by Alexis Angel
My tits are swaying in time with each of Jake’s thrusts. I see his eyes take in the sight, and he takes one hand to my left breast and squeezes it. He starts pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger, pulling my tit free from my bra and making me squirm to be so exposed and sucking his cock right here in the restaurant, and my brain almost explodes from the overload of pleasure coursing through me. My whole body seems to be burning up, the lust inside me threatening to pull me under. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Losing all conscious control, I move my mouth down Jake’s shaft as hard as I can while I bring one of my hands up to my right breast and tug on my nipple like Jake is doing to the other. I want to touch my pussy, too, but the aching in my nipples makes them top priority.
“Fuck, you look so hot, sucking my cock while we play with your tits,” Jake groans.
I can tell that he’s closer to coming now, and my own orgasm wouldn’t be all that far away if I drag my fingers down to my clit. But not yet.
Right now, I want Jake to come. I want him to blow a fresh load of cum right down my throat and I want to swallow him up, right here under the table.
I start bobbing up and down on the shaft, running my tongue up and down the length and bringing my hand to stroke him while I suck on just the head.
Looking up at him, I see the erotic torture I’m putting him through and I know that he needs me to swallow him up with much tighter suction. I give his cock a few more tugs and then I open wide and wrap my lips around him, sucking tightly until I practically have a seal around his 12 inches. There's a very wet seal, and I hear the wet sound of me taking him even further in my mouth as I swallow up every strand of pre-cum that leaks from the tip of Jake’s cock.
He squeezes my whole tit in his hand, the other hand grabbing a handful of my hair. “I’m gonna fucking come,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Swallow me, Layla, swallow every last drop right here.”
I nod playfully, taking his cock all the way down my throat as I feel him start to explode. While the hot jets of cum stream down my throat, I swallow around him with my throat and make sure that I get every drop I can from his cock into my mouth. Unfortunately, there’s just so much cum. Well, unfortunate for my investigation, but fortunate for my lust, because I love that his cum is dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin.
"Fuck," Jake says, his finger sweeping along the curve of my chin. I shiver along with the curve of his touch and I want to be able to lean forward and pull his hand back to my breasts. I think again about being noticed, and I shy away for a second, but then I remember what we just did and...well, how horny I still am.
His fingers drop down my cleavage, stroking the swell of my breasts on each side on the way, trailing his fingers down to my still-exposed, still-sticky pussy. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat. I try to swallow but I don't. I can't. After everything, after how brazen I felt, I'm stuck in a moment thinking just how much I want him...and then his fingers plunge inside me. Fast, hard, he pumps several of his fingers into my pussy and starts to crook them until my legs are shaking under the table. Then, quickly pulling them out, I let out a yelp as he pulls my legs up more and he shoves his fingers into my ass, scissoring them to stretch me and make me groan at the way he's stroking inside me.
"Your ass is so tight," Jake says in a low sensual voice that instinctively makes me pull closer to him. "Even tighter when I do..." he draws up his other fingers and slides them into my pussy, filling my holes up so intensely that I reach out and clutch the tablecloth to release some of the tension building within me. Of course, it isn't enough. It could never be enough, not if it is anything other than an orgasm. Jake's fingers keep stroking in me but they don't get me close enough to the edge of ecstasy. He keeps me right on the brink. I bring my other hand forward and close around the back of his neck, aching to touch him more...and definitely in hopes that he'll stroke a little harder, a little faster. I crave his touch more than I've ever craved anything in my life and I feel the idea that I'm inside of a restaurant fading far from the edges of my mind. All I care about is my lust and having it fulfilled. My breathing goes ragged and I suck lungfuls of air as he starts to rub slower circles inside me. "Jacob," I whine out and his eyes capture mine.
"I told you I was good with my fingers," he says with a smug grin.
"Mmm," I moan. "That you are," I say with a laugh, leaning closer to him so that my nose rests against his chest for just a second.
