The way she sips her water irritates me. Why does she have to look so fucking innocent when her lips touch the glass? Is she trying to drive me insane? The fact that she had absolutely no reaction when I told her I wanted to eat her in bed has sent me into an internal rage where nothing is right because I can’t prove her wrong.
What’s it going to take to break that untouchable shield she has around her? I’m sitting inches from her and all I want to do is swipe my fingers between her pussy lips to see if she’s half as hot for me as I am for her. When has a woman ever driven me to the edge like this? I don’t even know her and yet possessing her seems so familiar. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard her brother talk about her for so long that it feels like she’s already mine.
As Brian orders his food, I slip my hand under the tablecloth and rest it on her thigh. She sputters as she swallows the water and places her glass gently on the table before bringing her napkin to her lips. She doesn’t even bother to look over at me as I slide my hand up her soft skin, and I want to flip the fucking table over. Is that what it would take to get her attention?
Oh, I see the flush in her cheeks and the way her breathing picks up every time I touch her. I notice every wiggle of her hips as she becomes wetter. There isn’t anything about her I don’t fucking clock, but she’s making a meal out of pretending I’m not even here.
The white sweater dress hugs her curves tight and I hate it. It puts her gorgeous body on display for people who don’t deserve to lick the ground she walks on. How has my best friend kept this hidden from me all this time?
My hand slides to the inside of her thigh and I roughly pull on it to spread her legs. That finally gets me a look, and to my pleasure she doesn’t pull away. She keeps them open as her eyes burn into mine and this small victory will be her downfall.
I felt the connection between us in the car, and I saw how she gaped at my filthy words. She might be shocked at what I say to her, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it. Fuck. I’m enjoying it, too. I’ve never in my life talked to a woman like I talked to her. But here I am, unable to stop. It makes sense though. In life when I want something, I go full speed for it. It’s how I’ve gotten where I am. Growing up in the system, you learn to take what you want. I’ve worked hard at being able to do that. I’ve just never had that want for a woman. Until now.
“And for you?” the waitress asks, and I turn to look up at her. I haven’t even looked at the menu, but it’s a steakhouse and I just ramble off the standard. “That’s our house special. How would you like that cooked?”
She’s smiling at me as she tucks her hair behind her ear and moves a bit closer. It’s then I feel Sage’s hand on my wrist and she’s trying to push my hand away.
“Rare,” I say, and when I go to look at Sage, the waitress interrupts me again.
“Would you like that Oscar-style? Or maybe with some garlic butter? It makes it extra juicy.” The waitress gives me a wink, but I have no fucking clue why.
“No,” I answer quickly as I feel Sage’s nails score the skin on my hand. The feeling goes straight to my dick as I think about how those nails would feel on my back.
When I turn back to her, I can see her narrow her eyes at me before she looks up at the waitress. Don’t tell me that the fucking goddess next to me is jealous. There’s not a woman on earth that could keep my attention from her, and I emphasize that by sliding my hand all the way up and against her pussy. The waitress asks me another question, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as I answer her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Brian talking on his cell phone and not paying us any attention. Then when I feel the waitress walk away, I cup Sage’s panty-covered pussy with my whole hand and lean in close to her.
“I’ll have dessert at home,” I say, and I’m rewarded when she makes a small whine in the back of her throat.
“They didn’t have any dessert you liked on the menu?” Brian asks as he gets off the phone and places it in front of him on the table.
I lean back in my chair coolly but don’t take my hand off of Sage’s hot pussy. “I think I want to try Sage’s cookie.” I press my fingers against the wet spot on her panties and I have to fight a smile as she leans forward with her elbows on the table to brace herself.
“She’s such a great cook,” he says as he smiles at his sister. “You should try her pies. They’re even better.”
“Oh, I intend to sample all of her pie.” This time I can’t help beaming at her as she puts her hands over her face to cover her reaction to me.
“Sorry, Sage. I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Brian says, looking at her funny.
“Yeah, um. I know. Sorry, what?” She sits up straight and I ease the pressure on her clit as I gently drag my pinky over the seam of her lips. I can make out every curve of her because of how wet she is.
