Angel & Ace

Exhibitionism

I checked my watch. An old thing my father gave me for my seventeenth birthday, he said that every man should have a watch and to take good care of it because his father gave it to him and he'd want me to give it to my first son. It was a black Titan with a leather strap, worn, but still reliable. The time read 9:30 and I feared Sutton came to a decision about me, us. Not that there was much of an 'us'. Thirty minutes late and still no word. 10 minutes passed and I'd had enough. I couldn't sit there looking pathetic anymore; tapping my foot restlessly, telling Olivia 3 times that I was waiting for someone who obviously wasn't going to show.
So, I left. Angrily. My blood ran hot, my heart weighed heavily, and my throat tensed.
Why'd she reject me? I thought for sure she'd made her decision. I thought she chose me.
"Tobias! Wait!" Her sweet voice called out from behind, allowing me to breathe again. My heart drummed violently as I turned around on the cold dark sidewalk. She sprinted toward me. Her long, dark, wavy hair flying behind her, her cheeks and nose pink from the bitter cold, and her red dress and coat blowing from the wind. She leapt into my arms and I grunted from the impact and even stumbled back a bit. I held her there in my arms, overjoyed she came, that she chose this. Her gloved hands cupped my face and she kissed me urgently. Her tongue rolled along mine and she moaned as I kissed her back with equal fervor. She wrapped her legs around me and my hands found her cool skin. I maneuvered into a dark alley and continued to bare her naked flesh. Her soft, smooth derrière fit perfectly into my hands as I squeezed, pushing her against the brick wall, defiling her like she was just some filthy back alley broad.
The smoke from a nearby heater began to surround us, cloaking us from any passing patrons. I kissed her neck and chest, nibbling and biting at her flesh, loving the moans, groans, and squeaks that sounded from her throat. She tasted like rich, expensive chocolate, and million dollar champagne. I remembered how her juices had lit up my taste buds before. I unwrapped her legs and ignored her protests.
"Noo, I want—" I covered her mouth with my hand and pressed my body against hers so she could feel how hard she made me. Give her an idea of how she'd feel completely naked against me.
"Hush, Sutton." I demanded huskily, panting from our strenuous make out session. I removed my hand, knowing she was having trouble catching her breath as well. Her dark blue irises sparkled in the moonlight, and her stained red lips parted as if inviting me in. Her cheeks were red hot and her dainty nose pink.
"Fuck me, Tobias, please." She pled with puppy dog eyes. She was adorable. I looked around and noticed out here where it was supposed to be cold, we shared our warmth.
"Not in an alley, Angel. You're so much better then that." She groaned and rolled her eyes, reminding me just how young she was.
"Exactly. I'm tired of being the princess. I'm tired of being treated like priceless art pieces or some kind of antique one-of-a-kind car. Please." I licked my lips and gazed down at this women who was quite literally the sexiest thing on earth, and she was begging me. Begging me to do filthy things to her. I realized she fit into my body perfectly as I stood over her, I'd destroy her if she were beneath me. I glanced around to find the streets still empty.
"How cold are you?" I asked. She smiled like she knew I was granting her her wish.
Okay, maybe I was.
"Not at all." I gazed down the length of her body and undid her red coat. She wore a dark red frilly dress that looked gorgeous against her creamy golden honey skin.
"Lift up your dress." I instructed, praying the streets would stay vacant for ten more minutes. She wanted to be treated dirty? Fine.
She did as I bid and I zeroed in on the pink lacey thongs that wrapped around her narrow tight waist. Her navel was meant for a piercing that she unfortunately didn't have, and the spot between her thighs was thick and luscious, her folds straining her thongs. I licked my lips and my breath hitched involuntarily as I took in the juicy sight. "Spread your legs for me, Angel." I instructed further, barely feeling the bitter wind blow against my face. Her legs visibly prickled with goosebumps as she slipped one leg to the side then proceeded to do the same with the next. She was biting into her full lip and it drove me wild, the picture she was giving me was my own personal heaven.
I stepped forward and took her panties in my hand, the fabric was smooth and delicate between my fingers. I shredded them effortlessly and swallowed the saliva threatening to drip out of my mouth from the sight of her.
"I've never see such a perfect sight." I breathed, taking in her well groomed pussy. She was so naked I could see her juices glistening underneath the moonlight.
"This is so hot. . ." She panted with anticipation. I grinned then lapped her slick slit with my fingers ever so slightly and she cried out into the night, closing her eyes and letting the sweet heavenly sounds pour out of her. She echoed off the brick buildings and her sound traveled out of the alley into the New York streets.
"Fuck, Sutton." I groaned as my dick strained against my pants. My finger worked her tight hole and my thumb stimulated her clit. Her moans traveled through my ears and I swear I could come right there with her. She was soaking wet and so tight, her pussy sucking and tightening around my singular finger.
I trailed my wet finger across her collarbone, along the vein in her neck, and up to her plump lips and popped one inside her warm mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and I grinned as the humiliation set in her face. I positioned my thigh between her legs, my free hand on the wall, and leaned into her ear.
