Capture Me

Chapter Sixteen

AN: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE!!! SENIOR YEAR OF COLLEGE IS REALLY BUSY AHHH. enjoy ;)

I took a big sip of my glass of wine in hopes that it would calm me down. It didn't.

We both started eating the bread that had been brought out. "I'm hoping that I'll be back by dinner time and we can go out to dinner. Does that sound good?"

"Yea," I smiled.

"I'll leave you some money to go shopping with if you decide to leave the hotel room." He smiled and took my hand. "Text me if you do decide to leave and take the bodyguards with you."

"I will," I said as I took a bite of the bread. Zayn's phone started ringing and he looked at it with a frown.

"Do you mind if I take this?" he asked and I shook my head. He answered it and started speaking in Arabic. As usual, I had no clue what he was saying so I decided to have some more bread. Zayn sounded so sexy as he spoke about God knows what. I bit my lip as a wave of pleasure hit my core. Those damn balls were really messing with me.

I reached down and took one of my shoes off and slowly started tracing my foot up his calf. His eyes flicked up to me but he quickly went back to staring into the distance as he spoke. I moved my foot up his thigh and felt him readjust his body. He was staring me down now.

I smiled when moved my foot over his crotch and felt his hard length. I started moving my foot up and down slowly. He definitely had a full erection and I couldn't imagine how painful it must feel to have it pushed down. He leaned back to his crotch was closer to me and he was watching my foot touch him. He didn't have a foot fetish but any touch would have made him hard at this point.

He reached down and pushed my foot away but I was surprised when he unzipped his pants and pulled them down slightly. I could see the outline of his length in his boxers and I whimpered as the balls moved inside of me. I moved my foot back up and felt the warm of his length against my foot. His Arabic was beginning to falter now and he was pausing every few words.

To my surprise, he reached down a few seconds later and pulled his boxers down. His c.ock sprung forward and stood straight in the air. I couldn't believe what he was doing and I was so turned on at the same time. My jaw dropped as he started stroking himself in the restaurant while staring directly at me. My heart raced as I watched his hand squeeze and pumped just the way he liked it.

His hips thrusted softly every second to mimic him f.ucking me. I was salivating as I stared at him and pleasure was coursing through me. Precum rested on his tip as he started to thrust faster. He hung up the phone and continued looking at me.

"You like this, baby?" He groaned and I nodded. "You're being very naughty today."

A second later the curtain ruffled and I have never seen Zayn move faster. He moved his body so he was pressed right against the table and the table cloth and table covered his unbuttoned pants and manhood. Our waitress came in with our food and set them on the table.

I quickly reached under the table and felt Zayn's smooth length. The waitress continued talking to Zayn as I started pumping underneath the table. Luckily, our table was so small that nothing seemed out of place. I ran my thumb over the tip and he cleared his throat before saying something that made her leave. Once the curtain was shut again, Zayn pulled back and buttoned himself up.

"Get over here," He said sternly and my eyes widened. I stood up and walked over to him. Pleasure was still running through me. "Bend over my knees." I gave him a look. "Do it." I got to my knees and laid my stomach on top of his thighs.

Immediately he lifted my dress up so my bum was exposed. "Have you been a good girl?" Zayn asked. His hand slowly massaging my bum.

"No, I've been naughty," I said softly.