by Gallie, DL
Holy shit, he did not just say that to me.
Holy shit, we were thinking the same thing.
My mouth opens and closes a few times, words escape me and then my brain fires and words appear. “And I thank you for that, I’m starving.”
“I am too…for you.”
My eyes widen at his words and my panties dampen. Pursing my lips, I lower my gaze to my lap. My heart is racing right now, my insides are a buzz and my lady bits are throbbing. Biting my lower lip, I turn my head slightly and look directly into his eyes. “And for the record, Dr. Kelly, I would have totally been down with the ravishing of option one.”
He shakes his head and laughs, a deep belly laugh that’s music to my ears. “You continue to surprise me, Avery Evans.”
“I continue to surprise myself too when I’m around you.” Shuffling around, I face him. “Flynn, we are total opposites but there’s something about you I’m drawn to. I couldn’t stay away, even if I wanted to.”
“Avery, I feel exactly the same way.”
The rest of the car trip is silent but I do shuffle closer to him. Only a hair’s width separating us, my hand traces circles on his knee, brazenly going higher and higher each time. Before I do something stupid, like straddle his lap and ravage him, we pull up to the restaurant. Flynn climbs out first, and offers me his hand.
As I step out, he says, “I hope you like steak.” Looking up, I smile when I see we are at Rococo’s Steakhouse, the finest steakhouse this side of Texas. We head toward the entrance, before he opens the door, I tug on his hand, stopping him. He turns to look to me. I smirk at him, leaning into him I whisper into his ear, “I love a big juicy piece of meat.” Stepping back, I wink before I step past him and open the door to the restaurant.
He shakes his head at me and enters the restaurant behind me. We make our over to the maître d's station. “Good evening, welcome to Rococo’s Steakhouse.”
“Good evening. Reservation for Kelly.”
“Welcome, Mr. Kelly. Your table is ready, if you’d like to follow me.”
Flynn laces his fingers with mine and we follow the maître d’ into the restaurant. I’ve never been here before and this place is gorgeous. When you enter there’s rich wooden flooring that leads into the restaurant, where it changes to a deep plush burgundy carpet. The tables are dark in color, the chairs are a chocolate brown with studded accents and burgundy cushioning. Each table has a candle for ambience. The overhead lighting is dim but enough that you can still see. The kitchen it open and you can see inside. It’s a hive of activity right now, pots clanging, steaks sizzling. The chef barking orders to the staff. Next to the kitchen is the bar which runs the length of the building. The front of the restaurant is floor-to-ceiling glass and the view of the city is spectacular.
Arriving at our table, Flynn pulls out my chair for me. “Thank you kind, sir.”
He lowers down and whispers, “Don’t thank me, I totally did that so I could see down your dress.”
Playfully I smack his arm. “You fiend.”
“Only for you,” he replies, before he makes his way over to his chair. My eyes watch him. Even though he’s tall and massive, he moves with the grace of a ballerina. He winks at me and I realize I’m in way over my head. Flynn Kelly is going to be the death of me…and I cannot wait.
15
Flynn
Sitting across from Avery is hard…much like my dick right now. This woman is unbelievably sexy, and what makes her even more so, is the fact she is oblivious to how gorgeous she is. Right now, I want to be sitting next to her so I can caress and touch her. She smiles and it lights her face up, her eyes sparkle. It’s in this moment I decide that sitting across from her isn’t so bad after all. I can bask in her beauty and continue to check her out. Glancing around the restaurant, I look at everyone else, and no woman here compares to Avery. I just hope my cock decides to behave himself before I have to stand up.
“Flynn?” she yells, my eyes snap to hers. Her face is etched with concern.
Shaking my head to clear it, I question, “Sorry, what?”
“I asked, what do you recommend?”
With a grin, I saucily reply, “You…from memory.”
Her cheeks tinge a sexy shade of pink. She bites her bottom lip. “I meant on the menu.”
