"That was delicious," Liv says as she picks up her napkin, dabbing the corner of her mouth.
Elliot leans back in his seat, glass of scotch in his hand as he watches her intently.
"Stop looking at me like that." She glances up at him, staring into his darkened orbs.
"Like what?" He smirks and continues to stare into her soul.
"You know," she nudges his knee under the table. "I'm gonna head to the ladies' room before we go."
She gives him a quick peck on the lips, then stands and walks in the direction of the restrooms. He eyes her, appreciating her full figure as she walks away. She passes through tables and disappears around a corner. When she's out of his sight, he scans the room and notices a table of men that had just been ogling her. His jaw clenches as he feels the jealousy begin to boil inside of him.
Their waiter places the check on the table bringing him out of his brooding thoughts. He quickly puts his card in the check holder and hands it to the young man.
When his eyes find the table of men again, he realizes that one of them is gone. He fought hard to remain seated, knowing that the man had most likely gone to find his woman. His. Although he didn't doubt Olivia's ability to take care of herself, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to protect her. To make sure that every other man on the Earth knew who she belonged to. He couldn't help it; he was possessive in nature. But something about Liv heightened it. Seeing any man look at her with hunger in their eyes made him feral, wanting to end them where they stood.
Looking in the restroom mirror, Olivia makes sure that her hair and makeup are as they were before dinner. She steps out of the ladies' room and is immediately met by a tall, slender man.
"Sorry to bombard you like this, but I noticed you as you walked by my table. I thought I'd come introduce myself." She looks down as he offers her his hand to shake. "I'm Joel." He says with a cocksure smile.
Her mind immediately went to Elliot. She had to let this guy down quickly before he came looking for her. If El saw what was happening now, things would not end well.
"It's nice to meet you Joel, but I should be getting back to my husband."
She side stepped him as he looked for a nonexistent ring on her finger. "If you're not interested you could've just said that," he sneered.
"Goodnight, Joel," she threw over her shoulder. She made sure to let her hips sway as she made her way back to Elliot, punishing this stranger for his attitude. She felt his eyes on her backside but kept her focus on her man. He stood as soon as she got close, grabbing her jacket and helping her put it on.
"We got a problem?" He growled.
"No. He knows that I'm taken." She leans up and plants a kiss on his lips, easing the tension. "Let's go."
He glares at the men one last time before turning and guiding her toward the exit. His hand is low on her back, displaying the intimacy between them. Letting them know that she is his and his only.
They step out of the restaurant into the cool October night. Elliot checks his phone for directions to their next destination before grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.
"The Paintbar is a block and a half away. You wanna walk it?" He asks making sure that she's up to it. Her ankle had healed some time ago, but he knew she still felt pain here and there.
"Yeah, we've got a good spot. We don't need to move the car." He couldn't argue with that. His years away from the city hadn't diminished his understanding of the struggle that came with Manhattan parking. If they moved now, they'd risk being late.
They begin their short journey south on Greenwich Street, her black booties in step with his oxfords. Always so in sync.
He looked down at her, in awe of her beauty. Every inch of her was perfection. Her grey midi dress wasn't exactly form fitting but he could still see the silhouette of her body. What really did it for him was the leather jacket she wore. When she had stepped out of her building, his mind immediately envisioned her on the back of a motorcycle, pressed up against him. He understood why other men attempted to make her acquaintance. She was a fantasy made reality. When you were sculpted by the Gods themselves, mere mortals couldn't help but admire. He despised it, but he understood. He was reminded of the twit that had followed her to the restroom.
"So, that guy. What did he say to you?" Although they had left without an issue, he still felt the need to know.
She looked over at him as they paused at the corner, waiting for the light to change. "He just wanted to introduce himself. I told him that I had a husband to get back to and that was about it." She wouldn't mention the man's other comment, knowing Elliot would probably want to go back and smack him around for giving her any lip.
"A husband?" He smirked and lifted his brows. "Good for you."
"Shut up," she chuckled, slapping his chest.
She disentangled their fingers, sliding her right hand around his waist. His arm settled around her shoulders and they continued to walk.
When they arrive, he holds the door open letting her enter before him. They check in and head to their seats.
"I've never been to a Paint and Sip before. Alex and I always talked about going but," she shrugs, "busy schedules."
"Well, I'm glad to be your first."
She sees the twinkle in his eye, but before she can respond, their instructor starts to speak.
"Hello everyone and welcome to Muse Paintbar! For tonight's session we'll be painting a beautiful sunset over the ocean." He slowly walks around the space, engaging every patron. "Of course, we have an open bar and a limited selection of foods available. I'll lead and you can follow, or if you're more advanced, you can freestyle. Now let's have some fun and make some art!"
