“Do you want me to be honest?” His eyes bored into mine and he didn’t stop talking. “I think that you’re a young girl that knows absolutely nothing about life, you don’t know what you want, and you’re sitting here trying to convince both of us that you’re not scared as fuck as you flirt with me.” He paused for a second. “I don’t think you have the guts to go through with anything tonight. I don’t think you even know what a good fucking feels like.”
My jaw dropped at his use of the word fucking, and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. “Is that what you really think?”
“You came on this blind date because your friend made you, but I bet you’d rather be at home in bed eating pizza right now, wouldn’t you?”
And then I felt his fingers on my legs under the table, running up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. I swallowed hard as he shifted his chair closer to mine, his fingers still moving upwards. His eyes never left mine, and I just sat there wondering what he was going to do next.
“Cara mia, what are you thinking?” he said softly, his fingers reaching my panties. I held my breath and gasped as I felt his fingers slipping inside. He rubbed me gently, and I knew that he could feel that I was already wet as he rubbed my clit. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this man touch me so intimately in public. I was so turned on that I was scared I would come within a minute if he kept rubbing me.
“I can tell that you’re unsure.” He chuckled as he slipped a finger inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “But you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No,” I lied and then I felt my phone buzzing again. It was Jack. I rolled my eyes as I saw his name. Did he really think he could just worm his way back into my life?
“Prove it to me.” The man finally removed his fingers and pulled my dress down. I watched as he slipped a finger into his mouth and sucked. “Is this the only taste I’m going to have of you tonight, or are you ready to play some big-girl games?”
I pushed my chair back, downed the rest of my wine quickly and stood up. “Let’s go.” I looked down at him with a sexy smile, my heart beating with reckless abandon. “Let’s go back to your place and you can give me fifteen reasons why fucking you is better than fucking a younger man.” I licked my lips and batted my eyelashes at him. “Or are you not up for that, big boy?”
He jumped up out of his chair, threw some money on the table, and grinned at me. “All I have to say is—your place or mine?” He walked over to me and slid his arm around my waist.
“We can’t even remember each other’s names …” I said giggling slightly as he led me out of the restaurant. “Is this a good idea?”
“Doesn’t that make it just that little bit more exciting?” he whispered into my ear as we headed to the front door. His hand slid down to my ass and gently squeezed my right butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and looked up at him.
“Maybe it does,” I said with a quick laugh, and before I knew what was happening, he was signaling to a driver out front and we were getting into the back of a yellow taxi.
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