by Nora Flite
But Simon didn’t answer me. Instead, he bent over, put one arm around my waist, and tipped my head back. I felt swept up in the warmth of his grip, my pulse racing. Then, crushing my body to his, he kissed me deeply. Waves of pleasure crashed inside of me. I felt the insistent pressure of his tongue. It was the kind of kiss that left me hungry, that made me forget that the entire food court was watching us. The kind of kiss that, yeah, made me want him to fuck me silly.
He pulled away, returning me to the hard plastic chair with an ache between my legs that was almost insatiable. Then, brushing my hair behind my ear, he leaned in close and whispered to me in a sultry tone. “Can you still taste my cum from this morning?”
My clit swelled at that. But my mouth. Dropped. Open. I didn’t know what to say, what to think. My usual puppy-dog dates would never talk to me like this, especially not in public. It was one thing for me to dirty talk in email. It was another to hear it here, twenty feet away from a bunch of teenagers playing phone games.
When I looked toward Riley for some kind of back-up or support, she was deliberately ignoring us, picking at her salad. Her expression was careful and guarded. Simon stood tall, turning to her.
“I’m very sorry to interrupt your lunch. I just needed to see Tazzy again. I’m Simon,” he said, holding out his hand. Riley shook it politely.
“Riley,” she said. “Have a seat.”
She gestured to the chair beside me. My heart was racing with a heady mix of embarrassment and excitement. I wanted to be next to him, but not here, not in front of everybody. What was Riley even doing? Her expression was blank. Maybe she thought she had to be polite. No such luck with Simon. He sat with his legs spread wide of course, like he owned the place. His knees knocked into mine. I angled mine away.
“I don’t know, Tazzy,” Riley was saying, her eyes showing faint amusement. “He seems very polite to me.”
“I’m a gentleman,” he said. But as he said it, he wrapped his big hand around my knee beneath the table and began to rake his nails along the soft underside of my thigh, just past the hem of my skirt. His touch was almost exhilarating. My knee jerked up and hit the tabletop. Riley glanced at me.
“You okay, Taz?”
“Mmm,” I said, trying to hide my blushing expression as Simon’s hand crept further and further up my leg. His touch was firm, commanding as he moved closer to my panties. It felt so exciting that I was fighting the urge to spread my legs right there. It was kind of scary how he knew just the way I needed to be touched, even here, in broad daylight and surrounded by a crowd full of people. Soon, he was going to reach the cotton panties I’d pulled on that morning after my walk of shame. They were already soaked.
“I’m fine,” I lied, and stuffed a mouthful of lo mein down to keep myself from moaning. Beside me, Simon chuckled lightly. One hand was creeping up my skirt, with the other, he grabbed a paper napkin off my tray and started dabbing at the corner of my mouth.
“Oh, Tazzy,” he said gently, though there was an edge to his voice beneath that. I couldn’t tell if he was being deliberately mean or only teasing. “Can’t you swallow anything without making a mess of yourself?”
That was it. It didn’t matter how hot and bothered he made me feel—and he did, my whole body was alive at the memory of that morning. I didn’t want bored teenagers or Riley or anybody else to know how wild he drove me. I didn’t care if my panties were soaked or if he touched me just right. I plucked Simon’s hand from my thigh, standing, and glared down at him.
“I need to talk to you,” I demanded. Then I glanced at Riley and added, “Alone.” She smiled, shrugged. She didn’t want to see this, either, and it was for the best. Things were about to get ugly.
I took off toward the bathrooms. Behind me, I could hear Simon chuckling.
“I guess she can’t wait to get me alone again,” I heard him tell my friend.
I couldn’t wait to get him alone, all right. I couldn’t wait to give him a piece of my mind.
4
The bathrooms were off a long, low hallway, out of view of the food court and dozens of prying eyes. When I stopped near the door and spun around, I saw Simon sauntering toward me. He seemed to own that whole mall, the whole food court. Hell, he seemed to own me.
