by Alexis Angel
I suck in ragged lungfuls of air, the sensations all overwhelming me to the point where I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back a loud, intense orgasm, and I don’t know if I want to.
Perhaps knowing how truly close I am, Jake places both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide, pushing me even deeper on him. He grips me and pulls me against him, the rhythm so intense and his cock so deep inside of me that I cry out, my voice just above a whisper but shaking. “Oh, fuck, that’s...Oh, God,” I moan as he rams his cock inside my ass, his hips slamming into me and making sure that I’m still taking him so deep. My body is burning up at the intensity of him fucking me, making me come again. “I’m coming!” The frantic whisper tears from my throat as a violent orgasm flows out of me, overtaking my conscious mind and pulling it down into the abyss of ecstasy.
Both my pussy and ass tighten up, and I feel my gushing cum weeping from my pussy as I moan. Frozen in place like that, impaled on his cock, I let pleasure wash over me, furious waves of bliss thundering in my mind, and only then do I dare to open my eyes and look around. Breathing hard, so hard that my lungs feel on the verge of exploding, I look into Jake’s eyes. My own eyes widen and we both laugh.
“Did you know you had that in you, Layla?” Jake asks. The way he says my name makes my insides melt all over again.
Literally, I’m wet just listening to him, and that’s why I respond with a joke. “Yeah, I’m aware there’s a 12-inch cock in my ass, Jacob,” I say, emphasizing his name, too. “And I think I need to suck my cum off that cock...after you come in my ass. I want to taste us together.”
Jake’s eyebrows rise. Yeah, Mr. Big Shot TV fucker, you wanna show me what your tongue can do and what your fingers can do—all my holes are open for business today and I want to have Jake in all of them.
My nipples ache just thinking about watching him lick my cum off his fingers. So I’m going to lick our cum off his cock.
“I'll not have a hard time coming in your ass, baby,” Jake says, his fingers digging into my hips. He pulls me against him, harder, the slam of his cock fully impaling me and making me yelp again.
I’m still shivering from my last orgasm, and as he slowly but surely fucks my ass, staying deep and squeezing me against him, I teeter on the edge of an orgasm for what seems like an eternity in the several minutes of hard pumping I endure. I can tell by the thickness of his cock it’s about ready to burst, but Jake’s got staying power and he keeps fucking me longer, for both of our pleasure. I see the erotic torment on his face and I want to send him over the edge.
“You want me to suck your cock right here in this restaurant, right after you’ve fucked my pussy and my ass.” I suck in a breath, my own words turning me on so much that I’m trembling. I sent myself over the edge, too! “You want me to lick every drop of our cum off your cock, with my head under the table and in your lap like some kind of bad girl, like you said? You think I’m a bad girl, Jacob?” I bite my lip. I didn’t know I had such a talent for this whole dirty talk thing and I’m enjoying it. Like, really enjoying it and there’s a hot flood of lust burning in my clit.
Jake fucking knows. His thumb goes right to my clit, his other hand cradling my face. “You are a very bad girl. Come for me while I load your ass up with cum. I want it dripping beneath your dress, running down your thighs while you suck up what’s left of us on my cock.”
The intense way his eyes capture mine keep me from looking away, even if I wanted to, because my eyes could roll back in my head with how good I feel right now. But as the orgasm takes over me, I breathe through it and keep my eyes locked on him.
“You’re fucking fearless, Layla,” Jake groans, his own orgasm filling me up. Hot jets of what must be gallons of cum pump into my ass, and I know that he’s more than just talk. I will be covered in his cum, with plenty to go around. I squeeze him with my inner muscles and milk every drop, desperate to have all our cum there for me to suck off.
I shudder around him, and he helps lift me off his cock. I slip under the table, pressing my hand to my mouth and yelping at the sudden emptiness inside me.
I touch the head of Jake’s cock as I look up at him, sliding my fingertips over it. I grin wickedly as the pads of Jake’s fingers stroke my neck.
I’m on all fours now, my hands down on the ground too for balance. I take Jake’s cock deep inside my mouth and my ass presses against the bottom of the table because I can’t help but arch my back at the taste and thrill of his cock inside me.
Jake’s cock slides between my lips and works down my throat. He’s huge and sticky and his cock is covered in our cum. I greedily lick the length of him and feel our cum pouring down my throat, and I just want more.
“You want me to come in your mouth, don't you, Layla?” Jake asks. I know two things. One, he’s reading my mind, the lust that consumes me is so apparent to him.
And two, that isn’t really a question even if it sounds like one. Jake’s cock is thrusting harder into my mouth than before and I’m aching for him to shoot a load of hot, fresh cum down my throat.
I close my eyes as Jake starts picking up the pace, his twelve inches traveling fast between my lips. I want to savor every sensation of his cock in my throat, the taste of his skin and of us making me moan.
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 e
ach 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.