"You wanted dirty, Angel. Now suck." Her eyes fluttered shut and she hummed in satisfaction and began sucking vigorously, taking my entire finger into her pretty little hot mouth. My eyes narrowed in on her puckered lips and my thoughts slipped further into the gutter. I pulled my finger away slowly and knelt down before her. She got a taste now I want another one.
"I wanted to tease you tonight, and I will find a way." I promised loud enough so she could hear. I looked ahead at her pretty pussy and licked my lips eagerly. She had silky come dripping down her smooth, bare legs and I groaned happily. "I really just need a taste. . ." I glanced at her and watched as her swollen lips curved into a gorgeous, pleased smile and she giggled.
I slowly lapped my tongue along her thick folds, procuring a squeak from her throat. Her taste brought a hunger out of me I hadn't even known I had. She was sweet— so sweet I sucked at her, switching up my usual routine. I just had to get my fill. I twisted, twirled, and licked around her clit, occasionally finding her oozing hole filled with the sweetest juice.
"F-ffuck!" Sutton cried out, dropping her dress, unable to hold it up any longer as she trembled and tugged at my hair. I dug deeper into her with my tongue, tasting every crevice and licking every drop that oozed out of her tight, little entrance. She had a citrusy flavor that lit up my taste buds, and a sweet salty edge that mixed perfectly. I lifted her leg onto my shoulder and rubbed at her entrance with my thumb, all the while my mouth worked every inch of her. Her plea's, cries, and moans filled the dark, starless sky and I told myself this was the best day of my life.
I stood, kissing her mouth viciously, needing her to taste herself. I needed her to taste what she did to me. She moaned in delight, licking my mouth eagerly, loving herself. No surprise there.
"Do you see how good you taste? How am I supposed to not want to eat you Every. Time. I. See. You?" I grumbled as a fire burned inside my core. This women, she was a fucking goddess. She laughed breathily, fixated on kissing me. She couldn't get enough of herself.
"Your not." She whispered into my mouth. I stepped back and fixed her attire. Her hair was ruffled and she looked blissfully satisfied even though I hadn't allowed her to orgasm.
"I can't believe we just did that. That I just did that." She was astounded, and her big blue eyes were wide and beautiful. She grinned and kissed me again, her soft smooth lips smashing against mine. "Thank you, Tobias."
   "Come now, lets go eat some real food." I laced her fingers in mine for warmth as our bodies started to get cold.
"This can't be where we're sitting?" She pouted, unsatisfied with the seats I'd previously chosen. I pulled out her chair; leaned into her ear; and smelled the scent of strawberries and chocolate within her thick tresses. I wondered if she ever didn't smell perfect.
"It is. I told you I'd find a way. Now sit." I kept my voice husky and low like I know she'd respond to, then sat at the opposite side and we began looking at drink orders.
"Why were you late?" I questioned right away. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably and I was ecstatic I'd decided to do tonight like this. At a distance, where I can truly see her under a harsh light so she can't bullshit me.
   Sounds like an interrogation. My subconscious added. There was still some anger residue left over from her being late and me losing control in the alley. I was pissed. It meant we got 30 minutes less of the time we could've had together. And yes, I know how fucking insane that sounded.
"I was at a prior function, I couldn't get out of it as early as I'd planned. I'm sorry, truly, Tobias. I'd much rather have been here with you, please trust me." She explained sincerely.
"I do," I said. "I just thought you'd changed your mind." She grinned comically.
"Awe and you were upset? Mad? Pissed off beyond belief? Maybe so sad you wanted to cry like a little gi—" I glared at her in warning.
"Watch it, Angel." She giggled adorably, showcasing her impeccably white, straight teeth and my face cracked a small smile.
   "Glad to know you can't stay mad at me, Ace." She said. She fixed her slightly scathed hair and I'd told her not to leave the table so she wiped off her excess lipstick that smudged during our make out session using a tissue and a small round golden mirror. Her nails were painted red and perfectly even in length on each finger.
"Better?" She asked, as if we'd known each other forever and she was perfectly comfortable trusting me with beauty tips. I smiled.
"Beautiful as ever, Ms Dàvila."
   "So, what is it you want, Tobias? Out of life, I mean." She asked sometime later. She was finishing off a plate of roast beef and her second glass of red wine. The restaurant was thinning out, only one other couple sat in a far corner.
   "You." I answered, letting my eyes roam over her flawless features; her long dainty nose; full luscious heart shaped lips; her defined jaw; and her cheekbones that were soft and subtle making her cheeks plump and rosey. Her wide blue pools had curly long dark lashes surrounding them, and eyebrows that were sharp and professionally waxed. Her eyes snapped up to meet my green ones and she blushed. "And for you to be happy." I added.
   "Not money, fame, or power?" She quizzed. I shook my head.
   "No."
   "Kids?" I don't know why the question halted my movements, or why it made my heart race. Or even why when she asked about kids I didn't have a problem picturing them looking exactly like her?
   "Maybe." I grumbled.
   "You don't like to be questioned." She observed. "But you don't mind bombarding people with them." I laughed, shrugging a little.