The movement increases the intensity and his fingers in my pussy and ass start to overwhelm me. Raw need makes my lips tremble and my legs shake. "Oh God!" I cry out and I squeeze my hold on his neck harder.
"Yeah, Layla, you want to come, don't you? You're so close. I feel you squeezing around me," he says, half-taunting, half-teasing. "I want you to come right here, cover my fingers with your cum," Jake says. His eyes lock with mine.
That's my undoing. The absolutely erotic look in his eyes captivates me and pushes me right over the edge yet again. My blood is on fire underneath my skin and a need rolls back into my brain and sets fireworks off in my skull. My nipples are tight and aching. Whimpering, I suck in my lower lip and let a low moan escape my lips. My orgasm is a flutter, start-stop, ongoing push and pull feeling that seems to bloom through my body with a hot, wet pressure that’s desperate to be released. My eyes roll back and finally squeeze shut as the ripples of bliss float through my being and make me forget where I am. I cry out and feel Jake’s finger—dripping with my cum on my lips. I suck down every last drop of my pussy juice coating his fingers while he pumps his fingers into my ass, slowly building up a tantalizing speed that serves to keep my pleasure coasting right on the surface.
“Fuck, Layla, your pussy smells better than anything they cook here,” Jake says, and I watch him take a finger and stroke it through my cum-covered pussy folds. “And it tastes better, too.”
I tremble at the erotic sight of him licking up my cum, and I'm just too turned on to resist my instinct.
I grab his cheek, turning him to kiss me so that I can taste my pussy on his lips. I want to kiss him now while I can still taste my cum on his lips, and when I do, it sends a shot of ice and fire through my spine all at once.
Moaning into his mouth, I savor my taste as it fades away into the taste of our kiss, and it overwhelms our senses. What’s funny is that we are kissing so intensely that as we have to break away to catch our breath, that’s when I start to remember that we’re in a restaurant and that we’ve been just, like, totally indecent. I bite my lower lip and glance around, but my eyes are already narrowing.
“I think a few people might know...but no one is going to say anything,” I say in a quiet whisper.
Jake’s eyes light up and his gaze follows my fingers. I dip down and stroke my clit in long, slow circles that make my knees weak. I slump back some in my seat and I don’t bother hiding the way that my breasts are basically jumping with the ragged breaths I’m taking. This is the hottest date I’ve ever been on and I want to ride the wave of my intense lust as long as I can manage before reality decides to creep back in and ruin my night. “I need to be able to breathe through the rest of our dinner,” I explain to him, “and I’m going to come again just thinking about this whole...everything,” I say, finally giving up on words.
His hands stroke my thighs and every touch from him shoots a tendril of pleasure to my pussy and I start working my clit much faster, aching to let everything drive me higher and higher into the realms of pleasure.
“Layla, where have you been all my life?” Jake says, and he’s laughing, but there’s a weight to his words that gives me a second of pause. It's undeniable, the way that he makes me feel when I’m sitting next to him, when I lay my hands on him...I want to feel this way as long as I can and I know that I’ve never felt it before today.
I can’t think of any retort, however, and I don’t need to; my orgasm starts to tear through me and Jake crushes his mouth against mine, kissing the sound
and soul out of me there. I lick his tongue as he strokes up mine, I explore his mouth and feel the warmth of his. We moan into each other, breathe one another, and kiss so deeply that I feel my head actually get dizzy. My orgasm rounds off like a final waterfall surrounding me, not just in sensation, but also in wetness. I'm so soaking wet with my pussy juice coating my thighs. More than I've ever come before and I realize…I must have squirted. The heat in my stomach and the waterfall, the pressure release. “Oh God, I squirted, Jacob,” I say.
His playful laugh makes me snap my legs shut but I’m laughing, too.