My heart was racing at the sight of him, and not only from anger. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth again, or his tongue planted firmly between my folds. My attraction to him was infuriating, and the smug smile that graced his lips was even worse.
“You are unbelievable!” I shouted, not even trying to keep my voice down. But Simon, when he answered, spoke in low, rich tones.
“My cock might be big,” he said. “But unbelievable is a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”
My eyes widened. Simon was only smirking at me still, like he knew exactly how unbelievable his cock was and precisely how wet and wild the memory of it made me feel.
“You’re awful,” I said, almost half-heartedly. Because he was.
“You don’t really think that,” he said hotly. “You can’t get enough of me. You’re insatiable.”
“You’re absurd,” I told him. I wasn’t going to melt because he spoke to me gruffly.
Except I was melting. Oh fuck, I was a wreck over him. Part of me wanted to bend over for him, right there. And he knew it.
He slid his hand down his belly, gripping his already hard cock through his dark denim jeans. All I could do was watch, transfixed, as he started to stroke himself over his pants. And he was watching me back, his eyes moving up and down my body, practically caressing me. His gaze lingered on my tits, then worked downward. He was staring directly at my crotch as he rubbed himself. And I didn’t even mind, not really, even though I didn’t want this to be happening here and now.
Suddenly, he pushed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall.
That’s when the door to the family restroom beside us opened up and a mother and her two kids came trailing out.
“What are they doing, Mommy?” one of the children asked. I was mortified, drawing my hands up over my eyes.
“Oh my god!” was all the mother said as she hustled her kids along. I didn’t say a word, hiding my face in my hands, frozen. Because as much as I was horrified, I was full of jangly, bright electricity, too.
I found myself spreading my legs wider, eager to have all of our important parts touch. All my body cared about was Simon.
Before the door swung shut again, Simon caught it with his hand. He fixed his other around my slender wrist, and pulled my quivering body inside. Then he locked the door firmly behind me. My heart was racing wildly. I was panting with desire.
“If you wanted to taste my cum again, you should have asked nicely,” he said, peeling his t-shirt off to reveal his tattoos. The bathroom had a tile floor and unflattering fluorescent lights overhead; Simon threw his shirt in the corner. He was gorgeous, even in the worst lighting. The shape of his hips drew my eyes down toward his package.
“I don’t want to taste your cum,” I said, but it was a lie and we both knew it. I was biting my lip to keep myself from licking it, imagining how it would feel to taste him again. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he was driving me, just like last night. And I think he wanted it, too.
He sauntered close, pushing me up against the sink. Savagely he kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth with such force that it left me breathless. My eyes were wide open. This was too feral, too unbelievable. I had to keep control but my body seemed to be making choices for me. I ran my fingernails over his inked back, tracing the colorful lines.
“Show me your panties,” he said as he pulled away. “I bet you’re wet.”
Damn. He knew me so well. Shaking, I hiked up my skirt, revealing my white cotton jockeys. They were nothing special, except for the way they were soaked right through. Simon gazed at me, his mouth cocked in a crooked smile. With his strong arms, he lifted me onto the sink and began to roll my panties down.
Part of me wished
I weren’t wet. Part of me wished my body didn’t ache for his strong, forceful touch. When it came to sex, I was used to being the boss. Simon had thrown all of that out the window, just like he took my translucent panties and chucked them in a pile with his t-shirt.
I shivered with pleasure as he stroked a line up my lips with his fingertips. When he held them up they were glistening. Then slowly, reveling in the taste, he licked them.
“Mmm,” he said. He held his hand in front of my mouth. “Now you.”
I was drunk on lust, that was the only way I could explain why I opened my lips for him. He touched his sticky index finger to the tip of my tongue, lighting up my taste buds.
He showed me his white teeth. “I love watching you behave so badly,” he said. “You want me. You’re wild about me. I can taste it in your sweet juices, and you can, too.”
I mustered up my last bit of anger. “You're a jackass,” I whispered, but even I could hear how false it rang. He only laughed.
“I know.”
