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Ana POV:
Dark back room of a restaurant, how convenient. It, of course, didn't surprise me that Derek new the ends and outs of New York City, and that he had friends in all the right places; he was a very powerful man, and I was looking forward to seeing that side of him a lot more often. I subconsciously licked my lips as my eyes ran over the menu of the overly expensive restaurant. I tried not to think of how expensive the food was, since Derek told me not to worry about the cost. What a gentleman, but there a point where I want to draw the line. He insisted on taking me out to lunch, and after the energy draining sex we had, I was fucking starving.
"See anything you like?" Derek's deep, yet sexy voice broke through my thoughts. I blinked several times before looking over my menu at him, raising both of my eyebrows. His stupid smirk never fell from his face, making me want to slap it off, then kiss him all over.
"Uh, everything seems extremely foreign to me. I've never eaten somewhere this... elegant before," I shifted my weight in my seat. I'd never gone out without underwear on before, and it felt odd. Yet, the feeling was freeing and quite exciting. Exhilarating even. Looking at Derek made me want to just pull him over the table by his tie and let him have his way with me, but I continued to look at the menu.
"Ana, I'm serious. If you see something you like, order it. Money isn't an object here," he spoke softly as he raised an eyebrow at me, flirting silently with me. If he wanted to play dirty, I'll let him. But that doesn't mean I can't play dirty back. I kicked off one of my heels, "accidentally" touching his calf with the ball of my foot. I'm sure he didn't even notice as the waiter came by to get our orders.
"And you, miss?" the waiter's voice suddenly hit my ears. I snapped out of my game for one second, then flirtatiously looking at the waiter, pushing my chest up a bit. I wanted to make Derek jealous. I wanted to see what he was like when he got territorial. The idea made me hot and bothered, so I continued playing my game of footsie underneath the table.
"What do you recommend, Derek?" I raised an eyebrow at Derek, letting my own stupid smirk grace my lips. He licked his amazing lips, coaxing me into knowing he knew the little game I was playing. The tip of my foot continued to graze the clothed skin of the side of Derek's knee. He didn't dare move as he challenged me, smirking sexily at me.
"She'll have the garlic chicken, and I'll have the mushroom sautéed steak. Bring us a bottle of wine, would you?" he spoke deeply, gripping my menu before handing both of them to the waiter. The younger man nodded his head, disappearing out of the room. Of course, I had no real intention of keeping up the charade with the clueless bus boy. He was lanky, pale, and awkward looking compared to Derek. "Playing games with me, kitten?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Hale. I'm perfectly behaving myself. You, on the other hand..." I snickered as my foot traced a small trail to the inside of his amazing thigh. I looked at him, his eyes darkening with lust as my foot made painfully slow circles along the fabric of his slacks.
"You're playing with fire, Miss Beaumont." His voice sounded on the verge of moaning, and it made a sharp shiver run down the length of my spine. I threw my head back with laughter, sneaking a wink at him.
"I'm playing with my very attractive boss. I certainly hope I'm not playing with fire, I don't want to get burned," I purred as my foot traveled extremely close to his well endowed package. "If you think it's too risky, I'll stop." I slowly pulled my foot away to put it back in my heel, but he gripped my ankle quickly.
"I don't believe I said to stop, Ana. You've already added fuel to the fire, you might as well finish what you started," he grinned seductively at me before placing my foot directly on his growing erection. I swallowed slowly, letting him take control of the situation. "I won't wait forever."
I slowly started to stroke the length of his hardening cock through his slacks, snagging my bottom lip between my teeth to keep myself calm. I watch as his posture stiffened each time my flesh ran across his length. His long fingers were still tightly gripped around my ankle, carressing the bare skin. Wherever he touched, my skin was on fire. His hands ran further up my calf, massaging the flesh, coaxing me to continue my torture on him. My heart beat quickened, my breath trying to come out slow as his hand teased my skin. I grazed his cock with the ball of my foot, his hips bucking slowly.
"Is this okay?" I teased slightly as his grip on my ankle tightened, pulling me closer and almost pulling me off of my chair. "Derek... I almost fell."
"You're going to if you don't speed up," he growled softly, his gorgeous green eyes piercing into my soul. I've never seen so much lust in a man's eyes than I seen in his right then. His eyes peering into mine sent a shock straight down my spine to the juncture between my thighs. I was incredibly wet. That's exactly why I didn't wear underwear... Well, he took mine, but he wanted this to happen.
