by Young, M. L.
Blake himself was going to pick me up, which was a nice change of pace from having Gustav come. I loved Gustav, and especially talking to him about his family and his life, but sometimes it’s nice to have your guy pick you up alone. I never thought I’d have to worry about that, but I guess it was a new facet of my life.
“Okay, he should be here in a few,” I said, as I came out of the room all dressed up.
“Ow, ow,” Nicolette howled, as I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before taking a few sips and feeling the ice-cold sensation run down my throat and cool me down. My phone buzzed inside my purse, before I took it out and saw the preview saying he was here. I told Nicolette goodbye and walked out of the door as she stayed on the couch eating half-melted ice cream that was likely going to drip all over.
I locked the door before quickly going down the stairs and out into the lobby. Blake was outside in his red Italian supercar. As I walked out, I could see a few people down the street admiring it. I opened the door, struggling to slide down into the super low-positioned seat. The door, which went upwards, came down with ease as I pulled it closed and Blake quickly locked us in.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you. You look very handsome, as always,” I said.
“I try,” he said, with a smile, before giving me a kiss hello.
He had the restaurant location in his GPS and as he pulled out the roaring engine vibrated through my body. With my heart racing, I heard the engine pulse as we whizzed by on-looking pedestrians while they gazed and took pictures with awe. It was only too bad nobody I knew from high school was here to see me right now.
The traffic was horrendous, as a Saturday night date was something many other couples and hopeful singles had in mind. Buses and trolleys drove by, and parking on the side of the street seemed almost impossible. We soon reached the restaurant, which was a little bit of a drive from my apartment, and Blake pulled into a lot not too far away and parked under a bright streetlamp. The lot was guarded with a solid steel fence and barbed wire, and was manned by two security guards in a booth up front.
We got out of the car, he locked the car into security mode and it chirped, and we walked towards the restaurant hand-in-hand as a small February breeze blew.
Other couples walked hand-in-hand too as we dodged and weaved through the crowds. Nobody seemed to recognize Blake, which was nice, and it was almost like I was out with just some random guy nobody knew. That didn’t always happen, and even someone like Tyler knew who he was.
“My dear,” he said, as he opened the door to the restaurant.
The restaurant had a modern take on the rainforest in terms of décor. The lighting was dim, there were plants and small trees everywhere, and there were even sounds of the rainforest playing in the background as waiters and waitresses served people sitting in chairs that looked like tree stumps. The tables were made to look like a long centipede. It was cool.
“Hello, may I help you?” a hostess, one of two, asked.
“Reservation for Hunter,” Blake said.
Without even looking at her reservations list, she perked up and quickly drew the other hostess to attention.
“Please seat Mr. and Mrs. Hunter at their table,” she said.
Mrs. Hunter. Huh. How about that? Neither Blake nor I corrected her, and he didn’t even seem to notice, or he did a good job of hiding it. I, on the other hand, almost started beaming from ear to ear as I thought about how good it felt to be called that. The girl didn’t think I was just some random girl on his arm. Maybe it was the way he was handsy with me, or maybe she just didn’t want to assume. Either way, it made my night, and it had hardly even begun.
The other hostess grabbed two menus and asked us to follow her. We went towards the back, which featured a VIP area that was empty aside from us. The table, which was dimly lit and out of the view of most of the other patrons, wasn’t quite as long as the other centipede table, but it still contained all the detail and maybe even a little more, with gold accents between the ridges in its exoskeleton.
“This is nice,” I said, as I touched it.
“I like how they stuck to their theme, at least. Can’t say I’ll love the food,” Blake said.
“At least you’re trying it. It means a lot that you’d do something like this for me, when it obviously takes you outside your comfort zone,” I said.
“Anything for you,” he said, before opening his menu.
Smiling, I opened mine and began to skim through the selections. The menu wasn’t large by many other restaurants’ standards, but it was diverse in both the food and the insects available. Some options let you pick what you wanted, like the create your own stir-fry bowl, while others were set in stone and even had a note that said no bug substitutions would be accepted. I guess just like with wine, you had to pair the perfect insect to your meal.
“Hello, and how are the two of you doing this evening?” a man asked, as he walked up to the table.
“Well, and yourself?” Blake asked.
“I’m great, thank you for asking. My name is Zack, and I’ll be serving you tonight. May I start you off with something to drink?” Zack asked.
“I’ll have the tropical lemonade,” I said, as I pointed to the rainbow-colored picture on the menu.
“A great choice. My personal favorite,” Zack said.
“I’ll do the same, actually,” Blake said.
“Great! I’ll be back shortly with your drinks. Please feel free to look over the menu, and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask,” Zack said, before walking away.
“Wow, you got a lemonade?” I asked.
“Why is that such a surprise?” he asked.
“I didn’t think you’d drink something so fruity,” I said.
“Well, you ordered it, and I trust your judgment. I can never go wrong with you,” he said.
I smiled, though it was a little fake, before we went and looked at the menu again. How could I be doing this to him right now? How could I be so vengeful in wanting to get back at him? Here he was, trying new things and trusting me, and I was giving him a great reason not to do it any more. I mean, hell, I had brought him here mostly because I wanted to exercise a little control and make him uncomfortable.
