The clueless waitress set Jessica’s plate of porcini mushroom tortelloni before her. Sed held his hands out while the young woman served his plate of lasagna.
“Looks delicious,” he said breathlessly.
The waitress offered him a timid smile. “Do you need anything else?”
“I’m good.” Sed glanced at Jessica.
She smiled and nodded, still stroking his c**k with the same slow, gentle touch.
“Yell if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
Jessica picked up her fork and took a bite of pasta. The exotic, earthy flavors bathed her taste buds and her eyes drifted closed in bliss. “Oh God, this is delicious.” She took another bite and another.
Sed hadn’t moved since their waitress had left. Jessica glanced at him and found him lost in ecstasy, but it had nothing to do with the magnificent-smelling yet untouched lasagna on his plate. His eyes were closed, lips parted, breath hitching in time with her continued slow strokes beneath the table. She shifted her hand to massage the head of his cock, rubbing and gently twisting his most sensitive flesh. Sed shuddered and emitted a low growl of torment. He used to be a lot harder to seduce. He wasn’t even trying to resist her attention. He’d submitted to her power, given her complete control, and she had to admit, she liked having him at her mercy.
“Did you change your mind about the lasagna?” she asked, rubbing the slick bead of pr**cum over the skin of his cockhead with her thumb. She speared a mushroom with her fork and held it in his direction. “Want some of mine, instead? It’s magnificent.”
“That feels so good,” he whispered breathlessly.
She leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Do you wanna come again? I’ll take you there. Would you like that? To spurt your cum in my hand and watch me lick it off in front of everyone.” Just talking about it had her juices dripping from her swollen, achy, hopelessly empty pu**y.
He shook his head slightly. “Inside you. I wanna come inside you this time.”
That was her preference too, but there was no way they could do that here discreetly. She should let him calm down for now and they could pick this up somewhere more private after they finished eating.
But playing with him was so much fun. She stroked him faster and kept a sharp look out for any spectators. If anyone saw the look on his face, there’d be no question of what was going on under the table. She could only imagine his expression when he’d let go in her mouth just ten minutes ago. Sed tugged her closer, plastering her body against the length of his side. His open mouth moved desperately against her throat as he tried to stifle his excited gasps against her sensitive flesh.
Those low rumbling sounds he made… Dear God, she was hot for him now. Maybe she could slip onto his lap, bury his c**k deep inside her body, and no one would notice her riding him like a bucking bronco at the dinner table.
“Oh God, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come again.” He grabbed her hand to hold it still. “You have to stop. This isn’t fair to you.” Sed sat there for a long moment collecting his breath, his rough beard stubble scratching her shoulder, his soft lips sucking gentle kisses in one tender spot on her throat as he forced himself to calm down.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I think I can wait a while now.”
“I don’t think I can,” she said and rubbed his softening c**k from base to tip.
He sucked a breath through his teeth. “Please, don’t. I won’t be able to control myself if you get me all worked up again.”
That had been controlled? What would he do if he was out of control? “Promise?”
He pulled her hand from his cock, lifted it above the table, and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I want to do highly illegal things to you, right here, right now,” he said in a sexy growl. Her ni**les tingled in response. “Don’t tempt me beyond reason, woman.”
She could do nothing but stare at him, her heart beating erratically in her chest.
He released her hand and refastened his pants before shifting several inches away from her. He tackled his lasagna with his usual beastly flair. “You better not sit there and pick at your food for an hour,” he said, taking another large bite. “We’ve got places to go, things to see…” He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Your body to tease.”
Jessica had never been hungrier in her life. But it wasn’t food she craved. She pushed her plate aside and nudged Sed out of the booth.
While Jessica was more than ready to head for the nearest bed and get right down to business, Sed seemed to think she needed additional public foreplay. He led her to the entrance to the gondola ride that ran through the Venetian Hotel’s shopping center.
He drew her wrist to his lips and placed a tender kiss over her pulse point. “It will be romantic.”
Who could say no to a big, tough guy trying to be romantic? Not her.
Nestled along his side in the flat-bottomed boat, she wasn’t sure which turned her on more, his deep rich voice as he sang in feigned Italian with their gondolier, or the things he was doing to her clit beneath the coat he’d spread over her lap. There was one thing she was sure about. Sed knew how to work her into an insatiable frenzy no matter where they were. She just wanted to get off the boat and get on the man.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who’d been seduced by his serenade. The instant they stepped through the ride’s exit, a gaggle of psycho fan chicks descended upon him. “Oh Sed this,” and “oh Sed that.” Jessica found herself nudged to the outskirts of the crowd while twittering females demanded autographs and photos. They had their hands all over him. All over him. He didn’t try to stop them.
Fuming, Jessica followed the crowd—what choice did she have?—taking note of every foreign finger that touched him. Sed talked and laughed with the women as he eased his way toward the nearest exit, signing autographs without missing a step, pausing in mid-stride with a smile for a picture before continuing onward, as if this was as natural to him as breathing. His fangirls swarmed around him like an army of ants who’d discovered someone’s discarded candy. Only he wasn’t discarded candy. He was Jessica’s candy and she wasn’t ready to discard him. Yet.
By the time they reached the nearest taxi at the curb, and Sed managed to weasel himself into the backseat beside Jessica without the accompaniment of fans, she was downright pissed.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.