by Nella Tyler
He got up from the booth and grabbed me, lifting me up. I giggled as he took me in his arms. He lifted me onto the table and moved in-between my legs. I was so incredibly turned on, I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I was up for anything. I didn't care I was going to allow Link to take me wherever he wanted. My mind was racing as I watched him unzip his pants. Was he going to fuck me right there in the middle of the booth? I couldn't possibly believe what was happening between us and yet it all felt so natural. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do and I wondered about my growing feelings for Link. My thoughts suddenly shut down when he dropped his pants and then his underwear. I gasped at his forwardness. When our eyes met he smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. I couldn't believe I was about to be fucked in a luxury booth but it was surprisingly liberating to think about it. I had zero issues with what was about to happen. The moment couldn't have been sexier and I spread my legs wide for him. His cock was hard and it stood up ready for me. I had been right about his cock; it was nice and hard and thick enough to cause me immense pleasure. I fumbled with my dress but Link stopped me. “What?” I asked.
“I want to fuck you with that dress on.”
He pushed up the skirt portion of my dress and revealed my lace panties. He slid them aside and felt my pussy. I had already grown wet with anticipation; I couldn't have been more excited to have him so close to me. I could see his cock and I ached for it. I needed him badly and just seeing his cock bob before me was enough to get me very excited.
“You feel so nice Gemma, you're so wet.” I moaned as he pushed a finger inside me and started to caress me, pressing hard on my clit and then going deeper inside. My eyes fluttered. God that felt so good. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I couldn't even think straight while he was touching me. Was I really going to let him fuck me right there at the club? I smiled. Yes I was. I was going to let Link fuck me on the table. Hopefully he fucked me really good. Who was I kidding? Of course he was going to fuck me good. Look at the man; he was built for sex. “Mmmm, that feels so good Link.”
I smiled and crushed his mouth with a kiss, searching out his tongue and sucking on it. He moaned and the sound thrilled me. I loved pleasing him and I wanted to do more of it. I wanted to taste every inch of him but we didn't exactly have the room for it. I needed his cock though and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. He continued to kiss me as he finger-fucked me and I was bombarded with waves of pleasure as I enjoyed his kisses. I moved in and kissed him passionately as he fucked me.
He took his fingers out of me and put his hands on my bottom and squeezed it tight. I loved feeling his hands on me; it felt amazing. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by his touch. I kissed his jawline, nipping at his throat. He growled and I bit him even harder. My hands found his cock as I played with his balls before bending down. I didn't have a lot of room but I wasn't missing the opportunity to taste his cock. It looked incredible before me and I ached to have it in my mouth. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth.
He let out a long moan, as his hands were lost in my hair. I sucked hard while massaging his balls. I loved the power that I had when his cock was in my mouth. I controlled the pleasure that he got in that moment. His cock hit the back of my throat and he called out my name. Hearing him say the word Gemma sounded so wonderful. It was more of a growl and it was just what I needed to make me even wetter. I moved in rhythm over his cock starting off slowly and then picking up the pace. My mouth moved onto his cock slowly at first and then he pounded it into my mouth. I didn't want to make him cum right away so I kept slowing things down.
“God, Gemma that feels incredible.”
I continued to suck him, twirling my tongue around his tip. His cock was hard in my mouth and taking it in brought me so much pleasure. I could feel myself getting wet all over again.
“Darling, I need to be inside you. Gemma, I'm going to fuck you so good. I can't wait to give you my cock.”
I slid him out of my mouth gently as he pushed me back on the table. There was a fire in his eyes and I knew I was in for a night to remember. I lay back down onto the table, spreading my legs for him. He looked at my sex as if he was falling in love with it and he climbed on top of me, lifting my dress to take a look. He pulled down my panties and slid a finger inside me once again. He finger-fucked me fast, enjoying the look of ecstasy that came over my face.
“Oh god...Link come inside me, please. I want you so badly.” I marvelled at the fact that I was doing something I never would have considered before, but things with Link seemed normal, like it shouldn't be any other way. I was aching to have his cock inside me. I couldn't wait any longer.
Resting my feet on his shoulders he plunged deep inside me. I gasped as the full length of him pumped in and out. I called out his name, which drove him mad. Wow, everything about that man was incredible. He was everything that I could ask for in a man. It occurred to me that the other guests might be able to hear us fucking. I dismissed the thought instantly - the music in the club was so loud that most people couldn't hear each other talk.
“Your pussy feels amazing Gemma, I can't get enough of you. What a nice tight pussy you have.”
I could barely think as waves of pleasure washed over me continuously. I had lost all ability to think and reason. I only saw him, felt him and I had never felt so complete. I felt a tension build up inside of me and I came on his cock, releasing an orgasm so strong it rocked my body. He came soon after and fell exhausted onto my chest. I kissed his head gently, putting my fingers through his hair. I felt so satisfied I could have fallen asleep right then and there. I would not however fall asleep in a club booth. I had my limits.
“That was amazing,” he murmured.
I smiled, “I'd say. Champagne and sex, well thank you very much Link. Talk about a night to remember.”
He chuckled. “I'm glad you enjoyed it. Shall we finish that champagne?”
“I would love to,” I said.
He pulled out of me and handed me some napkins. I cleaned myself off and slipped back into my panties. I slid off the table and pulled down my dress. I felt so satisfied. I sat down beside him in the booth once again and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. He was a handsome man, complicated but handsome. I had no regrets about what we did. He filled up our glasses and I took a sip. It tasted even better now than it did before we had sex. How about that?
