"Shit. I can still hear you!" Remi yells from the other side of the door and I bust out laughing.
"So leave unless you want to hear more!" Lynx yells back just before he begins to kiss me again. He continues for a few seconds, slowly rubbing his hands on my body again. I use my legs and arms to hold myself on him.
"We should leave if you really want to go somewhere tonight. Otherwise, I'm good with staying here or we can even go back to my house if you just want to play." He talks with such a deep voice and seriousness that I almost make a move to get him to stay. I know for a fact it would only take a slight move on my part for him to get my signal and take me up on an offer to just fuck all night long.
He sets me down and I quickly think to myself how ridiculous I am for not jumping straight back to sex with this guy, but it would be nice to know we have more than just sexual chemistry between us.
"We can leave, but you can't put on panties. I want to know you're bare for me." I walk to my panty drawer and pull out a pair to slide over my legs.
"Put them on and I promise it'll be the last time you get to wear them." Looking back at him, I can tell he's not joking, but I've never done anything like this in public in a dress.
"Lynx. Stop. I'm wearing these and you'll be fine knowing I'm wearing this sexy lace and if you're lucky, I'll let you take them off of me." I sit on the edge of my bed and start to slide them over my heels. I even let him get a peek of what he's hoping to see as I move to the next leg.
"Are you trying to kill me?" He begins to move for me again.
"No. Just trying to keep up with your games you like to play." I stand before he gets to me, then walk away from him to turn off my bathroom light. He's right behind me when I stop.
"You can play all you fucking want. In fact, it turns me the fuck on. But I will demolish that lace before the night’s over. I hope you enjoy wearing them one last time." I swallow when his deep voice sets so close to my ear. He screams sexual tension and it's not fair that he can make me turn into this mush of a mess that I am when he's near me.
“If you rip these, then I’ll bill your ass to replace them.” I say with confidence knowing this will in no way deter him from ripping them off of me.
"Fine. Add about forty pair to the bill when you do. That should get us through a few weeks." He smiles before he kisses me one last time. His hands cover my ass and he squeezes just as he pulls away.
"Alright. Let's get the fuck out of here before it's too late. I can't take much more of this." He opens the door to my bedroom and we both step out into the main living room just in time to hear Remi drive away.
"Nice place you guys have here." He starts to make small talk while I finish turning off the lights.
"Thanks. Remi and I are trying to make it as nice as possible." We step outside and I stop in my tracks when I see he brought a motorcycle to pick me up.
"Is that what we're taking?" I ask, knowing it’s a silly question.
He begins to walk toward it. "Yep."
I look down at my dress and quickly turn to unlock the door. "There's no way in hell I can ride on that in this dress. My ass would be out the entire time." And to think he wanted me without panties.
"Sure you can. It'll be sexy as fuck to have you riding with me like that."
"Not a chance in hell. Why didn't you tell me I'd need to change when you saw me?" He's following me back in.
"Because you don't need to. You look fucking phenomenal. If it'll make you feel better, we'll drive yours." I contemplate it, but decide I probably need to change. I'm not sure what he'll have me doing tonight and the last thing I should probably be is unprepared.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll change." I grab a pair of jeans and a tight top to go along with what he's wearing. He gives me space to change and I even leave out the panties just to make this an even trade. He can find that I compromised later, if he's lucky.
If I have it my way, he'll be very lucky tonight.
HOLY FUCK. SHE’S EVEN SEXIER in this outfit. I'm sure she's confused on how to dress because I told her we'd go to Club Royal tonight, but I've changed my mind. I want to take her somewhere where no one knows me and that isn't going to be Club Royal.
Hell, we both will be watched the entire night if we show up together and then it'll be even worse when we sit together all night. The way I am around her will be seen from clear across the fucking room. I just can't help it around her. She just makes me crazy.
"Are you ready?" She interrupts my thoughts as I stare at her.
"Yes. I'm taking you to a newer place downtown." She smiles. I can imagine she was thinking the same thing about the club.
We make our way outside and I straddle my bike. She looks at me as I get adjusted. "Have you ever done this before?" she asks me and I start laughing out loud.
"What part?" I hand her my helmet and move forward for her.
"Have you ever had a girl on the back?" I swallow hard. She doesn't want to know how many times I've done this.
"Yes, I've had someone on the back. Get on. I'll go slow since you look terrified." I let her get on and then pull her arms tighter around me. Before I take off, I rev up the engine and let it echo in the neighborhood. The sound of the rumble gets me excited to take her for a ride.
I may have lied when I told her I'd go slow. She holds on tight and I have to say I love how she feels with her arms around me.
We get to Walker's Landing and I park it up close to the front. This is a restaurant that's on the lake and I love to eat on the outside patio on nights like tonight. A nice dinner and some normal conversation is probably what she's after. I have to say I don't really care what we're doing. I just enjoy being around her.
“I thought you said you’d go slow?” she questions next to my ear.
Smiling, I help her down from my motorcycle and then get off myself. “I never go slow,” I growl out. “And trying to when it comes to you is nearly fucking impossible. Let’s go.”
