voice. “With pleasure. You know, Maya, I’m so attracted to you, inside and out, that I would lick, suck, and fuck your pussy with not just my mouth but all of me.”
I let her digest what I just said for a moment and then continue. “For example, let’s say you get back from class one day. I invite you into my room, have you lay on my bed stomach down and eat you out so hard you’d be praying I didn’t rip your soul out of your body.”
“Would you slam me carefully?” she grins.
“Of course I would. You’re so precious I’d always be careful with you.” I lean toward her neck, my nose hovering above her hair, and inhale her feminine scent. “But you also make me quite reckless.”
Her mouth opens and she shudders. My hand inches up her inner thigh, and she squeezes her thighs shut. I pull my hand back.
“Maya? Are you okay?”
Breathing loudly, she puts two hands on my forearms and moves my hand back to where it was, and closer. “Please, Grant. Pretty please. Touch me.”
“No,” I grin, whispering against her ear.
“Why not? Because people are watching and they’re staring at us?”
“That’s not why.” I inch my hand closer between her thighs. My fingers are so close to her hot center I can feel the heat pooling between her legs.
“I was reacting to the fact that you don’t have any panties on. Were you…planning to get some action tonight?”
She nods. “Yes. I wanted to be ready for you.” A ridiculous smile comes over her face. “This way it’s easy access.”
I reach down and touch my own cock on top of my jeans. As if I needed any sort of reminder, I am hard as a rock.
“I love when you talk dirty to me like that, Maya. God, I love your voice.”
She reaches over and touches my inner thigh. “Among many other things about you,” I add.
I look around the bar, having a less drunk moment. Amazingly, no one is looking at us. I guess everyone is just drunk and in their own little worlds.
“Please, Grant. I need relief. I need to be touched,” she begs in a tone just above a whisper. “By you. No one else will do.”
“I am, touching you, though,” I grin softly, pressing my finger into her skin.
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m touching your thigh. Doesn’t that count?”
She smiles. “Ass. You know where I need to be touched.”
“The way you’re acting, I’d think you’d never been touched by a man in your life.”
“Maybe I haven’t.”
“Don’t lie, Maya.” I say, pulling my hand away.
“What? I’ve never been touched like this.”
“In a public place?”
She opens her eyes. “What I mean is, I’m not sure if I’ve ever been with someone like you.”
“Close ’em back up,” I tell her.
“Why? They’ve been closed for like ten minutes.”
“Because I want to do this.”
I put my hand on her chin, she closes her eyes, and I guide her to my lips.
They say that after you kiss someone, you know if you like them.
Well, I don’t know what they say about the second kiss.
Or the third.
Actually, forget what they say. Who are they to decide what’s right for us? Maya and I have never played by any sort of rule book, and why should we start doing so now?
My mouth covers her lips, and our tongues swirl together.
We kiss so deeply I lose myself completely, no idea where we are, what day it is, what we just talked about.
I lose myself in her moans and her taste.
I thought it would be good, but I didn’t think it would be magical.
We open our eyes and she’s slack jawed, too.
“Did you just feel that?” she says.
“Yeah. Did you just hear that?”
She giggles and leans into whisper in my ear. “Hear the sound of my pussy getting wet, you mean?”
I laugh. “No…I hear…a weird, actual noise.”
When I turn to my right, I see a police officer standing there with the bouncer.
“Well, how do you do,” he says, then looks at me. “You’re Luke Rutledge, eh?”
A rush of adrenaline zooms through me.
The I.D. thing.
“That’s me,” I say confidently.
“Well, if you’re Luke Rutledge,” he says, savoring his words, “Tell me how the fuck Luke Rutledge just walked in the bar?”
I glance over at the bar and see Luke standing there ordering a drink.
“I’m going to have to take you two down to the station,” he says.
14
Maya
Clearly the police officer didn’t see what we were doing under the table, otherwise that would have been a bit embarrassing.