I can tell. And I like that. Her hand is fiddling with the locket hanging from her necklace. I’ve seen her do that before. I wondered back then what’s inside her locket, or who gave it to her. It’s someone important and I want to find out, but now’s not the time.
“Yeah, well, my day job is on hold at the moment.” I watch her eyes widen as I answer her. She didn’t expect me to talk about work, but if we’re planning on fucking, and I sure as hell am, then we need to be blunt and honest.
She noticeably swallows and looks toward the front of the restaurant. “Should you really be telling me that?”
“Are you wired, baby? The last couple of times I’ve checked your clothes, you weren’t.” Her cheeks go bright red, and it’s fucking adorable to see.
“Thomas--” I cut her off before she can finish.
“Tommy. Call me Tommy.” It feels good telling her that. Such a stupid thing. But everyone calls me Tommy. And I want her to do the same. I shouldn’t. I know this is wrong, but I do.
“Tommy, I don’t know about this.” I can hear the worry in her voice.
“What’s there to know?” I shrug, and then lean in a little. “I like fucking you.” My words make her smile even though she’s trying to contain it. “I want what happened last night to happen again.” Her chest rises and falls. Her pupils dilate with desire. I made sure to make up for the squeaky bed last night, and I know she enjoyed herself. I bet she can still feel me buried deep inside her.
“You know we shouldn’t.” Her words are breathy. I know I’ve got her. So long as I want her, she’s mine.
My lips pull into an asymmetric grin as I agree, “Yeah, we shouldn’t. But we’re gonna. 'Cause I’m a bad boy, and you’re a bad girl.”
She bites her lip and rests her elbow on the table, cradling her cheek with her hand. Her forehead pinches with worry. “I don’t know, Tommy.”
“You don’t know what? If you wanna cum on my dick again?”
As I ask the question, a barista walks up with a pad and pen to take our orders. I watch as Tonya’s eyes go wide, and she looks down at her lap like there's something there that's going to save her from embarrassment. I doubt the barista heard because she seems unaffected, but that doesn’t stop Tonya from having a moment.
“Can I get you two anything?” the girl asks in a sweet voice. She’s young. If she heard, I doubt she’d be so calm.
“Yeah, could I have a coffee with cream, a blueberry muffin, a slice of banana nut bread...” I lean back to look at the menu. I figure I might as well order a few different things to see what Tonya likes. “A cake pop, and a cookie too, please.”
“Is all that for you?” Tonya asks.
“I think I'll share with you.” My answer makes her smile shyly. I like this side of her.
“Just a coffee, please. French Vanilla, with cream and sugar.” She likes it sweet. I could've guessed that, but I wouldn't have been shocked if she liked her coffee black, too.
“So, what’s it going to be, Tonya?” I ask as soon as the waitress is out of sight.
She looks down at the table with pursed lips and then back up to me. “Just sex?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I’m quick to answer.
My sweet forbidden bad girl. I want her so fucking bad.
“Okay,” she agrees. My dick stands at full attention and pushes against my zipper. Yes! I can’t fucking wait to be inside her again. It takes everything in me not to bend her over the table and fuck her right here and now.
I play it cool though, leaning back in my seat. “Good.” I keep it simple and let my eyes wander to her breasts. I don’t give a fuck that it’s blatant. She’s mine now. I remember biting down on her nipples and pulling back last night, forcing those moans from her lips. I can’t fucking wait to do it again.
The barista sets a tray down in front of me, and brings me back to the present.
Tonya laughs under her breath and thanks the young girl before she walks away.
“I think you’re drooling, Tommy,” she says with confidence. She shoots me an I-own-your-ass type of look, and I fucking love it. I love how damn confident she is around me.
“I might be.” I