I slide my hand around her waist and guide her up the wooden dock that is lit up with white string lights. She looks around with a smile on her face as if me bringing her to a restaurant was the last thing she expected.
“This isn’t a bar,” she points out.
“It has one,” I make clear. “Not that it needs to for me to bring you here.”
The hostess flashes me a smile when she spots me walk in with my arm still slid securely around Rebel’s waist. “Table for two?” she questions, while reaching for a couple of menus.
I nod my head. “A private table outside by the water.”
“Excellent.” She tries to sound enthused, but I can tell by the way her smile falters, that she’s anything but. “Follow me.”
Truthfully, Walker’s Landing is a place that I like to come to alone to just relax and get my thoughts in check after a long week. This is the first time I have been accompanied by a woman and the hostess has tempted me many times here in the last couple months since they’ve been open.
The hostess takes us around the back to the private area and sets both of the menus down on the table, before stepping back and watching as I pull out a chair for Rebel to sit.
“Your waitress will be right with you.”
I nod my head and take the seat across from Rebel as Melody walks away, mumbling under her breath.
She may be beautiful and tempting, but in all honesty, she doesn’t even compare to Rebel. No one really does.
Rebel closes her eyes and smiles as a light breeze blows across her face. “This place is beautiful. It’s the perfect night to eat out by the lake.”
“I know,” I respond. “It’s something I do often.”
We both look up as the waitress appears around the corner. An older woman in her late fifties.
“What a beautiful date night for young couples.”
“It’s not–” Rebel starts, but I quickly cut in.
“It is.” I give Rebel a hard look and she blushes.
“My name is Mary
and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I start you out with to drink?”
My eyes land on Rebel, letting her know that I’m waiting on her to order first.
She hesitates for a moment. “Umm . . . how about a glass of white wine? Any one is fine.”
“Make that a bottle,” I add.
Mary nods. “And for you, Sir?”
“A water is fine.”
“Sure.” Mary smiles. “I’ll be right back with your drinks and to take your orders.”
“Maybe I should’ve just ordered soda.” She flips through the menu, her eyes widening when she finds the price page for the wines. “I’m going to cancel that wine. You’re only drinking water . . .”
She gets ready to walk away, but I grab her arm, stopping her. “Sit, Rebel.”
“A bottle of white wine is over a hundred dollars. I don’t need to drink wine, especially if you’re only drinking water.”
I grip her hips with both hands and pull her to me, in between my legs. I love feeling her so damn close to me. “I’m drinking water because there’s no way in hell I’m going to put you on the back of my motorcycle even after one sip of alcohol. I’m buying and the wine is staying. Now take a seat and stop worrying.”
Swallowing, she backs away from me and walks back over to sit in her seat. She’s silent as she picks up the menu and begins looking through it.
I’ve been here enough to know exactly what I want before I even walk through the door.
Mary arrives a few minutes later with a bottle of white wine, shoved into a bucket of ice. She places the empty glass on the table, before setting my water in front of me and then pouring Rebel some wine.
“I’ll take your orders if you’re ready.”
We give Mary our orders and thank her as she walks away.
“The service is here is fantastic. Very friendly.” Rebel gives me a nervous smile and shifts in her seat as if she’s not sure how to act. I’m sure she’s wondering why I called this a date.
Because it fucking is.
“Come here,” I command. I’m putting an end to this nervous bullshit right now. The last thing I want for her to feel is that I wouldn’t take her on a fucking date. She’s the first and probably only. “Now, Rebel,” I push when she just looks at me.
Without a word, she stands up and walks over to stand in front of me. “Yeah?” she questions.
I pull her down into my lap and wrap both of my arms around her waist, holding her close against my chest. Having her in my lap feels so good and natural that it instantly gets my cock hard and my heart pumping fast.
She lets out a small moan as I press my lips just under her ear. “This is a date, Rebel. I wanted some alone time with you so stop sitting over there looking so confused about why we’re here.” My right hand moves up her body to wrap around the front of her neck, as I press my lips harder against her neck. “You have my head all fucked up with thoughts of you and you don’t even have the slightest clue what you’re doing to me. I like you, Rebel. I could give a shit that I’m your boss. I don’t care for rules, much. Never have.”
She moans out and grips my hand around her throat as I press my erection against her ass and grind. “Even the slightest thought of you keeps my dick hard,” I breathe out. “No other woman has control over my dick or my mind. Only you.”
Her free hand runs over my thigh, before she squeezes it and digs her nails in. “Stop grinding against me like that. I can’t handle that shit right now.”
“Why?” I question, while grinding my hips again and squeezing her throat tighter. “Because you want me just as much as I fucking want you and you can’t control it. Just like me. You don’t truly care that I’m your boss. Admit it.”
Rebels just about to speak, when Mary clears her throat from behind us. “Your food is ready.”
Fuck me . . .
Rebel pulls my hand away from her throat and quickly jumps from my lap, making her way back over to her seat. “Thank you,” she says as Mary sets her plate down in front of her.
