"Fuck," I grunt. I'm unable to keep quiet because little Doe is sucking my cock just right. The right amount of suction, the exact speed that makes my knees almost buckle, and her devilish tongue that brings me to the brink of insanity. I can't help but yank her hair, pushing and pulling, her moans only spurring me on. She wasn't lying, her mouth was fucking hot, wet, and simply too good to explain. One of her hands goes up to my balls, playing with them until my vision gets blurry and I get lightheaded. She's a little rough with them, not like the other girls, tugs them slightly.
"You should have fucking told me you were a genius with your tongue, Doe." I feel myself sweat, my breathing coming out in ragged pants as she keeps up the tempo, takes me so fucking deep I feel myself hit the back of her throat until she's choking on my cock.
"That's it, baby," I grunt, feeling the ground almost slip away under my boots. Her free hand grips my thigh, fingers digging into my jeans as her other one's on my shaft, helping her mouth get me off. She takes me out of her mouth, looking like a fucking messed-up angel with drool all over her chin. It's enough to make me lose it when she bats her lashes and swirls her tongue around my tip. I push my dick back into her mouth, thrusting a few more times before I let go, holding her steady, hitting her deep with my cum with no sort of warning. Little Doe doesn't stop when I feel her swallow, holding my semi-hard dick in her hand and licking me clean until I can't take it anymore and I get too fucking sensitive. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve and stands, leaving me to tuck myself away in my pants while she's got a cocky grin on her face.
I catch my breath before I plant one on her, hands around the back of her neck, tasting me on her lips. She whimpers when I let go, and just like that, I know she's probably creaming her panties right now. I can sense it in the way her eyes are heavy-lidded and her mouth hangs open slightly.
"How about that dinner?" I ask her, buckling my belt and adjusting myself.
"It's still not a date." She warns me, zipping open her purse to get her pack of cigarettes. One dangles from her lips as we exit the building, the cold air slicing into my heated cheeks.
"Baby, you just sucked me off in a public place. I'd call this a date, whether you like it or not."
We walk over to the diner a couple of blocks away and sit down in a somewhat secluded booth in the back. The server comes by our table to take our order. I have no idea what they serve around here, but apparently, little Doe doesn't need a laminated menu.
"I'll take the cheese and bacon burger and a side of fries. No ketchup, but I'll take some mayo." The woman is in her fifties, but she looks fresh-faced and fit in her white polo shirt and black-and-white checkered pants.
"And you, darling?" She asks me, eying me with a secretive, brief smile. I just tell her to bring me the same thing, because I don't want to come across like a pathetic fool who has to ask for a menu. Bella's busy reapplying her lipstick. It's a red color coming from a little oval-shaped vial that makes her lips appear even fuller than they already are.
"Here," Bella smirks, throwing a wad of napkins in my lap. I manage to catch them before they fall to the floor and look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You might wanna wipe me off your face." She says slyly. I don't miss the innuendo, because after the blowjob she just gave me, I'm dying to return the favor and have her sit on my face until she can't see straight anymore. Bella tosses me her compact mirror and I mutter a string of curses when I see what she's talking about. I have red smears all over my lips and jaw, but instead of apologizing she just sits there acting like a goddamned picture of innocence with her lips pursed and those fucking Bambi eyes of hers batting their lashes at me.
"Could've said something, Doe." I spit at her, wiping my face until the napkins come out clean.
"I just did." She smiles.
Fucking little minx.
The food is fine, but the fries are too salty, and we end up ordering two Cokes to quench our thirst. It feels weird ordering something other than a beer, but since I'm out with Isabella fucking Swan, she's made me forget all about certain cravings. I wonder if she feels that too — that thing between us that's greater than addiction, this fucking lust that's constantly triggered, no matter how inconspicuous her actions. The way she dips her fries in mayonnaise and licks some excess condiment from her fingers makes me think about her tongue around the head of my dick and the way she moaned at the first bite of her decadent hamburger has me clenching my fist under the table. I don't understand what's making this happen, why it is like this. I've never felt this before in my life. Sure, I've always loved sex, pussy being one of my vices, but never more than once with the same woman, and never did they ever leave me wanting more. Just imagining her lips on mine, her soft little body against me makes me hard as a fucking rock. And it's really difficult to hide in these jeans, too.