As I panicked in my seat, Zack soon came back with our drinks and set them in front of us. After asking if we needed some more time, Blake said he was ready and I nodded as well.
“I’ll have the Angus burger with crushed mealworms,” he said, with an almost alarmed and disgusted face.
“And for you?” Zack asked.
“I’ll have the tropical stir-fry with the crickets, but can I have them headless?” I asked.
“Certainly. I’ll get those orders in right away for you guys,” Zack said.
“I can’t believe you have me eating this stuff,” Blake said, laughing a little.
“You’ll like it, I know it. I’ve only heard great things about the food, and the ambiance is incredible,” I said.
“So, are you excited for our trip?” Blake asked.
“Yes! It’s going to be so much fun, I hope,” I said.
“It will be. We’ll try to pack as much in as possible during the day,” he said.
“What about at night?” I asked.
“I have plenty of plans for you at night in a big, fancy hotel room,” he said, before taking a sip of his lemonade.
“Do tell,” I replied, before taking a sip myself and trying to hold back my lips from pursing from the tart drink.
“I want to taste you again. All of you,” he said.
“Is that a fact?” I asked.
“Very much so,” he said.
“Why wait?” I asked, as I paused before speaking.
“So, you’re telling me you want some tonight?” he asked, almost perking up a little.
“I didn’t say tonight…” I said.
“Wait, you’re talking about—”
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sp; “Mmhm,” I replied, with sultry eyes.
“And how exactly would we go about that?” he asked.
“Bathroom,” I said, shrugging.
“What if somebody walks in?” he asked.
“Let them,” I replied.
I saw him shift in his seat, as I probably gave him the biggest fantasy he could ever dream of. What guy didn’t want sex in random places, and then to get fed immediately after? Not only that, but sex in a public place was pretty much a bucket list item for me, at least since I met Blake. He brought out a confidence in me that I didn’t know existed before. Might as well get it done with while I still had an open chance.
“How do we go about this?” I asked.
“The bathrooms are right over there. We can go in, lock the door, and go at it,” Blake said.
“So we’re just going to walk in?” I asked.
“Why not?” he asked, with a smile.
I nodded in that direction, and the two of us got up and started walking over towards the bathrooms. Scared that somebody was watching us, I didn’t even look around to see if the coast was clear. I just walked behind Blake.
The restaurant had a family bathroom, which as we walked in I saw was just a private bathroom that luckily had a padlock. We walked in and the lights turned on, and Blake locked the door behind me and pulled on it to test it. It was locked. He turned to me and I pushed him against the door and ran my hands up and down his sides.
“Feisty, are we?” he asked.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said.
Blake grabbed my waist and flipped me around so my back was pressed against the cold metal door and he ravaged me like I’d wanted him to. His hand ran up my thigh and brought up my skirt as I tasted his saliva and wanted more. His tongue, strong and pink, wrapped around mine as I gasped for air and begged for more.
I quickly unbuckled his pants as my nerves got the better of me. What if people were standing outside this bathroom right now? What if they heard us? I guess I couldn’t say that I cared too much. After all, when a girl gets an urge, she needs to fulfill it.
With his belt undone, I grabbed the waist of his gray slacks and undid them before unzipping them and letting them fall to the ground. His cock, which was separated by boxer briefs made from a thin layer of an almost spandex-like material, came right out as I pulled the briefs down past his warm, slightly hairy balls.
“God, I love this cock,” I whispered, as I started to jerk him slowly.
He grabbed my skirt and pulled it up before pushing my turquoise panties to the side and starting to rub me slowly.
“I love this tight, wet pussy more than you know,” he whispered back.
Hearing his words, I bit my lower lip. I could feel myself creaming up all over his fingers. He slowly inserted his middle finger, his longest one, as I closed my eyes and felt myself stretching to accommodate it. God, he was so big and thick, and I was only feeling his finger inside me. I couldn’t wait to actually have him inside me.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, as I got down on my knees and looked up at him.
“Mmhm,” I moaned, as I opened my mouth and started to suck his dick.
My tongue ran across a vein on the bottom of his shaft as I gripped the base of his cock with two hands to keep it steady. He put his hands through my hair as he held it back and out of the way before using it like reins to guide me back and forth.
I took a deep breath before starting to swallow his dick like an anaconda on a gazelle, feeling it tickle my throat before I winced, my eyes watering, and let go.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, so nobody outside would hear.
As I squatted, I started to finger myself and look back up at him as our eyes locked and I felt myself tingle a little bit more. Blake brought a sexuality out of me that I never thought possible before. I was shy, timid, and definitely not remotely sexy. With him, though, I felt a fire inside that just could never be extinguished.
I heard the door to the men’s bathroom next to us open and close. I smiled at Blake and wondered if the person knew we were in here. Part of me hoped so, but I’d feel differently when we went back out to our table.