“Well, this mouth has made a lot of women squirt, but I’m usually lapping up a lot more,” Jake says. Before I know it, he’s on his knees under the table and he’s licking all my cum off my thighs. I’m shivering even though I’m burning up, his tongue sliding up and down the sticky cum marking my thighs with such precision and speed that it makes me dizzy all over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ I cry out, trying to keep my volume low but only making myself struggle more. His mouth glides over my clit, my pussy, both so briefly, before his tongue is back on my thighs.
When all the cum is cleaned up, then his teeth start to nibble on me and I almost come from just the way that this feels. I can barely contain myself! I’m shattering around the way he’s touching me and I feel the pleasure starting to crest over the edge of no return...and then his hands reach up and his fingers interlock with mine; that’s the ignition.
It sets fire to the passion boiling within me and I come undone, lust unbuckling the seams of my mind and releasing a floating, falling sensation of lust and ecstasy. My pussy is shaking with need, cum gushing out of me with a searing white-hot heat, and his mouth laps it up as it flows down my thighs again. The feel of his tongue, his lips, and then his teeth removing all the evidence of how hard I came, offering to alleviate the symptom but not curing the cause, it makes me moan low in my throat.
He releases my hands and comes back up to kiss me again. Again, I taste me, I taste my pussy on his lips, and I want to melt into the taste of me on his mouth.
Our kiss finally breaks, and I start to relax enough to finish my meal. I remain the perfect restaurant guest the rest of the time, at least in theory, but a heat is burned in my skull at the erotic flashbacks of the moments before the peaceful end to dinner. When we finally start to make our way to the limo, I can’t imagine that I’m the person who did those things…or that I was ever a person who wouldn’t do those things. I know that sounds really strange, but hear me out. I came so hard in that restaurant and it was an incredible experience. I wouldn’t trade the way that felt for a million dollars.
Or seven.
How can I be acting like this with someone I have a professional entanglement with? I don’t know, but I let myself push the thought away for now because I want to be able to enjoy the rest of this evening before I have to cope with the rest of life crashing down on us. For now, we’re two people having quite possibly one of the best nights of our lives.
As he holds the car door open for me, I take a deep breath and tell myself that I can do this. Because I can. I’m a grown woman. Whose thighs are still a little wobbly and whose panties are in a state of ruin like they have never known. But that’s so totally beside the point.
“What did you think of the restaurant?’ Jake asks. He doesn’t have a joking laugh on his face for once, but I can’t help but laugh.
“I thought the menu was divine,” I tell him, and I let myself giggle.
“I think I tasted some of the most exquisite flavors in the world there, for sure,” Jake says. Now I really understand that phrase about someone having a twinkle in their eye, because Jake’s face reads as pure mischief.
“Is that so?” I say. “I think I found it quite appetizing to my palate as well,” I offer. I loved tasting my pussy on his mouth. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever done in my life.
“Yeah, I mean, we get an A plus in conflict resolution right? No need to level a magic set of hands or lips for a seven million dollar fine,” Jake says and he’s laughing again, a deep, masculine sound that sends a thrill up and down my spine.
“Well hold your thought there, Jacob,” I say, and I put my hands on my hips. For two seconds I think he's serious and it totally infuriates me. I look into his eyes, narrowing mine, and then I realize that, no, he understands that what happened tonight and what’s happening with the FCC are two separate issues.
Jake
“You’re still not off the hook with the FCC,” Layla tells me with a smirk as we ride through Manhattan in my limo. I’m not ready for my night with her to be over, so I’m having my driver take her home.
I laugh. “You’re kidding, right?” Though I’m not sure she actually is. Layla strikes me as someone who takes her job very seriously. She also gives me the impression she wouldn’t let the fact that we just had hot, crazy sex override her work ethic.
She just lifts her eyebrows mysteriously.
I pull her a little closer to me. “Why are you doing this?”
“What?”
“Trying to get my show canceled.”
She sighs as she settles against me. “I’m doing my job. I’m trying to protect people.”
“People don’t need to be protected from pleasure, Layla. People deserve this kind of pleasure.”
