Even though this do work as stand-alone one shots, this one serves as a sequel to the previous chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer in first chapter.
"We would like a little more privacy."
Lorelai studies Luke as he tells the hostess this when presented with a table in the middle of the restaurant. When the hostess abides by the request and begins leading them to the back of the restaurant, she slips her arms around Luke's and presses herself to his side.
"We would?" she asks.
Luke turns his head towards her and the smirk on his face alone is enough to tell her that they would indeed need a little more privacy than was offered before. "We would," he confirms then thanks the hostess when she offers them a round booth tucked away in the corner.
"Color me intrigued," she says as she goes to remove her coat but pauses when he moves to stand behind her.
He slides his arm underneath her coat and around her waist. Slowly, his hand glides over the curve of her hips and comes to a rest on the swell of her breast. He knows that she's not wearing a bra, claiming that it didn't work with her dress when they were getting ready for their night out. He smiles to himself when he hears her breath hitch as he caresses her gently through the material of her dress. It's just the start of what he had planned tonight.
Lorelai wants to lean into his touch to encourage him but before she can, he's sliding her coat down her arms, sliding into the booth, and patting the spot next to him for her to join him.
Sidling across the leather booth, she asks, "You do realize where we're at, right?"
"I'm aware," Luke answers. "That's why I asked for a more private booth."
She grins, leaning in close to him. "So, we can make out between courses?"
"Something like that."
The look he gives her as he answers makes her swallow hard and his gaze is only broken when the waiter comes up to their table and begins his spiel of tonight's special and suggestions on what to start them off with. She orders a glass of wine and as Luke opts to stick with just water for now, she feels his palm lands heavily on her thigh.
Lorelai is asked if they're ready to order and her breathing is already shaky when she says they still need a minute as his hand begins to toy with the hem of her dress; his fingertips gliding along her smooth skin and then inching her dress up her thighs. As soon as the waiter turns to leave, she turns to Luke and plays coy.
"What do you think you're doing there?"
The same smirk from moments before reappears on his face. "You know I like to give as much as I receive." He leans in and she meets him halfway where he presses his lips to hers. "Maybe even more."
A moan escapes her lips and she quickly catches herself remembering that they're not alone and though their booth is tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, they can still be seen and definitely heard. She's sitting at a vantage point, giving a good view of the other patrons meaning they can see her as well. Luckily a thick tablecloth spills generously over the edges of the table concealing just how close his fingers keep inching towards her center. How his fingers keep stroking up and down her thigh, his palm flattening on her thigh as he cups the heated skin, and how her panties are now practically soaked through.
Luke waits until the waiter comes back to take it one step further. He's the first to give his order when she deflects to him since she's been a little too distracted to even glance at the menu. When she's placing her order, he makes his move. As his fingers found their mark with unerring accuracy, Lorelai gasped and straightened in her seat. He didn't stop, instead he circled her panty-covered clit with his finger while she covered her slip-up with a laugh and an excuse about how she's very excited for dinner.
"Excited for dinner, huh?" Luke whispers when they're alone again. "That's what has you this wet?"
Lorelai whimpers quietly as fingers continue to dance over her clit, rubbing side to side, the lace of her panties providing a wonderful friction against the sensitive nub. "It's you, always you. You do this to me."
He can tell by her erratic breathing that she's enjoying the way her panties rub against her, the lace giving a roughness that is certainly welcomed, but given the tight space in the booth, he doesn't need another obstacle in his way. "Take off your underwear," he requests.
"Demanding," she purrs. Her hands joins his under the table and she hooks her fingers into the side of her panties. With a little fidgeting in her seat, she manages to slide her panties down her legs and over her heels. She presents with a sinful smile and by dropping them in his lap. "As you requested."
He runs his fingers over the small scrap of fabric that she refers to as underwear. The lace is soaked through, evident that this is turning her just as much as she said it would. He pockets the underwear before his hand moves back between her legs and seeks out her wetness.
Luke parts her outer lips with his fingers, finding her wet, warm, and waiting. He gives just a little, pressing forward so she envelops his fingers. But just as quickly as he gives he takes away, running his fingers up the length of her center and teasing her clit once again.
