Moriarty's Touch

Under the table

I knew from the moment I first saw him all those months ago he was my weakness.
His dark brown hair, the way he dresses, the way his eyes hid something that I couldn't place.
Even after months of dating there was something I couldn't grasp. I know it's not cheating or like anything that remotely bad, there's just something off. The thought drifts in my mind every now and then, but I'm so encapsulated by him that nothing matters.
Still, I wanted to know what he was hiding.
I wanted to to know so bad, I'd do anything.
"Y/n what are you thinking about?" His dark eyes, glint with hints of amber. Drawing me in more.
I swallow my food.
"You" I say smiling.
The white table cloth is the only thing separating me from Jim. I think about pushing all the plates to the floor and clawing off his suit right there just to feel him.
But, instead I twist my fork into the spaghetti and prep another bite.
His rich accent breaks the pleasant silence.
"Me? You aren't falling in love are you?"
Fuck he's got me.
"Never. You think I'd say it first? I thought you knew me better Moriarty."
"Brat" he whispers back.
I slurp up my spaghetti, chug my wine, then seductively bat my eyes at him.
" If you want to fuck me that bad just say it."
"You know I do". He presses his lips and sits back in his chair. Watching me. Just reading me. His Westwood fitting him perfectly.
"What's stopping you?" I hiss.
He points to the nearly empty restaurant. We are placed in the corner by the window, it's late but the hue of lights make it seem earlier than it is.
There's an older couples few tables down, a small group of girls across the restaurant celebrating something and us.
"Thank you for dinner."
"You're welcome love."
Pause.
"I'm going to suck your dick now."
"Y/N don't play with me, the waiter is coming for our check."
"You just look so good in your tight Westwood, and I miss it". I say licking my lips. I cannot contain my self.
I slide a fork off the table.
"Y/n don't you dare" he growls half smiling.
It clatters on the floor. Nobody looks at us.
I scoot my foot out from beneath my chair and use the heel to nudge it under the table.
"Y/n, you are playing a dangerous game. Don't start something you can't finish."
" Oh, you'll finish."
I scoot my chair back, check for the waiter then duck under the table. The table cloth covers me perfectly hiding the sinful actions I'm about to commit.
But I want him. I want him now.
His legs nervously twitch as I unzip his trousers.
"Y/n I swear ...." His sentence trails off as his dick sits erect in my hand. Pulsating for me in anticipation. His hand joins the side of my jaw, holding me. The other hand puts his napkin over his thighs just in case.
I start.
I'm so quiet, taking it all. But he feels so good.
All I can think about his how much I want him and only him. I'd risk getting caught like this, he'll just bail me out anyways.
"Stay there. Dont fucking move." He presses my head down, holding his cock inside my throat. Choking me.
"Your check Sir."
The polished shoes glint next to my knees.
I don't think I can hold this much longer I'm going to cough or worse all over him. I need this waiter to leave.
"Luca said it was on the house." Moriarty cooly says back.
I'm choking my god please fucking leave.
" I'm sorry sir, but -"
"Brad is it?"
"Yes sir."
Fuckin hell.
" Luca knows it on the house. And if it's not tell him I know what is on his hard drive."
"Uh sir?" The waiter shifts his weight.
Tears start ebbing in the corners of my eyes. I blink trying to stop them but I can't I'm choking.
If there is a god, please make him leave.
"Brad, I' m going to call you Brad, I also know what's on your search history. And trust me no Asian woman would come near you with a ten foot pole."
Stammering the waiter mumbles, " it's on the house. Have a nice night Mr.Moriarty. I'm sorry for the confusion. It won't happen again."
The waiter walks away finally letting me unhinge my jaw and let my self finally breathe a deep breath of air.
"You alright down there my sweet? You find that fork?"
I can hear Moriarty smile as he jokes. So I grab his now dripping-with-spit wet cock and start rubbing it, hearing that smile turn to a small groan.
His hand caresses my hair sweetly as my mouth joins my hand aiding in pleasuring him.
His perfect dick tastes so good and I want to see how much I can swallow. So I go deeper. I go sloppier. I don't care if anyone hears. I want to swallow all of him.
I like knowing it's in public and and all I can think about is him fucking me.
Him pressing me up against a wall and lifting up my dress, moving my panties to the side.
His dick is getting harder.
"Y/n...." His voice is unsteady which means he's close.
I think about giving him my panties earlier in the dinner, how they are sitting wet in his pocket.
I melt under his touch as his fingers trace my wet lips as I fit his dick in me.
I crave him.
I suck harder.
His dick is pulsating more, he's close.
When I close my eyes to go deeper, I see him fucking me. Holding my hair as he fills me up. Slapping my ass.
Taking his load wherever.
I know he's a rough man. I know it. But with me he's so kind and asks for my safety before anything. I trust him with my life.
I want him forever
Twitching in my hands as he tries to as quiet as he can, he whispers so only I can hear, "ugh, y/n I'm-I'm.."
His warmth fills my mouth as I swallow it all, not missing any of it.
After getting it all, I kiss his tip, and carefully maneuver myself out from under the table.
After getting myself straight I look at him.
His flushed face is in his hands.
I smile to myself knowing what I just did. The excitement of it all.
He uncovers his hands and bites his lip.
"I cannot believe you." His accent wavers, but I know he's proud of me.
"I'm going go fuck you so hard when we get back. Get your bag we're leaving."
"Is that a threat?" I say.
"A promise" he retorts back.
He winks at me then straightens his suit.
It's time to leave he motions.
I get up and straighten my dress and start to walk in front of him.
I still want to know what he's hiding.
I need him to confess. For him to atone. I need everything he has on Sherlock.
Because although I yearn for Moriarty, I love Sherlock more and have to save him.

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Hey it's been years huh!
When I started writing this I was 16, I'm 22 now and can see how my writing has changed. First off I've had sex LOL. Next I'm using more story building I think then just straight up filth. I gotta build that.
Hopefully this story starts something in me and hopefully everyone encourages me to write more. Because I will if you want!
Missed you 💗