We chatted for the rest of the evening but we never ordered another bottle of champagne. I was high on life and I didn't want to ruin it by getting drunk. It was all just so delicious. The sex, the champagne, sitting so close to Link...what a perfect evening. We had a natural rapport together and I liked Link more and more every moment we were together. I couldn't believe that we fucked right on the table. How scandalous of me. What would Sarah think? I wasn't even sure if I was going to tell her. One day I would, but I wasn't sure whether I would do it sooner or later.
Link walked me out of the club. My friends must have already left, as I didn't see them as we walked out. He hailed me a taxi and opened the door for me. I got inside and smiled up at him through the window. Staring at him I remembered our tryst in the VIP lounge and I blushed.
“I want to see you again Gemma - really soon.”
“I would like that as well.”
I waved as the taxi started pulling away from him. I was thrilled that he wanted to see me again. I’m glad that having sex right away hadn't scared him off like it did some men. I wanted to see him again badly.
Jared suddenly came to mind and it made me feel terrible. They were in a feud and there I was getting my rocks off with Link at the club. What would my brother think if he knew I was involved with an enemy of his? We were all grownups, but I wasn't stupid enough to think that it was going to go over well at all. Jared would be upset, and I would have to talk to him about it immediately.
Chapter Nine
When I woke up the next day there was a smile that played on my face instantly. Wow, wha
t a night. I thought of Link immediately and I glowed from within at the thought of the time I had with him. I almost wished that he had come home with me last night so that I could have woken up with him the next day and made love to him all over again. Sex and breakfast would have been the great start of my day. I wanted to feel him, right then and there. I rolled out of bed and started to get ready for my day. I had the day off so I wanted to go and see my brother. Not only did I want to talk to him about Link but also I wanted to confront him about the recipe and see what he had to say about the whole thing. I hoped that I would finally get the real story and be able to decide how to handle things at that point. At least I would have the whole story one way or another.
I quickly dressed in jeans and a light T-shirt. I slipped into some flip-flops and headed to the bathroom. I washed up and put on some make up. I didn't need a lot I was blessed with a great complexion. Lastly I brushed out my long brown hair and loved how it cascaded down my back. I often thought about cutting it short but I doubted I ever would.
I headed over to Jared's restaurant - there was no point in calling first. He was usually there, as he was very dedicated to his business. When I walked inside it was empty. They didn't usually open up until lunch so I had some time to talk to him before things got crazy there. Once the lunch rush came in I wouldn't have a chance to talk to him at all. It was now or never and I couldn't wait another day to find out what was really going on, especially if I planned on seeing Link again. Things were already complicated enough and I wanted to know who was really telling the truth.
I didn't see Jared in the dining room at all so I headed back to the kitchen. His chef Marcus was there but there was no sign of Jared. I walked to his office and peeked inside but it was empty as well. I went back out to talk to Marcus; he was a chef that had been with Jared for years. They were close and he was the head chef of the kitchen. I had eaten tons of food that Marcus had cooked and it was all very delectable.
“Hey Marcus, has Jared come in yet?” I headed over to the prep table and snagged a cucumber. I crunched down on it, enjoying the sweet taste that filled my mouth.
“Yes, but he's not here right now. He went out.” Marcus was prepping things for the day, making sure that everything was fresh and ready to go when the orders started pouring in. I snatched up another cucumber.
“Where is he? He's usually here for the lunch rush, isn't he? He likes to be a part of the cooking station.”
“He usually is, just not today. He had an appointment. It was more important.”
“For what?”
I didn't care if I appeared to be too nosey. It was my brother and I could feel something was up. My brother was always at the restaurant, and if he had appointments he always scheduled around his restaurant time. So what was it that had pulled him away? Why was I being kept in the dark so much. It was becoming increasingly annoying for me.
“Well you know he's been upset lately. So he went to a lawyer’s office today to talk about it.”
“You're kidding me?” My heart felt like a lump in my chest. What the hell was Jared thinking? If he was lying about the recipe then what were his intentions when it came to getting a lawyer? Nervousness quelled in my stomach and I worried about Link. Hell, I was worried about everyone. I didn't want my brother getting in over his head either. Sometimes he just didn't think things through. I felt like he should have talked to me first before going to a lawyer, especially since last time we talked I was still his lawyer.
“I'm afraid not Gemma, and really he has every right to get a lawyer.”
“What do you mean?”
“That Link there is a shady guy. It's all true what Jared told you. He stole the recipe right from under Jared's nose and made a killing off of it. He wouldn't have that fancy restaurant without it.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and my head was starting to spin. What the hell was going on? I didn't know who or what to believe anymore. Even Marcus thought that Link was a crook. How could that be? Link had seemed so genuine when I talked to him. I believed every word he had said to me about the recipe. Was that a mistake?
I looked down at my hands confused. “What sort of recipe was it Marcus?”
“Oh it was one of Jared's secret sauce recipes.”
I stood there stunned, unsure of what to say or do. I had never felt so awful in my life. I knew that one of the men in my life was lying to me but I didn't know which one it was. Could Link have really spent such a wonderful and crazy night with me and lied to me the entire time? He had seemed so genuine when he had talked about the feud with Jared. I had believed him despite the fact that I didn't want to believe that Jared was lying to me.
“Okay Marcus, thanks. Let Jared know that I stopped by.”
“Will do Gemma.”
I turned and left the kitchen, my thoughts all jumbled together. I headed home feeling more awful than I had in a very long time. I had no idea what to do or how I was going to handle the situation. How was I going to find out the truth if I couldn't trust the men in my life? When I thought about Link I couldn't imagine that he was lying to me but if he wasn't that meant that my own brother was doing it and that was just as bad. Plus he was at a lawyer’s office. What was he planning?
Would Link have fucked me on a table in the club just to get me on his side when it came to a stolen recipe? Would he have tricked me to get his own way? Terror struck through me as I realized I didn't really know Link all that well at all.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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