Ashley
Oh my God. Carter Blaine is so fucking sexy that just the sight of him has me squirming in my seat. I can feel my body pulsing and aching for him, the desire to touch him and be close to him is so strong that I can barely stand it. I practically need to have his hands on me, making me come apart. Like, right fucking now.
The fact that I can’t do anything about it right now because I’m sitting in the middle of a very public restaurant for our lunch date that was scheduled for this week’s episode of the show makes me crazy. I press my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that’s building in my pussy, but all that does is make me realize just how wet I am for Carter. Just watching him walk toward me has my body on fire.
I think back to the moments we’ve had together. At the strip club, the kiss at Le Cirque, then of course me getting myself off afterwards, imagining all the wicked, dirty things he could do to me. I’ve masturbated to a fantasy of Carter for so long now, that the fact that he’s here in the flesh, that we’ve actually made each other cum, that I have had my hands all over his body—it’s all still totally surreal.
God, I want to fuck this man so badly that I can hardly stand it. I’m sure it’s written all over my face. But I need to play it cool. I can’t act like one of the many simpering idiots he’s had lining up for him for years. I won’t be one of those girls.
“Hey, Ashley,” he says in that low, low voice, making me even wetter. He leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and that’s when I notice the fucking huge bulge in his pants.
I swallow, licking my lips involuntarily. I don’t have any control over the reaction, or my body at all, apparently. Because when he straightens up, my eyes are still glued to his package. A package I’m desperate to get my hands on. My mouth on. And mostly—to get my pussy on. I shudder as my pussy clamps down on emptiness at this thought, searching out the very cock that’s teasing me from just an arm’s length away.
Holy shit. Is this what it’s like for all the other women? No wonder they all fall to their knees and beg for a mouthful. I’m half ready to do it right now. If we weren’t in a public place, I don’t know if I’d have any control over what I did next. Now I feel kind of bad for being so hard on Lorraine.
But not that bad. Because her failure has set me up to get my share of Carter Blaine and his formidable cock. I get him all to myself for the next eight weeks. I could hardly believe it when Lola called and let me know the change in plans.
Looking up at Carter, I catch the smirk on his face and realize I’m still staring at his crotch. My face flaming, I look away quickly. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. I mean, I seduce men for a living. But everything is so different when it comes to Carter. In every way.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I pick up my menu and give him a coy smile. “I think I see a thing or two that have my mouth watering.”
He chuckles, and I swear I see his cock twitch in his pants. Pulling a chair around from the other side of the table, he seats himself close to me.
“Is that so? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need to be completely satisfied,” he says, continuing with the innuendo.
“Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin as I purse my lips. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something on the savory side. You know…nice and salty.”
His grin widens. “I have just the thing. And I can promise, it'll definitely fill you up.”
Oh God.
I’m half afraid to stand up because I’m so wet I think I might leave a puddle on the chair.
Carter rests his hand on my bare knee and runs his fingers slowly up my thigh. The white tablecloth mostly covers his hand, and I hope to God he doesn’t stop.
My breath comes faster, small pants that match my racing heart.
Glancing around furtively, I raise the menu up so that no one can see me, and I take his other hand and slip his finger in my mouth, my eyes glued to his. His pupils flare, darkening with desire. Desire that I’m causing. He wants me as badly right now as I want him. How the fuck are we supposed to make it through this date?
His fingers inch higher, and I pull my mouth from his finger with a wet popping sound that makes him groan.
“I definitely need to be filled,” I whisper. “I’m practically starving.”
It’s pretty much the truth. I’m so hungry right now for a taste of his cock that I’m out of my mind with lust. And as his fingers go higher and higher, brushing my inner thigh in an erotic tease, I think I might actually cum before he even really touches me.
Then his hand is there, grazing the outside of my soaked panties.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”
I nod. “For you, Carter.” I’m practically ready to give him anything he wants, right here. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
He takes his other hands and wraps it around my neck, bringing his lips to mine in a crushing, bruising, needy kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone like this. And I’ve watched him for years. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking with an urgency that I feel my hips respond to. I thrust them forward, grinding against his hand as we continue to kiss, and I’m this close to coming when he suddenly pulls his hand back.
He breaks the kiss and watches me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to decide where we’re taking this. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t even care at the moment. Fuck this lunch date. I need to get out of here—with Carter.
“Come on,” I say, standing from the table. “Let’s take this to my limo.”