“Are you on the menu?” I tease.
She stares at me before leaning forward, giving me a stunning view down her dress. Her tits press together and I want the bury my face between them. They are looking mighty fine encased in satin, which so happens to match her dress, I can’t wait to see that bra on my floor. She licks her lips before seductively whispering, “Maybe I can be your dessert later.”
Cock.
Painfully.
Hard.
Again.
“You are a sexy little minx, Avery Evans. I’m totally holding you to that AND yes, for dessert I’m going to feast on you like I would a double chocolate fudge sundae. Every inch of you will be licked with my tongue and inspected with my fingers. When I’ve had my fill, I’ll fuck you with my cock into the wee hours of the morning.” He pauses. “I suggest you order the surf and turf…you are going to need your energy.”
Her eyes pop open at my brashness and her cheeks darken my favorite shade of ‘aroused pink.’ She audibly gasps and swallows deeply. Her eyes become molten and I know she’s thinking about what’s coming after dinner. She goes to open her mouth in reply but the arrival of our waiter halts that conversation. She’s flustered as she places her order, watching her squirm is quite entertaining. This woman continues to intrigue me.
As I watch her with the waiter, I grin to myself at how lucky I am to be here with this woman. I’m glad her sister hurt herself, as bad as that sounds, I mean it in the nicest possible way because it led me back to Avery and this time, I’m not letting her get away.
Dinner passes by quickly and smoothly, and thankfully, my cock has returned to normal. We laughed, lots, and the conversation flowed, as did the wine. There were no awkward silences. Avery and I get along surprisingly well, considering our vast differences. There is no more sexy talk but quite a few sexual innuendos are shared.
Every now and again, I’d feel her foot sliding up my calf; little minx that she is. The evening is easy and relaxed. It’s utterly perfect. We finish the bottle of wine and the waiter appears. “Can I entice either of you with dessert?”
Avery’s cheeks darken at the mention of dessert. I’m about to ask for the sticky toffee pudding when she beats me to the punch. “I think we’re fine on the dessert front,” she moves her gaze to me and adds, “you don’t have what I would like on the menu.” Again, she bites her lip and my cock begins to harden once again.
“Tea or coffee then?” the waiter asks, oblivious to the flirting and innuendoes floating around.
“Just the check, thanks,” I answer.
“Certainly, sir.” The waiter leaves and it’s just the two of us again. The air is crackling right now. Avery lifts her hand and runs her fingers across her chest, up her neck before biting on her fingertip.
“Avery,” I warn. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to throw you over this table and have my dessert right here.”
“I’m down with that,” she playfully replies.
“Minx,” I say, as I pull my phone out and message the car service to pick us up. Once the message is sent, I look over to her. “Let’s go.” We stand up and make our way to the maître d’. Being a gentleman, I let her go before me. My eyes rake over her backside. “Fuck, that ass,” I appreciatively whisper. It’s obviously louder than I intended because she glances at me over her shoulder, winks, and then turns around, adding an extra sway to her hips. I settle the bill, to which she offers to go halves on. “No, I asked you out, therefore it’s on me.”
She nods but I can tell she’s uncomfortable with that. She’s the first woman to ever offer to pay after we’ve eaten, that gesture adds to her amazingness. She cups my cheek in her palm, her thumb gen
tly caressing my jaw. “Thank you for dinner,” she says, before kissing me on the cheek and turning to exit the restaurant.
The driver pulls up just as we exit. Holding the door open for her, we climb in and the driver pulls away from the curb. If I thought the air in the car on the trip here was thick and crackling, sitting in the back of the car now, it's stifling and getting hotter by the minute. I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap and take her now, but Avery deserves more than a backseat quickie and therefore I will be a gentleman and wait. But as soon as we get inside my penthouse, then it’s all fair in orgasms and more orgasms.