“Do you have protection?” he asked.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth before rummaging through my purse that sat on the floor and pulling out the condom. I handed him it and he ripped open the golden wrapper and rolled it down his cock. He grabbed my hands, pulling me up, before flipping me around and putting my hands against the door. Looking back, he pulled my ass out before I arched my back and spread my legs. I put my forearms against the cold door and waited as he brushed the tip of his cock against my dripping wet pussy. He spread his legs further apart before I felt his bulging manhood push inside me.
I gasped, letting out a small moan, before realizing I had to be quiet and biting the inside of my cheeks. He started to thrust as his hands gripped my ass cheeks and hopefully started to leave red marks that I could look at later. With them spread apart, he gripped them harder as his thick cock stretched me out in the best way.
“Yes,” I moaned, in almost silence.
“Yeah, you like that?” he asked, in an equally low tone.
“Harder,” I said.
He grabbed my hair as his right hand left my cheek and pulled it back as I smiled and asked for more. As if I’d triggered something, he slammed himself into me and sent ripples up my ass, and the entirety of his cock was soon inside me.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he said, surprising me.
This was the shortest amount of time he’d ever lasted, but I couldn’t blame him. This was high-risk, and with that came increased horniness that wouldn’t just go away. Hell, I was creaming my panties before we even got in here. Just the thought of it was enough to set me off.
“Come for me,” I moaned softly.
“Quiet, in case someone hears,” he whispered.
“I want them to know you’re about to come inside me,” I said back.
As if I’d sparked something inside him, his breathing started to grow shallow and I heard soft, sweet moans emanating from his body. I felt every inch of every thrust he gave me. I wanted nothing more than to make him come. After another sixty seconds of thrusting, and his breathing getting so shallow I was afraid I’d have to perform CPR, it finally happened.
He slowed down, as he huffed and puffed and tried to blow my house down.
“Yes,” I moaned, as his thrusts slowed.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
“Give me all of it,” I said, as I looked behind me.
The look on his face was awe-inspiring as he stopped thrusting completely and pumped his load inside the waiting condom. I smiled, biting my lower lip, as I watched him try to hold back his deep moans that would fill the restaurant floor. His cock soon stopped, and he pulled himself slowly out of me. I felt every inch of him leave like I felt it enter. With the condom still on his hard dick, I saw the pool of cum sitting inside. A few beads of sweat formed in his hairline.
“How was that?” I asked, with a devilish smile.
“Amazing,” he said, slightly out of breath.
I pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt as he pulled off the condom and flushed it down the toilet. He buttoned himself back up as I straightened his shirt and wiped off his forehead with a few paper towels.
“Good as new,” I said.
“I feel better than new,” he said.
“How should we get out of here?” I asked.
“Go out and back to the table. I’ll follow in a couple minutes,” he said.
I gave him a soft kiss before exiting the family restroom and not seeing another person in sight outside. I was relieved, and hoped nobody heard us or alerted someone to our presence. It wouldn’t be good press for Blake, but then again, maybe it would be. Tabloids would love to hear about a Casanova billionaire who had sex in all the right places.
I walked back to the table that still had our lemonades on it be
fore Zack came over.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah, he just wasn’t feeling well. I went with him to make sure he was okay. Always taking care of my guy,” I said, with what I hoped was a convincing smile.
“Oh, no problems! My girlfriend is the same way. It makes me feel special. Anyway, your food will be up soon. If his stomach is still bothering him, I can try to get him some ginger ale and crackers,” Zack said.
“Thank you so much, Zack. I really appreciate your help and concern. I’ll definitely let you know,” I said, with a friendly smile.
Zack walked away and Blake came out, before sitting down and taking a sip of his drink.
“What was that about? Is he suspicious?” Blake asked.
“Not at all. I told him you didn’t feel well and I was taking care of you,” I said.
“Nice,” Blake said, with a smile, as if he were proud of me.
Zack soon brought out our food and I looked at the bits of bug embedded in my stir-fry. I knew it was coming, obviously, but actually seeing it right in front of me was completely different.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” Zack asked.
“Nope, I think we’re fine,” Blake replied.
“Okay, just let me know if something pops up,” Zack said, before walking away.
Blake took off the top bun of his burger and looked it over. Bits of mealworm were broken up and dispersed throughout the meat. He put some garlic aioli on and put the bun back before picking it up and looking at me.
“Scared?” he asked.
“Of this? Please,” I replied.
“Then take a bite,” he said.
“Okay, no problem,” I said, as I wrapped some noodles and vegetables on my fork.
“Bugs too,” he said, smiling.
With an expression of disdain, I put a cricket on the tip of my fork and put it up to my mouth.
“Same time,” I said.
“Okay. One…two…three,” he said.
I put the forkful in my mouth as he sat there watching me, going back on our deal.
“Ass,” I replied, as I bit into the crispy cricket body.
He laughed before taking a bite and making an impressed face. He didn’t make a fuss, didn’t complain, and made sure I didn’t do the same either. I couldn’t, though. I invited him here, I had to go, and I teased him about trying new things. I couldn’t just put my fork down and call it a day. I had to see this through and eat more than him. If not for my sake, then for women everywhere!