You’d think this conversation would be awkward or filled with some kind of anger or regret considering what we just did. But it’s not at all. It feels very relaxed and natural. Just two people talking about their thoughts, their philosophies.
Layla is someone I could really enjoy spending time with. Yeah, she fucks like a champ, and she’s incredibly gorgeous. But she’s also intelligent and opinionated. I like her a lot, and even if we have differing views, I still respect her opinions.
“So, do you watch any other TV shows?” I ask.
Her head bobs, her blonde hair fanning out over my shoulder. It smells really fucking good. Some heady, sexy vanilla scent. “I actually never miss an episode of Manhattan Reign. It’s my guilty pleasure.”
“Babe, guilt and pleasure should never be in the same sentence,” I tease. Then I remember something I heard about that show. “Isn’t that the show where the two lead characters actually had sex on camera during a love scene? And it aired live? Why weren’t they fined?”
Layla nods again. “That’s the one.” She waves her hand dismissively. “But that’s just a rumor.”
I’m not so sure it is. If so, why haven’t they been slapped with a fine like the FCC is trying to do to me? They had full on sex on live TV, yet I’m getting a seven million dollar fine slapped on me for every single episode ever.
“Anyway,” she continues, “I have to uphold values. There have to be standards.” She says it like she isn’t fully convinced. Not at all like she did the first day she came to the studio and called my show obscene.
I wonder if she’s starting to view things differently now that she’s seen behind the scenes and gotten to know me personally. But still, her word choice is off.
“Values?” I turn her chin toward me and try to read her face. “Whose values are you upholding, Layla?”
Something tells me they aren’t necessarily hers. Someone with a prudent moral code wouldn’t have just had sex in a public place, let alone a quiet, exclusive restaurant.
Just then the limo pulls to a stop in front of what must be Layla’s building, and she doesn’t answer me.
“Nice digs.”
She smirks. “Yeah, can you believe it? A government agency pulling out all the stops on a place for me to live?”
Layla reaches for the door handle, but I stop her, placing a hand over hers and pulling her back toward me.
“Not so fast.” I slide my hands around her waist and grip her hips, lowering my mouth to her ear. “Is the verdict in yet? Have I been proven guilty?”
She threads her fingers in my hair and pulls me tighter to her when I start to nibble on her neck, u
sing just a hint of teeth. I’m rewarded with a shiver racing through her body.
Pulling back slightly, she gives me a wicked grin. “Yes, Mr. Kent. You're definitely a very bad boy. I think you’re one hundred percent guilty as charged.”
“That’s what I thought,” I growl.
Then I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her softly. Her lips part with a sigh, and I sink in deeper to the kiss as she melts against my chest. Our tongues tangle and stroke, slowly and languidly, and I wonder if she might invite me up for another round.
But then she pulls back and gives me a saucy little smile. The sass is back. “You better clean up your act or you just might be looking at some serious punishment.”
I laugh. “Yeah right. I’m as filthy as they come, baby, and you know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Goodnight, Jacob.”
I shake my head. Jacob. This woman still insists on calling me Jacob.
“Night, Layla.”
I watch until she’s disappeared inside her swanky building, and then get lost in my thoughts as my driver continues down the streets of New York, taking me home. I really enjoyed tonight. Every bit of it. Not just the fucking, though that was fucking incredible. I like debating with her just as much. Having a real conversation with someone that actually meant something.
I think I could get used to that. I wonder when I’ll see her again. After a night like this, I know I haven’t had enough.
Layla
I step into the shower and let the hot water pour down over me from the rain shower jets, my mind running over everything that happened tonight.
I can’t believe I had sex in such a public place. I told Jake the first day I met him that he must have a thing for voyeurism. Who knew that I did too? That was so crazy hot. Just the thrill of getting caught made everything a hundred times better. Honestly, that was probably the best sex of my life. No, I take that back. There’s no probably about it.