He showed everyone where to start on their canvases as two waiters made their way around the room, taking orders. Elliot ordered for them, getting her another glass of red and a water for himself. Their drinks arrived quickly and they got started on their paintings.
Halfway through the session, Elliot stepped away to the restroom. As he made his way back, he saw the instructor standing next to Olivia with his hand on her shoulder.
"Great work. You seem to be a natural at this." His fingers giving her a light squeeze as his eyes trailed down to her cleavage.
"Thank you," she said briefly trying to show a polite disinterest.
"Keep up the good work." He must've taken the hint because he was off before Elliot sat back down.
"What was that about?" His frustration beginning to show.
"Nothing. He just said I was doing a good job."
"He needed to touch you for that?" He scoffed.
Her head leaned to the side as her eyes pleaded with him. "We're almost done El. Let's enjoy the rest of this and we'll be out of here in no time." She said a silent thanks that he hadn't seen the man taking advantage of the view.
"Alright," he huffs. "But only because you asked."
Her hand landed on his thigh and she leaned in. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. She'd always known how to derail him. How to change his mental direction. She also knew how rewarding his possessiveness could be for her. Quickly, she sat up straight and continued to work on her sunset as if she hadn't just ignited a fire within him.
He stared at her, his hand stroking his beard. She would be the death of him.
"Pick up your brush." Her eyes never leaving her canvas.
After their session finishes, they head to his car. Her second glass of wine had crept up on her, leaving her feeling a little more than lusty. She squirmed in the passenger seat trying to keep her cool. Elliot had seen this many times before. He thought back to her baiting him in the paint studio, seeing his opportunity to get back at her.
His right hand slides to her inner thigh while his thumb caresses the top of her leg. She instinctively squeezes her thighs together, trapping his hand in between.
"Don't start something you can't finish." She breathes.
His eyes focus on the road ahead, "You started this. But I'll gladly finish it." Her legs widen slightly, making room for his hand to rise higher. "Push the seat back," he demands.
Her right hand quickly presses the controls on the side of the chair simultaneously sliding and leaning it back. She leans her body back, lifting her dress and spreading her legs. His hand, still on her thigh, moves to her wet core.
"Shit, Liv…" She wasn't wearing any panties. His middle finger slides up between her lips stopping to slowly circle her clit. She's already so aroused that his light touch has her head rolling to the side. She watches him through her long lashes, impressed with his ability to multitask. His left hand is steady on the steering wheel.
Her right hand locks around his wrist, "More."
Her ample wetness makes for an easy entrance. His middle and ring fingers plunge into her, the heel of his hand grazing her clit is the icing on the cake. His pace starts off slow then gradually increases in speed.
"Hmm," she whimpers, bottom lip between her teeth.
They stop at a red light and Elliot is grateful for the tinted windows. His eyes land on her adorable face with her eyes screwed shut. He was just getting started with her.
Seeing her breathing get heavier, he could tell that she was getting closer. He curled his two fingers, easily finding that sweet spot inside her. Her eyes pop open and her grip tightens on his wrist.
"El, fuck… stop!" Her attempts to pull his hand away are useless.
"You gonna squirt for me?"
"The- the car," she forces out.
"Can get cleaned."
She had no reason left to fight. She wanted this just as bad as he did. "Shit, sh- shit!"
"That's it. Good girl." He doubles down on the pressure as his foot presses on the gas.
Her breath hitches, "Ahh!" She whines. "Right there, right there!"
"Come on, make a mess."
And with that, her walls convulsed around his thick digits, forcing him out with a rush of liquid. Her cum is dripping down his wrist and the dashboard. He's curious to know if he can pull another one out of her. His fingertips fumble on her sensitive bud, slipping on her excess wetness.
She keens as another wave rolls through her. "I can't-." She's back to fighting him.
"Yes, you can. Just one more for Daddy, huh?"
Her hand releases his wrist and she reaches for something, anything to hold onto. She finds purchase on the grab handle at the roof of the car.
His fingers slide back in, effortlessly pushing her to the brink again. Her jaw goes slack and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her knuckles are white from the force of her hold, her mind is numb.
He wants to make this worth her while, so he pushes in as far as he can, the heel of his hand pressing against her once more. Tap, tap, tap. His fingers speed up. The strength of her next climax surprises him, spinning through her like a tornado.
She inhales deeply then releases a guttural shriek, seeing stars behind her eyes. Her back arches, holding the position for a few more seconds, then she goes limp. She's unable to move. All she can do is float until her body was ready to come down.