I keep my eyes on Rebel as she digs into her food. My words have worked her up and I love it. There’s no hiding just how much she truly wants me.
I thank Mary and nod as she disappears, leaving us alone again.
We don’t speak again until we’re half way through our meals.
“Do you enjoy graphic design?” I ask out of curiosity, wanting to get to know her outside of her life at the Alpha House.
She nods her head. “I do, but being on the computer too much hurts my eyes. I think I may even have to get contacts soon.”
“Does it hurt your eyes when you’re at the office working?”
“No.” She takes a bite of her pork and quickly chews and swallows, before speaking again. “Being on the computer isn’t constant when I’m working at the office. It gives me time to rest my eyes.”
“Good.” I finish off my plate and push it aside. “If you ever need time away from the computer, let me know and I’ll think of a few other things for you to do.”
“I’m good.” She smiles, appreciatively. “Thank you for that.”
“The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable.”
She lets out an amused laugh. “Really? Is that why you’re always pushing me sexually?”
I flex my jaw and answer her honestly. “No. That’s because I can’t stop myself from wanting you every second of the fucking day.”
“Are you always like that with your female employees?” She takes her last bite and challenges me with her eyes. She wants to know for her own reasons and the look in her eyes tells me that she’s hoping I say no.
“Never,” I say sternly. “I always keep it professional with my employees. You’re the exception.”
She sips her wine and runs her tongue over her lips, licking off the excess wine. It’s now her third glass since arriving and she’s beginning to get bolder with each sip. “What about the girls that call you? I bet you’ve fucked a few of them.”
My jaw ticks. She really has no clue that with each word that leaves her mouth, I only want to bend her over this dock and fuck her even more. “I have.”
“How many?” she questions.
“A few.” Keep going. Go ahead.
“Do you really want to talk about our pasts?” She sits up straight before she responds to my question.
“Alright I’ll go first. I had a boyfriend that fucked around on me and I’m not about to go in that direction again.” Her serious face saddens me. I wish I could beat a fucker’s ass, but honestly I should thank him. He didn’t have the morals to keep her, I won’t make the same mistake. “What about you?”
“I’ve been around the block a few times, but never anything real serious. I guess you could say not many women can handle my intensity.” Her eyes light up as she watches me rub my beard to hide the smile on my face.
“You’ve never had a serious relationship?”
“Nope. I’ve never really met anyone I liked well enough to keep them around for long.”
We stop as Mary grabs our plates and brings us the bill.
“We’re going to need a while,” I say, while keeping my eyes on Rebel and tossing Mary a hundred-dollar tip. “At least an hour.”
Mary’s eyes widen, but she grabs the money and smiles. “Yes, Sir. Take your time.”
“What was that about?” Rebel asks, looking confused. “We’re done eating.”
“I’m not.” Standing from my seat, I pull Rebel to her feet and back her up against the wooden railing. Without hesitation, I grip her jeans and yank them down her legs. “This is exactly why I asked for no panties.”
“What are you . . . right here . . .”
Her lips stop moving, the second my mouth crashes against her warm, wet pussy and over her throbbing clit.
My tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up her folds, before I take her clit into my mouth and gently suck it, growling against her pussy.
This is mine and I’m claiming i
t right now, making sure she knows how much I love it.
She moans out from the vibration of my mouth and grips my hair so hard that it makes my cock jump.
After a few seconds of her squirming above me, I release her clit and bring my tongue down further, shoving it into her pussy as deep as it will go, fucking her nice and slow with my tongue, allowing myself to taste her without rushing.
“Fuck,” I groan against her pussy. “I love the taste of you on my tongue, Rebel. So fucking good.”
“Oh shit . . .” she moans, while gripping my hair even harder. “I can’t believe . . .”
Her words fade out as I run the tip of my tongue between her folds and then suck her clit into my mouth again, but harder this time, while holding her leg above my head for better access.
I dig my fingers into her thigh and swirl my tongue around her now swollen clit, before shoving my tongue back into her aching pussy and fucking her with my tongue again.
“Keep going . . . keep . . . oh God. I’m about to . . .” her fingers tangle and pull at my hair with desperation as she shakes under my grip and moans out her pleasure.
There’s no doubt in my mind that everyone around the corner of the dock just heard her get off to my tongue fucking her tight little pussy. That only turns me on more, making me almost desperate to be inside her. Only, I need more privacy for this, because she’s going to scream louder than she ever has before.
“Let’s get out of here so I can do what I really want to you.”
I just hope she can handle how much I want her right now . . .
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT just happened back there at the restaurant, but I can’t deny that I loved it more than I should’ve.
Him pleasuring me with his tongue in a public place, with no worries about who might just catch us. Talk about a fucking rush. I’ve never experienced a high like it in my life. Not even close.
My grip on him with my right arm tightens as he takes my left hand and shoves it down the front of his body and down to his erect dick.
I become oblivious to being on the back of a moving motorcycle and everything else around me and all I can think about is just how sexy this is right now.
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