Eloise

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all night. Gabe’s muscular arms are wrapped around my waist, his hard dick digging unapologetically into me.

My heart pounds, waiting to leave this bar. Waiting for him to take me home and rip my clothes off and throw me on my bed.

“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been watching you bent over that table all night? Your juicy ass stuck out, begging to be grabbed?” he growls into my ear.

The butterflies from earlier return from wherever they’ve been hiding, and fill my chest with their flutters.

“I wasn’t stopping you.”

“You were teasing me.” His voice is raw with want.

Gabe releases his hold on my waist. Bringing his hands to my face, he cups my cheeks. For a moment we simply gaze into each other’s eyes. The intensity of his stare blasts straight into my core. I forget to breathe.

Still under his spell, I’m caught off guard when he slides his hands back, meshing his fingers into my hair. His action makes me gasp.

Like an animal, he crushes his lips against mine. All the heat in the universe pools between my legs. My lips part and our tongues frantically attack each other.

Without meaning to, I moan. He breaks our kiss. Gabe spins me and pushes me near the pool table.

“I really appreciate your bare shoulders in this dress,” he says, kissing and nipping over them. “I love how they turn red whenever your cheeks do.”

My hands clutch the bumper on the table. He sucks the fleshy base of my neck, which somehow connects straight to my pussy.

Gabe runs his hand down my neck, over my back and the curve of my ass. His fingers reach the hem of my skirt and pull it up. He nudges my feet further apart and cups my mound.

Grunting in approval, he says, “You soaked right through your panties.”

I throw back my head and grind into his hand. This is crazy. We need to go back to my place. He runs his hand over my ass, and hooks his finger in the hem of my panties. I tense as he slides them down my thighs, all the way to my feet. He lifts my right foot, and tugs my panties over it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy.

“Making you feel good.”

“We can’t. Not here.”

“It’s fine. No one can see us,” he says, and pushes my chest onto the table.

Before I can protest, his fingers move through my folds and find that same spot he had a hold of in his tattoo parlor. My knees buckle and my upper body flattens against the table as it holds me up.

Forgetting where I am, I close my eyes and let the tingling fill me. He keeps rolling the spot behind my clit, just like he did before. Only this time it feels even better. Possibly because we both know where this is going, possibly because I’m not so freaked out. Even if I am laying face down on a pool table in the backroom of a bar.

My arousal builds and I fight to silence my mind for wanting to stop doing this here in the bar.

Wet trickles from my entrance and down my thighs. I could never stop him. Not when he’s making me feel like this.

Still rolling his fingers, he lowers his body and kisses my ass cheeks. His teeth sink into my flesh, and my mind tries to protest that he’ll leave a mark. But it’s silenced by the pure, screaming lust that he’s creating.

His kisses move lower, and he sucks my thighs. Gabe grunts when he tastes the wet on my legs. His breathing is heavy and the warm exhales from his nose coat my skin in tingles.

He licks up the inside of my left thigh, his stubble rough on my soft skin. His tongue cleans the wet from my thigh. When he reaches the top of my leg, he runs his tongue over my lips and I think I actually might die right there on the table.

The sensation is almost too intense to bear.

My mind wanders ahead, to me on my back in my bed and him moving on top of me. Gabe dips his tongue into my entrance and I snap back to the present.

Good fucking God I want more.

I spread my legs wider and tilt my ass higher, trying to give him better access from his position.

Gabe smacks it with his free hand, and grips it hard. I know I’ll have a handprint there tomorrow, along with the bite marks. And I don’t even care. I don’t even care that we’re not in a private home, the only type of place I’ve ever done anything like this. Or that I’m letting someone I’m not in a relationship with do this to me. All I care about is the way he’s making me feel.

He still hasn’t stopped rolling his fingers when his tongue dips into me again. He takes it out, and licks around my entrance. His circles grow bigger, and before I know what’s happened, he licks my asshole.

I gasp and flinch, my eyes shoot open. But the hand on my ass holds me steady. He grunts, and licks it again, prodding it harder this time.

He pinches the fingers holding my clit extra hard, and the sudden tension his tongue created leaves my body. But he leaves his tongue where it is, dancing over my surprisingly sensitive asshole.

Gabe lets go of my ass cheek, and drives his finger into my slick entrance. He keeps it shallow, and adds a second finger. He prods them against my sensitive front wall, while the fingers of his other hand roll on my clit and his tongue licks my asshole.

My body screams from head to toe.

I can’t hear or think about anything other than the way Gabe’s making my body feel.

Every muscle I have tenses and coils like a spring.

And then it happens.

For the first time ever.

Release hits me with the force of a ten-ton atomic bomb, and a tidal wave rockets out in all directions, with my pussy as the epicenter.

My walls clamp tight on Gabe’s fingers. Every muscle I have pulsates. And, just like in my books, wave after wave washes over me.

In pure, primal reflex, I scream at the top of my lungs.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” a man’s voice roars.

My eyes fly open. The bartender is standing red-faced at the opening to the pool table area.

“Get the fuck out of my bar now!”

The waves are still washing over me, and I find it impossible to move or care.

Gabe takes his hands away and stands. He pulls me away from the table.

“Easy, buddy, we’re just having some fun on a first date.”

“Well first date your ass the hell out of my bar before I make you steam clean the felt.”

My legs are useless pieces of spaghetti. Gabe half carries me away from the pool table.

“The floor’s messier than the table,” Gabe says as we push pass the bartender.

He bundles me out of the bar and through the parking lot. Opening the door of his truck, he lifts me into the passenger seat.

“I need my dick in you, now. I’ve never needed my dick to be anywhere so bad in my life.”

“My apartment?”

“Hell no, that’s too far. I can’t wait that long.”

Gabe shuts my door, and gets in the driver seat. He turns on the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He pounds the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “I’m so fucking pissed off.”

“Why?” I ask, assuming it’s not at me.

“Because that asswipe interrupted your first climax.”

“I can’t believe you were actually able to do what you said you could.” Or that he did that where he did.

He looks at me and grins from ear to ear. “You doubted me?”

My body is still a tingling mess, and remnants of waves still push through my body. I feel euphoric.

“Anyway,” he says, “I’m gonna make you feel that way again without the interruption.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“I don’t see how you can.” Maybe in a week or so, not now.

“Easy. With my big fucking cock. Trust me, Jewel, that was just a little something to whet your appetite.”