“Jeez, sis, you’re a space cadet today.” Brian grabs his phone when a text message pops up, and Sage lets out a sigh of relief.
“Feeling overwhelmed?” I’m smug as I graze against the damp material with the lightest of touches.
When she turns her head to me her eyes are hooded with need, but I can tell she’s annoyed. Why does having the tables turned feel so fucking good?
“I’m fine,” she says as she clears her throat and licks her lips. “I’m sure whatever it is that’s come over me will be gone soon. Or at least over pretty quickly.”
Her words cut right through my triumph as the power is shifted back to her corner of the room. I want to take my hand away from her warmth, but she’s called my bluff, so I remain exactly where I am.
“So,” Brian says, ignoring the battle the two of us are having on our side of the table. He puts his phone down and levels me with a stare. For a second, I think he’s going to call me out for having my hand up his sister’s dress and playing with her pussy, but he doesn’t. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know I’ve had a hard time convincing you to come.”
“I’m sure he’s a busy man,” Sage says as she straightens up in her seat and tries to scoot away from my touch. “Don’t be too hard on him, Brian. I’m sure Jensen has a lot of options.”
I turn my eyes on her, but she won’t look at me. She’s smiling softly and I wonder if she has a lot of options. Brian said she wasn’t dating anyone, but even if she was there’s no ring on her finger. She’s fair game and it’s hunting season.
“You’re wrong,” I say, and finally she gives me those hazel eyes. “I don’t have anyone.” I pretend to drop my fork on the floor between us, and then I lean down and pull her dress up to reveal her smooth thigh. I brush my lips across the exposed skin for the briefest second before I grab my fork and sit up.
I place it on the edge of the table and a server comes by to bring me another. The young guy also drops off some bread that I offer to Sage. We all have some and Brian seems in good spirits.
“Well, you’ve got us for the whole weekend,” he says as he tips his glass to me.
“That’s a promise,” I say as I pat her leg gently then pull the material of her dress back down to cover her up. I put my elbows on the table and steeple my fingers in front of my mouth so that I can smell her pussy on them. I see her out of the corner of my eye watching me with an open mouth as I make a show of inhaling and closing my eyes. Goddamn her and that pussy. Every fucking inch of her is driving me to combustion.
Brian makes some more small talk, but the only thing I can concentrate on is the throb between my legs. Every time Sage opens her mouth or smiles at something he’s saying, it pulses with need. I’m dripping against my thigh and making a mess of myself as my cum calls for her. This is a hunger like I’ve never had and there’s not enough meat in this restaurant to satisfy me.
“How is everyone doing?” the waitress asks, but she only looks at me.
“Can we have some more bread?” Sage asks, looking at the empty basket.
“So, you’ve had one already?” the waitress asks while picking up the basket and giving Sage a look that goes up and down her body. What the fuck is she trying to say?
“Yeah, I guess it’s fine. I can just wait for our meal.” Sage’s voice is small and I won’t fucking have that.
“The lady said she would like more bread.” I try and keep my temper under control, but it’s not working. “Is there a shortage?”
“Not at all. I’ll go grab it right now. Your food should be out in a second.” She smiles at me as she walks away and she just isn’t getting it.
“It’s okay, really. I’ll be fine.”
“You should have what you want.” I think of all the things I want and wonder if I’ll be getting them anytime soon.
The young guy from before comes back and places the bread on the table. I hold it out to Sage and let her take one before I get one for myself. I hold the butter out for her and she takes some as she smiles shyly.
“Thanks,” is all she says before she takes a bite of it.
I have a fantasy of spreading soft butter across her lips and then kissing her. I don’t know where these dark thoughts come from, but I just want to smear her body with things that make her shiny and slick so I can rub against her. I think about spreading icing on her pussy lips and my entire body goes rigid. I’ve never wanted to devour someone before, but my jaw aches with the need to consume her.
Brian is totally oblivious to my thoughts as he goes on about work and our projects. He talks about the places we’ve visited and some of the things that we’ve seen, but in my mind nothing compares to her.
“Here you go,” the waitress chimes as she sets my food down in front of me. Everyone gets their food, but she chooses to lean down and single me out. “What do you think?”
