I think he is who I want.
He keeps touching my legs from under the table, the tension between us isn't a normal tension. His eyes stay on me the entire time and waits for me to look at him, so I do.
"Oh your bold now?" He asks me as he continues to play with his lip ring and contain extreme eye contact.
"I never said that, what never had a women look at you before? Shocker!" I sarcastically say with cockiness in my tone.
He laughs and gets up from the table walking away.
What the fuck is he doing?
He turns around and nods his head towards the bathroom. The men's bathroom.
I walk up to him and he snakes his arm around my waist. "Tom I'm not going in the boy's bathroom."
"Oh your not?" He said to me as he subconsciously led me into the men's bathroom, my gaze was on him completely that I never noticed that he brought me there already.
There's nobody in the bathroom, but he puts us in a little stall, lightly pushing me into the stall and shutting the door behind him.
I'm shaking at my knees yet we haven't done anything, my adrenaline is running through me and he hasn't even touched me. He walks up to me making me have to look up at him, I think he's going to kiss my neck but he whispers in my ear instead, "Let's see how well you can manage this space..."
I'm confused buy what he means, and he picks me up keeping his hands on my ass while I now look down at him.
He doesn't hesitate to go in on my neck like he's never touched a women before. Feral I would say. He puts my back on the stall door and demands me, "Take off your shirt."
My hands are already holding onto him so I don't lose balance, "I don't wanna lose ba—" I say but he interrupts fast.
"I got you, now hurry it up so I can give the waitress a tip, unless you want mine." He says smirking to himself, such a cringe line yet I was turned on by it.
I nod my head and take off my shirt, he kisses between my breasts and sets me down to stand, I'm stood up against the bathroom door with no shirt and about to be no pants.
He looks at my pants and raises his eyebrow. I take that as my sign to take them off so I do.
He puts his hands on my waist and kisses me, we make out and he slowly turns me around by my waist. I hear him unbuckle his pants to his baggy jeans, I can't help but get excited. My breathing gets heavier as I feel him get closer. He slowly moves his hands down from my waist to my underwear. He pulls them down to my knees and gets up against me. He takes his hands and puts one on my waist and the other on my neck, he slowly goes inside of me and I gasp.
He quickly moves the hand from my neck to my mouth, putting his hand over it immediately as he lets out a quiet pant, he goes faster keeping his hand on my mouth yet I'm loud enough to be heard through his hand. I feel myself about to reach my point and my legs start to get weak. He notices this and stops immediately, I get pissed and look at him putting his pants back on.
"What the fu—" I say turning around and he quickly puts his hand on my mouth a little bit too hard that my back goes back up against the stall door again, he gets close to my face and looks me dead in my eyes and says, "You weren't fast enough, maybe next time baby."
I chase after him like a dog when I get my clothes back on, he's waiting at the table for me and he's already paid.
"I hate you." Those are the first words I say to him when I walk up to him.
"You don't hate me come on." He says putting his hand on my back and leading me out of the restaurant.
Tom goes around to the passenger side of the door for me and opens the door, he waits for me patiently and then gets into the drivers side.
We get in the car and he hasn't looked at me so I broke the silence with my anger.
"What the hell was that stunt you pulled back there Tom."
"Awh what's wrong? So upset you didn't get what you wanted? If you want it so bad finish up what I started. Right here in this car, I'll watch."
I cock my head at him and he looks me up and down, "What you wanna get an attitude with me, finish. I can guide you." He motions his hand for me to get on his lap so I do.
He grabs my hand and takes our hands and puts it down the front end of my pants, he takes my hand and knows exactly where to go, he watches my face intensely as he guides me to my climax, I don't tell him it's coming I give him the sign when I let out and relieving moan. "Look at you, what a mess. Let's get you home pretty so I can help you wash up." He helps me get back into the passenger seat and drives back to the hotel.
He's smiling the entire ride home and I'm not even mad, I got what I wanted for the second time yet I wasn't absolutely drunk this time. There was no regret the first time I just wish I could've remembered better so I can remember what it feels like to be fucked by the sexiest man ever, but now I remember. Because it just happens.
I'm smiling to myself like a goon. I'm all flustered and I really do look like a mess.
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Author Note: Is this too cringe or do I need more of this, I gotta know.
