We've been at the restaurant for the last hour, our food already eaten, and my blood pumping hard and fast through my veins.

When we first entered the restaurant, Lola sat across from me. I didn’t say anything to make her move closer, to have her sit right next to me…even if I want her on my fucking lap.

I let her eat in peace, let her get her bearings and get more comfortable. I can see she is nervous and a little scared about what I have planned for her tonight, what I promised I'd do to her.

But I can also see that she is ready, prepared for me.

I feel the weight of her panties in my pocket, still have the smell of her pussy ingrained in my nose, making me drunk. I pick up my beer bottle and take a long drink from it, watching her the whole time. She has her head downcast slightly, but her eyes are trained right on me, her focus right there with mine.

I set the beer bottle down and lean back against the booth. I requested this table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes, from the general population. It gives us some privacy, especially for what I am planning on doing to her.

“Come here, Lola.” I don’t expect her to disobey me, but I can see the nervousness on her face. She is looking around, maybe worried that somebody will see or hear us. Good. I want the world to know what I do to her, how I make her feel.

“I…”

I can see she wants to maybe argue, wants to go somewhere private, but I also know that if we do this here and now it will be even more exhilarating for her.

“Come here, Lola.”

She slips out of the booth and I let my gaze linger on her long legs. The dress she wears is sexy, but also has this touch of innocence to it. I want to see it off her body, tossed on my floor as she lays naked on my bed.

I get up and let her slide into the booth, and then I sit beside her, blocking her in. She is breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling underneath the thin material of the black garment. Her nipples are hard, these little twin erasers that poke against the fabric and have my mouth watering.

Because I am a dirty bastard and am impatient, I shift my body so my back is to the rest of the restaurant. I move my hand so it's now on her thigh and slide it up, pushing the dress up her leg. She feels tense beneath my touch, but her mouth is open and she is breathing hard. Her pupils are also dilated, and as she watches me I know she wants this.

I know she'll be wet as soon as I touch her between her thighs.

“Lean back for me, baby. Let me work you over real good.”

“Someone will see, or hear, Ryker.” But even as she whispers those words she spreads her legs for me.

I growl low in my throat, the vibrations moving through my chest. I slide my hand toward her sweet spot, and as soon as my fingers touch her soaked folds I make a deep noise in the back of my throat. She makes a small noise and leans back in the booth, giving me full access to her. I stare into her eyes as I start moving my fingers over her cleft and up to her clit. I move the digit over that tiny bundle of nerves.

I lean in even closer to her, our mouths only inches apart. Her breath smells like the vanilla ice cream and strawberries she had for dessert, and I let my tongue run over her bottom lip, tasting that sweetness for myself.

I can feel her shaking, and I work my finger over her clit faster, harder. “Come for me, Lola. Just let go and don't worry about anybody else.”

She closes her eyes and moans again, and just as a waitress walks by, oblivious of what I'm doing right now, I move a finger down and tease Lola’s pussy hole.

And just like that she comes for me.

She reaches out and places a hand on my thigh, close to my hard dick. She curls her nails into the denim of my pants but I don't stop touching her, don't stop wringing the orgasm from her. She's making little noises, these moans and groans of pleasure that have my cock jerking behind my zipper.

I could come right now just watching the pleasure morph across her face.

And when she finally relaxes I move my hand out from between her thighs, urge her to open her eyes without actually telling her to do so, and hold the glistening fingers I had just been pleasing her with up so she can see them.

Her eyes widen as I bring those digits to my mouth and lick them clean. The groan that spills from me at the flavor of her sweet muskiness has me feeling like a fucking animal.

“Now it's time to go back to my place so I can really show you how you're mine.”