   "You're not wrong." She ran her finger along the rim of her wine glass while her other hand curled and rested beneath her chin.
   "So, this. . ." She paused, unsure of what to refer to 'us' as. I wasn't sure either. "It's happening?" She looked so innocent and nervous. She couldn't possibly think I'd reject her? "I know age was a—"
   "We're happening, Angel. Age was never an issue. I was just shocked, you gotta get over it." She laughed and her hand fell from the glass to my hand. The electricity pulsed between us, crackled in the atmosphere that surrounded us.
   "Fine." She murmured, her voice lost somewhere. She moved her long, skinny fingers through mine. "When will you ruin me, Mr Graveston?" She asked so politely she made the statement sound not nearly as dirty as it was. I smirked and my dick was pleading me to say 'Now'.
   "Soon enough, Angel. I think I might torture you awhile longer." Well, she didn't like that one bit for she shot her coldest, iciest glare my way.
   "You will not." She scolded. I laughed, for she was just too adorably cute when she was mad.
   "Watch me."
   We were finally alone, and Roveretta's was near closing, but I wasn't ready to leave my temptress yet.
Sutton yawned, which made me yawn, then we laughed at the contagious yawning effect.
   "I should get going." She said lazily, not budging an inch.
   "Where's Timber tonight?" I wondered, realizing I didn't see him pull off earlier.
   "Father needed him tonight. I drove my car." I perked up, looking outside to eye the streets  for a car that looked like it'd belong to her.
   "I parked it somewhere else and had an Uber drive me here." I restrained the urge to laugh.
   "Why?" I asked, confused.
   "Well because Timber could come looking for me at any moment, he can't see us together. I actually mentioned to him that this was the worst restaurant I'd ever been to and I never wanted to be in the vicinity of it ever again. Now he'll never have the idea to come looking here." I admired her commitment, and her brains. I clapped for her.
   "Smart girl, I gotta hand it to you." She grinned sardonically.
   "Bet you feel bad for not fucking me now, huh, Ace? Let's go to your house." I laughed again, and I wasn't sure why I didn't just do it. I'd wanted her since I seen her why was I holding off?
   "I can note you're grumpy when you're tired. Come on, let's Uber to your car." I stood and held out her coat. She huffed, uncrossed her arms like an errant child, and stood on her feet. I knew she was tired but I think she was more upset I didn't fuck her like she'd so adamantly begged all night.
   "It's fine. You don't have to go out of your way. I'm fine getting there alone." She insisted as I pulled her hair out from beneath her coat.
   "Nonsense, you owe me thirty minutes, Angel." I kissed her cheek, wanting her to stop being a grump and enjoy me while she had me. "Maybe I can defile you some more in the Uber," I settled, giving into her tantrum. I'd let her get away with it now, then make up for it whenever I got the chance.
She gasped softly and gave me a cheeky grin. She raced me outside and had on a rare smile that reminded me of carnivals, cotton candy, and sheer, unadulterated fun. She swung her arms around me and pressed her luscious body into mine.
   When the Uber arrived and we got in Sutton didn't waste any time undoing a button or two of my shirt. She felt upon my body without a care for our driver and moaned happily when she found my abs. I let her have her way with me— after a couple hours of me teasing her from across the table I owed it to her.
   It was a good thing our Uber owned a truck and it was dark out, because my hand moved between her legs on their own accord and I didn't really want to stop. I knew she was naked underneath— for I shredded her panties in a dirty back alley before I ate her pussy like a starving caveman.
   "Do it," she muttered into my ear so only I could hear her. Our driver had enough smarts to play some music to distract him from the crazy horny couple In his back seat.
I moved to Sutton's entrance as her soaking hole throbbed for me, begging me mercilessly. When she finally kissed me again, releasing her desperate need for me into it, I had no choice. I was putty in her hands. I sunk my middle finger into her tight hole and she gasped in my ear and clawed my chest. If she got any louder I'd stop, I refused to let some random hear her come and if earlier is any indication on how loud she was I needed to prevent it.
   I pumped my finger in and out of her slowly, loving the way her body clenched around my me as I brought her to the brink. Soon enough my entire hand was soaked and I was about 5 seconds from fucking her without caring about the guy 2 feet away from us.
"Here." The guy grumbled, stopping the car. I opened the door and carried her out. She squealed and I put her down once we exited. It was late, later then we usually hung out till.
"Is your dad going to be suspicious?" I asked, holding her close to me.
"Maybe. I told him I was meeting with my new friend Kat." I glanced at her car behind her. I knew It was hers because it was her color: Red. And so exorbitant and lavish it could be seen for miles. It was a Lexus and probably the newest model.
"I want to meet at your house next time." She muttered bashfully, as if she wasn't trying to get into my pants. "Unless you wanna continue with the exhibitionism. I don't mind, honestly." Her voice was enticingly silky and suggestive. She was really working me, and it was flattering. I loved knowing she didn't have an issue expressing how much she wanted me to screw her.
"I've gotten that." I laughed, realizing the more public the act the hornier she became. I'd have tons of fun with that later. "Fine. My place next time."