Falcon
We were making progress, and rather quickly. On each date, I got a little further in. It felt like Clementine was really starting to fall for me. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I could make my final move and just ruin her, but I was starting to question myself on that end. Did I really just want to use her and toss her away? Sure, she was Leo’s little sister, making her a prime target for revenge, and she was making it as easy as she could by throwing herself at me and eagerly welcoming all of my advances. But, at the same time, it wasn’t her fault that he was such a despicable waste. It wasn’t her fault that she was even his sister. It all came down to the simple fact that she just didn’t deserve what I was planning on doing to her.
I was still planning on fucking her over, but with every date, I pushed the plan back further. I just wasn’t ready to pull the trigger on her yet.
I picked her up in front of her apartment building for our fourth date. I still hadn’t been up to her place, and she hadn’t been to mine either. I was forcing both of us to take our time. The plan wouldn’t work the way it was supposed to if I allowed either of us to give in too quickly to our desire for each other.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asked as she climbed onto the back of the bike.
“I’m taking you out tonight,” I told her.
“I thought that’s what you’ve been doing,” she said.
“No, I’m taking you out tonight, nothing really special, just for a night out.” I knew I was straying some from the original plan by taking her out to a bar, but I was curious to see if she could hang. Again, because this was supposed to be business and I didn’t want her to know that, I couldn’t take her to any places I normally frequented, or any places where I knew there would be rival organizations.
“Sounds exciting,” she told me. “Let’s go.”
I was already impressed by the way she had dressed. I’d told her to dress down when I called her to set up the date—blue jeans and a t-shirt. She wore a plain black shirt and a nice pair of jeans that hugged her subtle curves. I wanted to run my hands along that delicious body and spread her open underneath me.
I drove us away from the bars and clubs downtown to a small sports bar sitting along the river. They had a patio that stretched out over the water where they did what they called open-air karaoke, which was just outdoor karaoke. We weren’t showing up for karaoke, not unless she just wanted to do it. I didn’t do karaoke.
Instead of karaoke, we were going to hang out inside, have a few drinks, and maybe play some pool if there were any open tables. I figured pool and drinks were a good recipe for a relaxing, seductive night.
“You weren’t kidding when you said a night out, were you?” Clementine asked as we walked into the bar.
“I figured a night for us just to let our hair down and relax would be a good thing,” I told her as I looked around the bar to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching us. I didn’t think Breakwater Bar and Grill was part of anyone’s territory, but I wanted to be sure before we got too comfortable and had to leave to avoid trouble.
“Sounds good to me,” she said.
I led her over to one of the tables in the back, near the pool tables. I figured we’d get a few drinks in us, and once a table opened, we could play, but she had other plans up her sleeve it seemed.
“Hey, let’s go sit outside on the deck,” she said, nodding toward one of the large bay doors that opened onto the deck over the river.
“Okay, let’s do that.” I got up from the table and followed Clementine outside. The lights were dim, and there were only a few other people sitting there.
We could see cars passing over the nearby bridge, crossing into downtown from the surrounding areas. We could see the towering glass and brick structures of downtown across the river from us, and the music played softly over the outdoor speakers so we didn’t have to shout to be heard. I didn’t want to admit it, but sitting outside was a much better idea than trying to get in on a pool table.
The atmosphere was more relaxed. The air was free of smoke. And it was a beautiful evening to sit out in the open air. The karaoke equipment wasn’t out, so I figured we were lucky enough to miss it somehow. That was a bullet I was thankful we dodged.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her after we sat down. “They have pretty decent food here.”
“Yeah, I could eat. Why kind of food do they have?” she asked.
“You really don’t get out much, do you?” I asked, laughing.
“I mean, I occasionally go out to eat, and I’ve been dancing a few times, but I’ve never really spent much time in bars,” she admitted.
“Well, you’re missing out,” I told her. “Bar food is some of the best you’ll ever eat.” I winked.
I had to admit it was fun being Clementine’s guide to the world. There were so many things I took for granted that she’d never done, like riding a motorcycle, or eating and drinking at a bar, or fucking. I was sure that if she really sat down and told me, the list of firsts I’d taken care of for her would be pretty shocking.
There was one last first I knew I wanted to handle for her, one last thing I knew I wanted to do with her. I just wasn’t sure of when I wanted to do it.