"Please Luke," she begs, her face fixed with a smile hoping that she's giving nothing away. "Please, please, please."
This time, he obliges. He dips in finger in her wetness, testing, before he slips a finger inside. He nearly groans at the feeling of her surrounding his finger. Instead, he watches as she bites her lip when he starts to slowly pump his finger in and out.
She's not watching him as he watches her. She's watching out for the other people in the restaurant, making sure that no one has noticed anything up with them. Luckily, their tucked-away-in-the-corner booth seems to be working for them, She leans forward, grinding herself onto his hand as she rests her elbows on the table.
He marvels at how well she's able to hide her mounting pleasure. The only sign is the quiet, barely noticeable tremor that rocks her body as she writhes against his palm. Her composure is lost for just a moment when she slips a second finger inside her and keeps a steady rhythm pumping it in and out. She ducks her head and whispers "fuck" under her breath.
He drops a kiss to her shoulder and reminds her to keep quiet. They don't want to be caught.
She stills her rocking hips as their waiter approaches with their food. Luke does the opposite of her and begins stroking her deeper as the waiter lingers in front of them asking if everything is okay and if there is anything that they need. She ekes out a "thank you" just as Luke flicks his thumb across her hard clit.
When the waiter leaves them alone, she starts grinding against his pumping hand again. She soon develops a rhythm with his ministrations, rocking against him to get his fingers as deep as they can go. Her breathing starts to quicken and becomes more ragged.
Luke knows that she's close. He's spent his time slowly building her up, teasing her, listening to her beg and try her best to keep her composure so no one knows that naughty things that they're up to underneath the table. He still can't believe that she actually talked him into letting her go down on him in the movie theater and even more so that she presented him with one of her fantasies that led to him fucking her with his fingers underneath the table in a crowded restaurant.
And now he wants to see her come. To clench down on his fingers while her orgasm courses through her body forcing her to stay silent so she doesn't attract attention.
"This really turns you on, doesn't it?" Luke asks as he crooks his fingers inside of her, hitting just the right spot. "The chance that someone might know what we're up to, that they might know that my fingers are deep inside of you right now."
Lorelai nods her head, knowing that her voice would betray her if she dared to speak to answer him.
Luke feels her coming undone on his fingers. He studies her as she presses her lips tightly together, desperate to not make any noise as his fingers stroke her g-spot. One of her hands is clutching the tablecloth while her other hand clenches and unclenches by her side. She ducks her head then turns to him. Her face is starting to get flushed and her eyes are pleading with him to take her over the edge.
Luke begins stroking her faster, applying as much pressure as he could from his position. She's so close and he's determined to make her come right there on their leather book in their secluded corner in the restaurant. He hears her little pants of pleasure, the sighs that she can't hold back even through clenched teeth. He watches as her eyes glaze over as the very first hint of an orgasm begins coursing through her body.
He slows down his strokes as her orgasm rolls through her body but he doesn't remove his fingers. She gives up some pretense of not trying to be caught and rests her forehead on the table as he continues to pumps in and out. Seconds later, he removes his fingers from her and rests his hand on her thigh. His other hands starts to rub soothing circles on her back, letting her come down from her high, letting her pleasure abate.
He's holding the glass of water out to her when she lifts her head from the edge of the table. Her skin is pink and flushed and there's a satisfied gleam to her eyes as she accepts the water and takes a sip. She's still getting her breathing under her control as she fans herself with her hand, trying to cool down a little. Her eyes widen when he brings his hand up from her thigh and tastes her.
She tugs on the collar of his shirt and uses her leverage to kiss him deeply, not caring if anyone saw that. She pulls back with a smile on her face that matches his. "That was amazing babe," she whispers. "But I need to feel you inside me."
"Waiter!" Luke barks out. "Check!"
She laughs when he barks out another call for the waiter and reminds him that they also need doggie bags because he had her a little too distracted and she didn't get to eat and there was no way she was leaving a full plate of perfectly good food on the table. He reaches into his pants pockets and pulls out the keys.
"You go on out to the truck, I'll be out in just a minute."
She fixes her dress and grabs her coat from the end of the booth, "Just don't take too long. I might have to take matters into my own hands."
"Don't you dare."
She presses a kiss to his cheek. "Hurry up."
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