The Jock Neighbor

Chapter 22

Briar's POV

The waitress comes back a few moments later with our drinks and some water just in case. I smile at her softly before giving her my thanks to which she responds with a polite nod.

"Are you both ready to order, or do you need some more time?" Bailey looks between the both of us as Luke and I exchange a glance.

"No I think we're ready." A smile easily slides on my face as I address her.

"Perfect, what can I get started for you?" She flips open her notepad before looking towards me first.

"Could I please get the Italian Lasagna?" I ask, folding my menu in front of me.

"Of course, and for you, sir?" She turns towards Luke, waiting for his order.

"I would like the steak, medium rare. Is it possible to sauté the vegetables that come on the side?" He speaks so formally and eloquently. I didn't even know he knew so much cooking lingo.

"Of course, sir. Can I get anything else for you guys?" I pack up our menu before gently handing them to her.

"No I think this is perfect, thank you." My smile never leaves my face.

"Of course, miss. I will be back with your food shortly." With that she bows softly before excusing herself.

I turn towards Luke, watching as he does the same to me. "I'm surprised you didn't play with me again while she was here."

Luke nods his head as he listens. "Well, you said if I did, I wouldn't be getting any tonight which would make our bet null and void, don't you think?" His eyebrow quirks.

"I'm surprised you thought that far ahead. I thought it was just because you were desperate to have me wrapped around your strong... hot cock." I draw out the last few words as I play with the necklace around my neck.

Luke licks his lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he draws his tongue back into his mouth. I watch the action, bitting my bottom lip, wishing he was doing it to me instead of to his own. "It seems like you're the one who wants it more, love."

The rustic husk of his voice glides over my body, caressing each intimate part making my nipples point at attention. Luke's eyes catch the movement making the color in his hues darken. The muscle in his jaw ticks to the tune of a ticking time bomb.

"You're the one who's overcome when my body reacts. Seems the pot is calling the kettle black." I lean back in my chair with ease, completely unbothered knowing that I'm going to win.

Luke's eyes spark in indignation until I feel a sudden, strong vibration against my clit. Shit, I forgot he had that. My easy demeanor falters as I start to crumble, each buzz pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I catch a glimpse of Luke who seems to be pleased with himself as he watches me unravel.

If he's going to take pride in this, let's make him suffer just as much as I am. I let myself feel each vibration, each pull towards the knot in my stomach. I let out a soft, breathy moan, only loud enough for him to hear. I watch as his smug expression slips off his face, clearly becoming affected by the noises from me and the way my body his reacting.

I build off of it by arching my back softly to draw attention to my breasts, crossing my legs so the dress slips up ever so slightly. I grip the arm rests tightly with my hands, leaning my head back so my neck flexes in exertion.

I can feel Luke getting sexually frustrated which makes me smirk. In response, he starts to fluctuate the speed, pulling me between a state of overstimulation and barely tantalized. I start to breathe heavily as he pulls me right to the edge before ripping what I want away from me.