We ordered cheeseburgers and fries, and I laughed while she tried to fit the whole burger in her mouth. Once she managed to flatten it enough to fit, though, those lips of hers wrapped around that bun and manhandled that sandwich. If they could tackle a sandwich that size, it made me wonder what they could do along my shaft.
I tried to push the thoughts and images of her out of my head, but it wasn’t working anymore. I wanted her, even as we both laughed at how awkward dinner was this time. She didn’t finish her burger. It was easily bigger around than she was, so I couldn’t blame her for it.
What was supposed to be a fun night of pool and sexual suggestion turned into just a quiet night outside with a few drinks and a couple of large sandwiches. As we finished our food, I noticed the deck was clearing off. We were the only two people out, which was hard to believe. I pulled my chair around next to hers at the table and sat close to her so we could both look out over the river.
“What are you doing?” she asked playfully.
“Just getting a better view,” I said in an assuring tone as I put my arm across the back of her chair.
“You’d better watch yourself, Mr. Falcon,” she said, looking down at my lips, just a breath away from hers.
We kissed. We had kissed a lot over the last couple of dates. I enjoyed the way she kissed, so innocent and yet so eager for pleasure and that special physical connection. She tasted like desire.
While I kissed her, I put one hand behind the back of her head and held her to me. Our lips and tongues worked each other over with a frantic sexual hunger that was bleeding over into every touch we shared. My other hand made its way under her t-shirt and ran across her smooth, flat stomach. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so delicate.
My erection ached against my jeans as it tried to push its way through the fabric to get to her. Oh, if only tonight were the night. We weren’t quite ready yet, but I was going to try to speed things up a little bit out there on the wooden deck overlooking the river at night.
My hand brushed along the waistband of her jeans, and I felt myself growing harder, as if my cock were telling me I was heading in the right direction. I unbuckled her belt and opened her jeans underneath the table so I could slide my hand down between her legs. First, I ran my fingers over her solid cotton panties, pressing against her so I could feel the folds in her skin.
She gasped and pulled away from our kiss. She grabbed my arm with one of her petite, tender hands, wrapping her fingers around as much of my forearm as she could. Her fingertips were electric against my skin, sending serious jolts of pleasure through my arm. But she wasn’t trying to pull me away. She was simply holding onto me, the same way she had on the motorcycle.
She rolled her hips forward in the chair, making herself more accessible to my hand. I ran my fingers up to the top of her slit and felt her skin spreading open behind the fabric so I was rubbing against her clit. Her legs clenched my hand immediately and she sucked her breath in through her teeth.
“Oh God, not here, Falcon,” she hissed while I flicked the little nub of pleasure through her panties.
I kept on, listening to the way her breath picked up as she grew closer and closer to having an orgasm right there at the table. She kissed me, and I could feel how tense her body was. She was so close she was about to erupt in my hand.
I pushed her underwear aside and touched her wet lips with my fingers before parting her again and slipped my fingers back over her swollen clit. She grabbed my vest and pulled me to her. She moaned into my mouth while we kissed, and then her body began to jerk against me, against my hand, as she came for me.
“Fuck,” she whispered, pulling away from my lips.
She grabbed my wrist and held me against her while the last few waves of ecstasy flowed through her.
“Damn, Falcon,” she panted. “That was amazing.”
“It gets better,” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh yeah?” She was hanging off of me now, most of her energy spent in that moment of ecstasy.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel what my fingers had felt all along my shaft. I knew she was going to be tight, but when I ran my fingers along the inside of her tight, delicate lips, I felt just how tight that hole was. Plowing into that was going to be amazing.
Judging by the way my fingers had rocked her, I didn’t think she was ready yet. I wanted to wait until she was begging me for it. I wanted her to want me inside of her the way I wanted to exact revenge on her brother. I wanted her to want it that much, to beg for it and cry for it.
She wasn’t quite ready yet, but I felt something as she collapsed against me. I’d been feeling genuinely attracted to her more and more throughout this whole process, but I was starting to feel something else. I was starting to feel a connection with her.
We kissed tenderly at the table, and I got up to pay our tab at the bar while she put her pants back on and joined me. We walked out to the bike and kissed again before riding back to her place. This time, I dropped her off at the door.
“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t ask you up tonight,” she said. “I’m going straight to bed, and if you come up, well, I probably won’t get any sleep.”
We kissed again before she went inside. She was almost ready. She wasn’t talking about regret anymore. I knew it wouldn’t be long before it happened, but I also knew if I didn’t leave, I would be following her up to her apartment to go ahead and seal the deal.