Not liking the space between us, I reach over and rest my palm on her knee. Gently brushing my thumb back and forth. She squirms in her seat as my hand traces higher and higher. Just as we turn onto my street, I gently brush across her mound, a small illicit moan slips from her lips and it shoots straight to my cock. Dammit, that backfired on me. I cannot wait to hear her moan like that when she’s naked and riding me. The driver pulls into the underground garage, it started to rain halfway home so I asked him to drop us off here so we don’t get wet.
The driver stops by the elevators, I climb out and quickly walk around to open her door. Offering her my hand, she places her palm in mine and I help her out of the car. As we walk toward the elevators, she pulls on my hand. I immediately think she wants to go home. Turning to face her, I’m ready to plead my case as to why she should stay, but she shocks me by gripping my cheeks and pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue pushes inside my mouth and I willingly open. My hands slide into her hair and we devour each other’s mouth. I’ve never much been a fan of kissing before but with Avery, I could quite happily kiss her for the rest of my life. “God, I missed your mouth. It’s just as I remembered,” I mumble, before I press my lips against hers again, fucking her mouth with my tongue. Reluctantly, I break the connection and rest my forehead on hers. We are both panting. “Shall we take this upstairs?”
She nods her head and grins. She places a quick kiss on my lips and reaches down to cup and squeeze my cock, my achingly hard cock, which is currently painfully pressing against my zipper. It’s going to have teeth indents etched into the skin. She pulls away from me and steps over to the elevators and presses the call button. Standing in shock, I shake my head. This woman continually surprises me and if I’m not careful, Avery Evans will be the death of me…but what a fucking way to go.
Joining Avery by the elevator doors, we silently wait. She reaches out to press the call button again and when she does, the doors immediately open. We climb in and I hit the ‘P’ for the penthouse. As soon as the doors close, the temperature instantly rises. Turning to face her, a force overtakes my body and I step to her. Walking her backward, I cage her against the sidewall with my body and grind my groin into her stomach. She moans and her sounds head straight to my balls.
Gripping her cheeks, much like she did to mine in the garage only moments ago, I slam my lips against hers. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and presses her body to mine. My arms lower and wrap around her waist as we continue to devour each other’s mouth. “Ave lass, from this point forward, I want you to save all your kisses for me.”
“Only if you save all your kisses for me.”
“Deal.”
Pressing my lips to hers again, I get back to kissing her. I can’t wait to get her inside so I can kiss every inch of her delectable body. I will happily kiss no other person for the rest of my life, as long as I can continue to kiss Avery Evans. This woman has captivated me; heart, body, and soul.
The elevator doors open and with our lips fused together, I blindly step out and walk us toward my door. Without breaking the connection, I manage to open the door and step inside. She kicks it closed with her foot and as soon as the lock clicks, she removes herself from my arms. My face scrunches, as I don’t like her not being in my embrace, but she shocks me—again— when she drops to her knees. She beckons me forward and I step to her. She reaches up, pops my fly open, lowers the zipper, and tugs my pants off my hips. Her eyes widen when she realizes I’m commando. Finally, I’ve shocked her but her surprise quickly morphs into hunger and desire.
Licking her lips, she smiles up at me. Her tongue darts out and she swirls it around the tip of my throbbing cock, precum coating her tongue. She massages my balls before taking me deep into her mouth. Puckering her cheeks, she gently sucks. My eyes drop closed and I lose myself to the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth. “Avery,” I moan, as she continues to slide my cock in and out. Looking down at her, my cock hardens further at the sight of my cock sliding in between her delectable lips. She winks up at me and my balls begin to tingle. A sure sign I’m close. Reaching down, I pull her off me. “As much as I’m enjoying that, I do believe that YOU owe ME dessert.” Seductively I raise my eyebrows but the little minx shocks me with her reply.
16
Avery
“Maybe I want my dessert first,” I counter, before I lower my mouth back to his cock and resume sucking. Lifting my hand, I begin to stroke his cock in time with my sucking. He grips my head and guides it back and forth on his cock. His body becomes rigid and the first spray of hot salty cum hits the back of my throat. I continue to suck until he’s finished.
