"Stop that!" you hiss, trying to make your voice sound scary. Loki smirks at you from across the table. No one can see his hand resting on your upper thigh at the pushed up edge of your skirt; his fingers teasing lightly against your cunt, in the dim light of the restaurant. The waitress comes back and you try not to look too flushed as Loki works the fabric deftly against your growing wetness. He speaks calmly as he sorts out dessert with the waitress.You little shit, you think to yourself as you try not to moan aloud.
When the waitress is out of earshot, he cups his other hand against his chin, elbow to the table and asks, "Everything okay, darling? You seem a little... distracted tonight."
You swallow, with some difficulty, and whisper, "Loki, someone's going to see."
He smirks, looking around before fixing his gaze on you, "So?"
Loki proceeds to knead your thigh, rubbing his knuckles against your cunt, and all you could do is try to remember that you're in a public place. But you have to admit, having him do this to you in secret is kind of exciting.
You look away from him, concentrating on the pattern of the tablecloth, hoping that no one notices that you're gripping the edge of the table for dear life. You try to keep your breathing even, and not resembling something like panting.
"Come with me," he says, his voice is raw with desire.
You stand but your knees feel wobbly. He grabs you by the hand and you're impressed at how well he could hide his erection. He catches the waitress's eye and mouths Be right back. She nods and Loki pulls you down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. He's looking for something and when he spots it, he drags you to the door and unlocks it with magic. He pulls you inside the backroom.
"Perfect," he groans before crashing his lips to yours. Loki's fingers tangle through your hair as he kisses you roughly. His body is hot against yours as he pushes you against the wall. He bites your bottom lip, then sucks away the sting. He pulls your head back and gives the same treatment to your throat.
Your fingers are frantic, trembling as you try to unbutton Loki's pants. Oh, so this is why he asked me to wear a skirt, you barely process. A couple of glasses of wine and adrenaline make buttons much more difficult that they have any right to be. His breath hitches as you give up on his jeans and just grab his length through the fabric.
His lips are on yours once more as his sides are skimming downs your sides. You slide your skirt up around your hips as Loki finally frees his cock. Even in the dim light of the room, you could see that Loki's eyes are dark with lust before moving himself into position.
Loki looks straight into your eyes as he pushes the thin fabric that is your underwear aside and slides the head of his cock up and down your slick cunt.
"Damn it, Loki! Just fuck me already!" He pulls your leg up and against him, forearm under your knee. You've got your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself and you push your shoulder back against the wall.
Height differences always make this a little bit awkward, but the fact that he got to bend his knees to put himself at the right level gives him enough leverage to take you off of the floor when he finally thrusts up to you. Loki, being the smart man that he is, covers your mouth with his free hand at the same moment.
You feel a fine tremble thrumming through his body as he tries not to move, letting you adjust to his thickness. You bite at Loki's fingers, but he doesn't move his hand and just like that, he's thrusting into you so hard that you can feel the wall give in and recoil behind you with every thrust.
"You feel so good, darling. I've wanted to do this all day," he says in a low whisper and you could hear the roughness in his voice. He dips his head to your shoulder, marking you as his, and you whimper against his hand.
"I'm going to move my hand, but you've got to keep quiet, darling." You nod and he moves his hand, replacing it with his lips.
You moan into his mouth as he wraps his now – free arm around you to hold you steady as he quickens his pace. Your breaths are shallow and choked as you move together in the small space.
Loki feels your body tense and before you have a chance to make a sound, his hand is back over your mouth. You moan, but it's lost against his skin. He presses up into you, grinding and circling his hips as your cunt clenches around his cock. You feel waves of pleasure washing over you as he continues to thrust into you.
When it's passed, Loki moves his hand to let you breathe and gives a few more deep thrusts against you before his cock stiffens and his body arches. You return the favor by putting your hand over his mouth to catch the string of nonsense and profanities that would've otherwise escaped. His eyes are dark as his cock twitches and you feel his hot seed filling you.
When it's done, you move your hand away and he releases you to stand, leaning heavily against you and trapping you tight against the wall. Your foreheads touch as you both pant and attempt to get your breathing back to normal, both shaking from exertion.
The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air and you hear people pass by in the hallway on their way back to their table from the bathroom. You idly wonder if they heard anything when they were going in the other direction. You turn your head to press a soft kiss to his neck just below his ear before whispering, "I need to go get cleaned up."
Loki nods his head a little before kissing you on the lips and meeting your eyes. He smiles at you, the kind of smile you haven't seen in a while. A genuine blissed out smile that could light up a room, but in a flash, it disappears into his trademark smirk as he whispers, "Ready for dessert?"