He didn’t care what I said. I could have told him I hated him, and he still would have made a row of kisses down my throat. I subtly opened my legs, welcoming him closer. All that mattered was the way that my heart pounded wildly at his touch. His wet hands slipped up my shirt, gripping one breast through the lacy fabric of my bra. His caress was rough and commanding, it spread tingles through my body. He knew every button to push, just how to make me throw back my head and grit my teeth to keep from moaning. I wrapped my thighs around his muscular back, grinding his cock against myself through his jeans.
“I want you,” I panted.
Simon's eyes darkened as he slid his hands down to unbutton his jeans. “I know you do.”
He eased his cock out of his shorts, his eyes half closing in the pleasure of his own touch. I watched as he fished a condom out of his back pocket and wrapped himself. Christ, I didn’t want to wait, even though I was glad he was being responsible. As soon as the condom was on, I reached down and gripped the base of his cock. His eyes widened in surprise as I shoved him deep inside of me, my wet pussy taking in every single inch.
“You’ve been starving for my cock,” he purred in my ear. All the tiny hairs on my body stood up sharply with a thrill.
He was drawing back and then plunging in again. I could feel his heartbeat inside me through his shaft. My own heart beat faster, harder as he sunk deep within me, touching every soft part of my body.
“I bet you couldn’t focus on your work at all,” he said, burying himself to the hilt with an erotic and slippery noise. “You kept touching yourself at your desk, thinking of my cock inside you. You’re a whore for me.” I couldn’t even talk, I was so turned on. I let out a whimper, but Simon’s growl came back fast and firm. “Say it,” he commanded me.
I had to summon my human self out of everything that was animal and feral to even be able to speak. “I’m a whore for you,” I gasped desperately. I was close. My knees were trembling. My pussy was milking him with wicked abandon.
Simon was close, too. He grunted wildly, pounding into me again and again. All I could do was throw my head back and scream as he plowed into me. I came, and came, and he kept fucking me, his cock moving in and out and in again.
“You dirty girl,” he said, and with that, he pulled his cock away from my body. It was so abrupt that it was almost painful, and I trembled for a moment in his absence. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to come, for our orgasm to stretch on and on. But even though his face was clouded with desire, I couldn’t make out the expression beneath it beyond a wild swirl of fierce anger.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Why’d you stop?”
He looked away, and I thought he was searching for an answer. Something that explained the raw emotion I'd seen for a split second in his face as he looked at me. He pointed down at the cold tile.
“On your hands and knees.”
I glanced at the floor doubtfully. Something about Simon’s tone sent a wave of desire slicing through me. I hopped down from the sink and hiked my skirt up high over my hips. When I knelt on the floor in front of Simon, I was baring it all to him—my ass, my dripping cunt. I didn’t care about the bathroom or the bet or the way that he spoke to me. I only wanted his cock filling me up inside.
“Good girl,” Simon growled. “You really want this, don’t you?”
Of course I did. I trembled as I heard him step close. I wanted to feel him plow his hard cock into me until we both came in a chorus of pleasure. But he made me wait there, my pussy twitching. Slowly, he ran a hand along my slippery folds.
“I really want this,” I panted as he slowly dipped a finger in me. But it wasn’t big enough, wasn’t hard enough. I needed to grind against that massive cock of his. I needed to come. But he wasn’t going to give me relief, not yet. And then he pulled his hand away, denying me even that minimum contact.
“Bad girl,” he said, and he spanked me once, hard. I felt the pain and excitement erupt beneath his palm, and when I let out a yelp, he spanked me again. “What if your boss had heard you moaning at work? Naughty girl.”
I’d never been touched like this before. I wasn’t that kind of girl. But with Simon’s hand against my ass, stars exploded in my eyes as I squeezed them shut.
I braced myself for him to strike me again, my ass aching—my pussy aching, too. But that time, instead of hitting me, he plowed his cock into my waiting cunt. The cry I let out was equally of pleasure, surprise, and relief. Ripples ran through me as he fucked me deep, his cock rubbing right against my G-spot.