Pulling back, I stare up at him. “MMMMM, my new fav dessert.”
He shakes his head. “You, Avery Evans, are a constant surprise and a little minx. What am I going to do with you?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I stand up, and as I rise, I grab the hem of my dress and lift it over my head. Where has this bombshell version of me come from? Dropping my dress to the floor, I’m standing before Flynn in nothing but my bra, panties, and heels. Taking a step back, I stare intently at him. My heart racing like never before. “I’ve always wanted to fuck wearing these heels.” I lift my foot to the side to indicate my shoes. His gaze drops to them and then back up to me. My body heats at the intensity of his gaze. “And I want to be wearing these heels only,” I pause for emphasis, “and I think tonight is the perfect time to make that wish come true.” Reaching behind my back, I unsnap my bra and remove it. Letting it dangle from my fingertip, I drop it to the floor. It lands on top of my dress. I stare at Flynn, his eyes are full of hunger. Lust. Want. Desire. All of the above, and it's all for me. His breathing is ragged, much like mine. Even though he’s just come, his dick is once again rock-hard and standing to attention. He steps out of this pants and stops just in front of me. Bending down, he throws me over his shoulder, I squeal in shock. With a slap to my ass, he turns around and heads toward his bedroom. Lowering me to my feet at the end of the bed, we stare at one another. He slides his fingers into the edge of my barely-there panties and tugs, the material snaps and disintegrates in his hands.
“Hey, I liked those,” I complain, as he drops the material to the carpet.
“I’ll buy you more,” he growls, as he lowers to his knees in front of me. Pulling me to him, he presses his head to my mound and inhales. He places a kiss to my cleft and gently sucks. My head drops back on a moan when he flattens his tongue and slides it up and down my lips. “MMMMM,” I moan. He squeezes my ass, bringing me closer to him. I grip the sides of his head and press him farther into me.
After a soul-crushing orgasm, just from his tongue, he gently pushes me back onto the bed. Lifting to rest on my elbows, I watch as he once again devours my pussy, just like he said he would at dinner tonight. Dropping to the mattress, I lose myself as my second orgasm of the night begins to build. This man is a freakin’ god with his tongue. He builds me up and just when I think I’m going to crash over the edge, he pulls back and nuzzles my thigh, teasing me. Taunting me before diving back in again.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to come.
Gripping his head, I pull so he looks up at me. “If you don’t let me come, I—” I don’t get to finish that sentence because he thrusts two fingers inside of me, twisting them to hit that pleasure spot. My head drops back
to the mattress. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing my clit. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. My body is buzzing. Thrumming with desire. He reaches up with his other hand and pinches my nipple. That action sets off a chain reaction of explosions. The most intense orgasm of my life detonates and explodes with such force that my body lifts off the mattress; I tremble from head to toe. My skin burns with desire. Falling back to the bed, I scream and moan as the pleasure continues to ripple through my body.
With one last kiss to my clit, my body comes back to Earth. I’m erratically breathing, like I’ve run a marathon. “Fuck me,” I pant, trying to catch my breath and my body returns to normal.
“With pleasure,” Flynn says as he stands up.
He removes his shirt, pulling it over his head in that sexy way guys do by grabbing the neck and lifting. He stands above me at the end of his bed, gloriously naked. His cock standing to attention and weeping. Spreading my legs, I lift my hand and with my finger I beckon him forward. He rests his knee on the end of the mattress and gazes down at me. “You look beautiful lying in my bed, but you know what will look even more stunning?”
“What’s that?” I asks.
“Me fucking you on my bed.”
“Well,” I pause for effect. “What are you waiting for?” I boldly reply, as I slide my hand down my body and flick my clit. My body shudders at the sensation but it stops when Flynn rests his hand on mine.