I glance down and catch a full show of her cleavage all the way down the front of her shirt. She’s looking right at me with expectant eyes as she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
While I don’t want to embarrass this woman, I want to quell any hopes she has that her behavior is working. I lean away from her as far as I can and clear my throat. It’s not her fault the most beautiful woman in the world is beside me, but she needs to recognize it.
“I’m all set,” I say as I turn to ask Sage. “Bombshell?”
She’s smiling when she looks up from her plate, but it drops instantly when she sees the waitress leaning over on full display.
At this point the waitress realizes her position and straightens up. Sage tightens her lips into a line and I have to fight a smile at the fire in her eyes.
“No, thank you,” she says politely.
“I’ve got everything I need,” I say, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as the waitress makes some kind of noise and then walks away. Brian is on his phone again and must have missed the entire exchange. Seems I’m not the only one acting out of character tonight.
Sage grabs her knife and fork and begins to cut her steak as I slide my hand back under her dress. I don’t play with her pussy this time because I don’t want her to choke, but I’m sick of not touching her.
“How are you planning on eating like that?” she asks me in a low voice.
“Maybe you can feed it to me,” I suggest.
Her cheeks redden and I can’t tell if she likes the idea of feeding me or not.
“Besides, this is just an appetizer.” Her eyes widen at the massive steak on my plate, but I just grin at her. “I’m a growing boy. I need to eat regularly.”
Is it my imagination or did her legs open just a little more? Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off her.
Brian holds up a hand and then excuses himself from the table. I watch as he walks to the back of the room, but he’s still close enough that I can’t make a move. I want to maul Sage and take her down to the floor, but I don’t want her family banned from this place after what I’d do to her in public.
“You talk to me like you have the right to say whatever you want,” she says as she leans over and cuts off a piece of my steak. I think for a second she’s going to feed it to me, but she brings it to her mouth and takes a bite.
I watch as she chews and I want to grab her ass and then spank it. “You like it,” I say as I lean in close. “Now feed me while I play with your pussy before your brother walks back over here.”
She gasps as I push her panties to the side and sink my fingers into her creamy warmth. She’s syrupy with need and I fucking moan at the feel of her snug grip. Her pussy is tighter than Fort Knox, but I’m the man to break it in.
She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it. With trembling fingers, she cuts me a piece of the steak and holds it to my mouth as her eyes lock with mine. I take it slowly with my teeth as I fuck in and out of her wetness. Even I can hear how soaked she is, and all it does is make me want to clear the plates off the table and raw dog her in the middle of this family establishment. Why not show these nice people where babies come from?
When my thumb grazes her clit, I have to wrap an arm around her back to keep her from coming out of her chair.
“Easy,” I say as I glance over to make sure her brother isn’t in direct sight. “You can let that pretty pussy pop all over me right now, but you keep that mouth closed. Unless you’re planning on screaming my name right now, nobody but me gets to hear you cum.”
She buries her face in my neck and I feel her lips there as she tries to smother the sounds she’s making. For just a moment it looks like she’s leaning over to tell me something, but when I put a third finger inside her she comes undone.
“There she is,” I whisper in her ear when I feel the release coat my fingers. “That’s my girl.” Those words feel so right.
I lean back and look into her eyes and see how soft she is right now. I’m still hard as a diamond and making a mess in my boxer briefs, but I have the overwhelming urge to cuddle her.
“I knew you’d be so pretty when you came for me,” I say as I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “Tonight, when I sneak in your room, I want you to be just as quiet.”
“Sorry about that,” Brian says as he sits back down in his seat.
I pull my fingers from her warmth and lean back in my seat. While Brian is cutting his own steak, I look over at Sage who watches me swipe my fingers across my lips and lick them to taste her. Her release is tangy sweet on my tongue and it does absolutely nothing to ease my need for her. All it does is make me desperate to have her all alone.
“How is it?” Brian asks as he smiles up at the two of us.
“Fucking delicious,” I answer and then grab my own knife and fork.
“This might be the most I’ve ever seen you smile, Jensen. We’ll have to have you around more often,” Brian says, shaking his head.
“Definitely,” I agree then wink at Sage.