“You're mine,” he roared as he drew out slowly, the walls of my cunt swelling. I didn’t want him to pull out. I wanted him in me securely, undeniably. “You're mine, and I—I hope you fucking know that.” His voice trembled, caught in his throat.
He buried himself in me up to his balls. I hardly noticed where we were or who we were. I only felt us in this moment, writhing and pulsing together, impossibly close.
“Oh, fuck me, Simon,” I breathed. He reached out his hand, still wet from my juices, and covered my mouth. Almost mindlessly, I licked the evidence of my pleasure off his fingers and palm. He started fucking me faster and faster, hitting that tender secret spot inside me with each stroke. Soon, there were no words, from either of us. We were two animals, mindlessly fucking.
I bit down on his finger as I started to come, the pleasure making my toes curl. The pain only made him fuck me harder, filling me deeper than I thought was possible. That ugly bathroom exploded in a thousand lights. But he didn’t stop fucking me. He kept going, until I was nothing but my own rhythm and a numb sense of satisfaction. The sob I let out echoed against the tile walls. When I came to my senses, I realized how saturated my inner thighs were.
For a second I thought the condom had snapped. But as my hot delight sweetly faded, I reached down; the wetness was mine.
I felt like we were one person as we rocked together. He didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he kissed a rough path of teeth and lips against the side of my neck and then down my spine.
“Dirty girl,” he said. “Look what I made you do. Dirty, dirty girl.”
He didn’t have to tell me. I could see the slick puddle on the floor beneath us. I was still trembling as he pulled out and peeled off the condom. There was still cum on the tip of his cock. He reached down and caught a bead, then offered it to me. I was panting, shaking. But I opened my mouth and tasted him, sweet and salty and good.
5
After I pulled down my skirt, cleaned myself up, and smoothed back my hair, Simon walked me to my car. I wasn’t sure if I was glad for his company or not. For one thing, I was so spent that I could hardly walk. But it was a satisfying pain, and part of me felt glad that I had Simon to lean on. Physically, at least. Emotionally was another story.
Talking dirty, getting fucked in public, this was all new to me. Maybe that’s why my spent body still pulsed with desire at the thought of what had just happened. It was surreal.
I
liked the way he touched me, liked the way he talked to me. I liked the way that he grabbed my hair and kissed me savagely, like I was his, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. But I didn’t want to show it. As we walked out of the mall, I kept a few steps behind, resisting the urge to take his hand in mine.
“Having trouble walking?” Simon asked me as I trailed behind him. The smirk on his handsome face said everything I needed to know. He was absolutely aware of how wild he was driving me. So much for having him wrapped around my little finger.
“I’m fine,” I said as we stepped into the parking garage.
“You don’t look fine,” he said. “You look like a juicy puddle—”
My pussy swelled against my panties. Fuck, what was he even doing to me?
“Cut it out,” I told him. His smile widened.
“But I like seeing you blush. Almost as much as I like seeing your lips around my cock.”
He showed me the edges of his teeth. This was a man capable of devouring me. My panic fluttered; losing the bet was one thing. I could replace the money. I wasn't sure that, once Simon was done with me, I could replace the pieces inside of me that he'd managed to warp.
We’d reached my car by then. In another minute, I’d be safe inside, speeding down the highway. And Simon would be gone.
I leaned my weight against my sedan, but I could hardly bring myself to look at him, unbelievably handsome even dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. I was afraid that if I did, I’d be tugging on his belt loops, dragging him into the backseat beside me. And I just couldn’t do it, not again. Not because I could hardly walk, or because I’d be late getting back to work, even though those things were both true. It was a matter of pride.
“Goodbye, Simon,” I said simply, fishing through my jacket pockets for my keys and opening my car door.
But before I could, he caught my chin and turned my face so that I could better see him. And in that moment, I read something beneath his normal expression of bluster and bravado. There was a dollop of tenderness, not just ownership there. I saw that, and my heart raced.
