J O R D A N
“Really? Here?” I stared up at the building, getting flashbacks of the first time I saw Charlie.
“The food that you ordered looked really good,” he said, nodding to the big sign.
I walked in, greeted by the same blonde as the first night. “Welcome to the Latmeyer, do you have a reservation?”
“We don’t, unfortunately,” Charlie stated confidently, smirking at the hostess.
“Oh, I’m sorry but—”
“Charlie!” A big, bulky man who clearly loved good food came over, holding out his hand. “Good to see you.”
The hostess and I both observed the conversation between the two men as they were catching up like old friends. Which, let’s be honest, they probably were.
“Who did you bring today?” The stranger teasingly asked.
“Excuse me?” I cocked a brow as I looked at him. I wasn’t one of the desperate women with boobs hanging out that Charlie usually associated with.
I knew he was a playboy, and to be completely honest, that’s also kind of why I liked him, but I wasn’t just another gold digger.
“She’s feisty,” the guy continued, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked me up and down.
“Damn right she is,” Charlie shot back, not an ounce of playfulness in his voice as he pulled me against his side, his arm possessively around my waist.
He startled me with his actions, showing me a side of himself I hadn’t seen before, but one I was all too eager to explore.
“Alicia, I’m sure we have a table for two?” The guy focused his attention on the hostess, who nodded as she searched the tablet in front of her.
Only when we arrived at our table, did Charlie remove his hand, flipping through the menu like nothing happened.
I opened my mouth to say something, but decided against it, not wanting another fiasco like the Monday before.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he scooted his chair around the table until he was next to me, smirking mischievously.
“You were so far away,” he cooed, sliding his fingers towards my inner thigh.
Looking around the restaurant, I noticed that we were in the corner of the room, the perfect place for Charlie to misbehave. I leaned forward, with my elbows on the table and my face in my hands, watching one of the waiters walk our way as Charlie’s fingers crept between my legs.
“Welcome to the Latmeyer, my name is Diana and I will be your waiter for the evening. Can I get you something to drink?” The brunette asked as she handed us our menus.
“Can I have a martini? No olives and the lemon dropped in.” I replied, smiling at her.
“And for you, sir?”
“A whiskey sour. And can we have some water as well, please?” Charlie asked. “I’m a little thirsty.”
I scoffed softly, trying not to roll my eyes.
“What are you playing at?” I asked Charlie when Diana walked away.
“I just want to see you squirm and shake under my touch while we’re in public,” he replied, nudging my legs a little wider, walking his fingers up my thigh.
“Charlie,” I warned, taking a sharp breath when the tips of his fingers brushed against my naked core. The reason he wanted me to take off my panties earlier became abundantly clear as he slowly started to tease me under the table.
“I have a martini?” Diana offered when she returned with our drinks, completely unaware of what Charlie was doing as she placed the glass in front of me.
“Thank you,” I choked out, grabbing the edge of the table as I sat back, attempting to maintain my composure.
I couldn’t focus on anything else as Charlie quickened his pace, rubbing the right spot and making it very difficult for me not to moan. Fortunately for me, Diana had already left. Charlie casually sipped his drink as if he wasn’t bringing me to the brink of orgasming.
I felt conflicted, like I wanted to let go and give into the pleasure, but at the same time I was hyper aware of the fact that everyone could see us.
“Come on,” I breathed out, pushing my teeth into my lower lip to contain any sounds that wanted to escape.
A tingle went up my spine and I forced my hips against Charlie’s hand when I felt that I was about to come undone, but he had other plans.
“Ma’am? Are you ok?”
My head shot up when I heard Diana’s voice again, and I swallowed hard, both of Charlie’s hands now above the table.
“Yes, what were you saying?”
“What do you want to eat?” Charlie replied, slowly bringing his glass to his lips as he watched me with a devilish smirk on his face.
Shit, I hadn’t even looked yet.
Same as last time it is.
“The fillet steak with Brussels sprouts, please,” I said quickly, handing Diana my menu.
I watched her as she walked away, facing Charlie when she disappeared into the kitchen.
“I thought we were done with the edging, Pretty Boy." I sneered, still feeling flustered from his touch.
“Of course not,” he answered. “It’s way too much fun.”
You’ll change your mind when you’re the one on the receiving end.
“Whatever.” I took a big gulp of my drink, ignoring the ache between my legs. Or as much as I could.
“Don’t be mad, Baby,” Charlie cooed, rubbing his hand over the inside of my thigh.
I took a sharp breath when he lightly scratched his nails over my skin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me.
“Please, Charlie,” I whined, placing a hand on his arm.
“Hmm, we’re in public.”
He shut me up by pushing two fingers into me, eliciting a gasp from my lips in the process.
“God dammit,” I cursed under my breath, turning a little towards Charlie to give him better access.
I was already desperate for a release, but he wasn’t giving it to me anytime soon.
During dinner, Charlie continued to tease me, and by the time he had paid and we were out front, I still hadn’t had a single orgasm.
“Oh my God, Charlie!” I exclaimed, stomping my foot down like a child, stopping in the middle of the street.
“What?” He turned around, crossing his arms.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whined, ignoring the people passing us, giving me a weird look. My body was on fire and there was only one thing I wanted in that moment.
“You want to do this now?”
“Mhmm.” I moaned.
“Right now?” Charlie took a step in my direction, and immediately I felt a surge of adrenaline spread through me, excitement and nerves swarming my stomach.
Before I could say anything else, he grabbed me by the back of my neck and crashed his lips on mine. I moaned into the kiss, pulling his hips closer to me by his belt, completely forgetting we were on a crowded street.
Fuck, we were really doing this.
We sprinted to an abandoned alley, the sewer smell fortunately not as much of a turn off as I would’ve expected.
“Take me, come on,” I breathed out, turning to the brick wall and pushing my ass up.
The three martinis I had drank during dinner made me ignore the footsteps we heard, along with the other sounds of traffic coming from the street.
Everything about this excited me.
It didn’t take long before he had entered me, and it was the easiest thing in the world to do because I was already soaking wet.
I moaned loudly, a sense of freedom coming over me as I squeezed my eyes shut and just enjoyed the ride.
“This what you want? Huh?” Charlie said, pounding into me.
Digging my fingers into the stone wall in front of me, I tried to arch my back further, feeling him fill me to the hilt every time.
I looked at the end of the alley, seeing a group of drunk people stumbling by. Smiling as I heard the intoxicated group cheer, I squeezed my eyes shut, the feeling I had been craving all night finally getting its chance to shoot through every inch of my body.
I didn’t pay attention to the flash of a camera as I was too busy focusing on my climax, the feeling of euphoria finally washing over me.
Charlie followed quickly behind, and we stayed in the compromising position for a few seconds to catch our breath.
“Happy now?” he breathed into my ear before pulling out and putting his pants back on.
My heart was still beating frantically in my chest as I readjusted my dress, before I turned around.
“Very,” I choked out, my cheeks burning up as the group of guys were still watching us from the end of the alley.
“That was hot.” Charlie smirked, clearly just as perverted as me, if not more. “Sex outside, check.”
“Sex with people watching, check.” I chuckled, drawing the symbol on his chest.
We didn’t have much time to further catch our breath before two men in blue appeared, heading straight for us.
Did someone call the cops on us?
“We have to go,” I told Charlie, grabbing his hand and walking in the opposite direction, putting some distance between us and the officers.
“Hey!” one of the officers yelled.
And that was our cue to run, though I was still wearing four inch heels.