I decided that enough was enough, I was through with teasing. He needed his release, and, honestly, I wanted to see how far I could go with rubbing him off in public without getting caught. I knew he could take it; Derek could take the pressure, but I had no idea if he'd lose control, and that excited me even more. I applied more pressure against his groin, and he growled softly, his hips rocking in time with my heavy petting.
"Your wine," the lanky waiter spoke up, smiling his awkward smile as he sat it down on the table, along with two wine glasses. "Would you like me to pour it, or would you like to pour it yourselves?" A great fucking idea popped into my head. I really wanted to test his self control.
"Could you pour it for us, hun? I'm awfully tired," I smile sweetly and innocently, batting my eyelashes. Derek shot me daggers as I continued my assault on his hard-on, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The waiter gulped, blinking his eyes. The poor thing looked like he was about to faint. He slowly nodded his head hesitantly before starting to pour our drinks slowly. This kid was shaking as he poured the wine into the glass, perspiration forming on his forehead.
"Th-there you go," he whispered quietly. I picked up my glass, taking a sip, and rubbing Derek harder than before. He hissed loudly, and the waiter's eyes shifted to Derek hunched over, his head between his arms. Derek was bucking his hips wildly, but not enough that the kid could see over the table. "Uh, I-I'll b-be back with y-your en-entrees."
"Thank you, sweetie," I grinned politely as Derek's grip tightened significantly on my ankle, making me stroke him harder. The boy left, almost falling down as he did. I snickered as I took another sip before Derek pulled at my leg. I forced myself to look at his stone expression, his eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes concentrating on me as his hips jerked frantically.
"Fuck, Ana," he growled, his hips pumping quicker and quicker. I felt his cock harden more, pulsing and threatening to explode.
"You close, Derek?" I ran my tongue slowly across my lips to catch whatever wine didn't enter my mouth. His expression was almost pained. "Let it go."
A groan ripped from his lips, he tried silencing himself, but that obviously didn't work. I felt him release himself inside of his slacks, his groin covered in his cum. I smirked wickedly as my personal Adonis huffed and puffed as he came down from his orgasm. He rested his head on the table to recollect himself, and I continued to sip at my wine.
"This wine is amazing," I said softly through the silence, looking at him. He slowly raised his head, no smirk on his face. I raised an eyebrow; he looked pissed.
"What the hell kind of show was that, Ana?" he whisper yelled. I was really taken back by his reaction, but he was right. I shouldn't have done that, not in public.
"I-I'm sorry...?" I said hesitantly, confused by what he was saying. I ripped my foot away from his now wet pants. He quickly took his jacket off, placing it on his lap and leaning back to look at the ceiling, his eyes closed as he recollected himself. I just stared at him.
He wanted it before! What is his issue? He told me not to stop! He was fucking begging!
"Now that kid wants you as much as I fucking do." His voice broke through the silence as he sat up, glaring at me. "Pull your seat over here, right beside me." I got up slowly as I put my foot back into my shoe, pulling my chair to sit closer to him, then sitting down. What happened next, I didn't expect. He pulled me close to him, his lips smashing instantly attaching to mine, his tongue slipping past my lips. "You're so fucking sexy that it hurts." I moaned in response, and we pulled apart right before the awkward waiter came back in with our food.
"S-sir, are you alright? I got some complaints about it sounding like someone was in pain?" the boy asked Derek. Derek looked at me, playfully rolling his eyes.
"I'm fine, you can leave now. My girlfriend and I will eat in peace. Leave us for the next hour," Derek said commanding the boy as he left a pitcher of water and the wine at our table. Derek began to cut up a piece of his steak, coaxing me into eating a piece. Geez, that thing melted so quickly in my mouth that I had to moan at how wonderful it tasted.
"Taste good, baby?" he smirked at my moan, and I nodded in response, licking my lips. He gave me another piece as I cut up my chicken, making it into small sections. I picked up the chicken with my fingers, placing the piece against my sexy boss's lips. His mouth opened before enveloping my fingers with his warm mouth, slurping it into his mouth before slowly licking my fingers. Too soon were we done eating our meal, I was full. I patted my full belly, huffing as I stood up.
"Time for desert," Derek purred in my ear as he left a few hundred dollars on the table, keeping his jacket in front of his stained pants.
"Derek, I'm too full for dessert, honestly. I couldn't eat another bite," I huffed as I leaned into his side as he led me outside to his Camaro. He licked the shell of my ear as he helped me into the car.
"I'm still hungry, Ana. And this time, not for food." His grin was sinfully wicked, and it made my heart race. He was unsustainable.