holding my leg straight against his torso, and the other thumb circling my clit, Owen pounded into me relentlessly. He set a punishing rhythm, and I could do nothing but hold on, waiting for that wave to crash and take us both out with it. It was like my orgasm was the goal line and the game was on the line. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—stop until he broke the plane and sealed his victory.
My release built rapidly thanks to Owen’s previous torture, my nails digging into the hand he’d anchored on my thigh, holding me wide for him, as he drove me higher and higher.
At last, I shattered, my entire body shaking. My back bowed off the bed as my climax claimed me. Owen came with a roar a beat later, the clenching of my walls around him triggering his own release.
Every limb was deliciously wrung out and exhausted when I returned to my body, though my heart still beat wildly in my chest. When he withdrew and laid down next to me, pulling me against his chest, I could feel Owen’s doing the same against my back.
Satiated, I hovered in that ephemeral place between awake and asleep, content and cozy in Owen’s arms.
