Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (13 page)

Deven decided to take Charli out for dinner so neither of them had to cook and he could get to know her better. He knew some basic facts about her, especially about her body and her reaction to him. But the chemistry had to lead somewhere. There had to be a reason for it. No other woman affected him like she did. He wanted to take her somewhere fun, a place she could enjoy, both it and him. It needed to be private and slightly exotic. Thinking as he drove, he decided to take her to a fondue shop. It was something interactive, and the one he had in mind did have small private dining rooms. They drove back into New Hanover County toward his house.

“Would you enjoy fondue tonight?”

“Can we go as we are?” Charli asked, her voice sounded spent.

“Sure can.” They weren’t terribly disheveled, but the rush was burning off, and they looked a little... smashed. They both wore idiotic grins and flushed faces, not to mention the matter of his hard-on, which hadn’t gone down since Charli came for him in the sky. Deven opted to call Melted and Poured to get a seat. Luckily, there was a table available in one of the small private dining rooms. He reserved it, and they drove to the outskirts of town. They walked in and were escorted to the dining area with no wait.

Deven saw that Charli enjoyed the ambiance of the hidden eatery. He watched her cast appreciative glances at the decorative touches and furnishings.
 
It was nothing new to him, but he hadn’t stopped to take a good look at the place on any of the occasions that he had dined in. The main dining room was butter yellow and each table was topped with a daisy floral arrangement. The walkthrough was quick, and soon they were in the small dining area. It was an intimate space, nut-brown walls, large photos of random people, places, and things. There was a window in the space, but it was covered with heavy satin curtains, shiny and copper as a new penny. The manager walked in the room just after they were seated.

“Hello, Mr. Moreland, we have several wines available for you to try this evening. One is a Moet, we also a have a great bottle of Dom, and a new local winery bottle of pinot noir. Which would you like to try?”

“Bring the Dom please and wrap the local winery bottle for me to go.” Deven’s response was swift and took barely any thought on his part whatsoever. The manager walked out and back with the wine in less than three minutes. Deven tasted the vintage and, finding it suitable, accepted two flutes, and the remaining was stashed in a silver ice bucket. He didn’t ask Charli what her preferences were, just placed an order for the special.

“What’s the special?” Charli asked, her tone curious as to what they were about to eat.

“It’s just a sampler, so we can have some of everything. Usually that means a couple of fondue options, followed by a surf and turf. The dessert is usually a mix of things and a chocolate pot.”

“Mmm, sounds good.” Deven could tell that she was hungry. He could practically hear her salivate.

The food showed up less than ten minutes after the order was placed. The cheese was delicious and Deven watched Charli fill up on appetizers of different vegetables and bread rounds on platters. By the time they took the large pot of melted cheese away, her face looked sad as if she didn’t want to give the fondue back. When the next course was served, her eyes widened when she saw stacks of skewered meats, shish kebabs. They were packed tight, with beef and shrimp. A sautéed mixed green was served on the side with new potatoes. She seemed to love the meal and moaned aloud about how the flavors burst on her tongue, a series of eastern seasonings all rich in smell. He’d never seen a woman that could eat so much and be so small.

He decided to be generous and wait to tease her. Just long enough for her to eat that is. When the dinner service was removed and the dessert brought to them, Deven brought the almost forgotten vibrator inside her back to life. His eyes lowered to her biting the bottom lip then to the nipples pouting through her T-shirt. Her jaw clenched and he saw she hoped to keep her pleasure silent. But even with her hard work, she made a sound deep in her chest. The gasp was muted, but with the silence of the servers and lack of conversation, the groan was apparent. Deven smiled at her and offered her more wine. She shook her head and looked him in the eye as if needing him to see what he was doing to her.

Deven saw it all right, and knew she was desperate for him. He was dying to get inside of her as well, wanted more than anything to take her here and now. The only question he had left was to whether he would take her here or in the small bathroom adjoining the room. But the more he looked at her glazed eyes, the more impatient he felt. He drowned in her eyes watching her. She was so close, just a hair’s breadth from coming. He could taste it, the desperate way she tried to contain herself, her clenching fists, the lip she nibbled and bit. The best thing about the view was how close she was to screaming. He could hear her breathing change for him, heavy panting letting him know her control was shot. The server left, and Dev estimated they had fifteen minutes before they returned with his tab.

He opted for the expedient move, taking her now. Deven slid under the table, deciding to have a taste of her first. He slid her jeans down her legs to the ankles, trapping her wide open, with splayed knees. When she was positioned to his liking he grabbed her thong panties and ripped them off her hips. Pulling her to the seat’s edge, he clutched her thighs, lowering his mouth to her wet, gushing labia. She was drenched, and Deven gave her sensitive sex-lips a hot, sucking kiss. He used one hand to give her two, thick, callused fingers inside her sugar-walled sheath. The other arm he used to wrap around her hips. His fingers butted the vibrating bullet inside her as he pressed against her sensitive G-spot, pulsing fingertips against her sweetness.

Deven heard the gasp of breath and made his move, diving in the lips spread wide for him. His mouth devoured her, licking up every drop she released. He sucked her clit, needing more of her taste, wanting her to secrete more juice for his waiting lips. She reminded him of the clean taste of lemon and some unknown spice. Using his flattened tongue, he gathered her taste on each bud, wanting to identify the spice on his lips. He heard her coming before his fingers were crushed under the constricting muscles of her dripping snatch.

Deven wanted to take a moment, to let her come down some before he gave her some cock. But there was no time, and he reluctantly pulled his face from her dripping pussy. He pushed her chair back and climbed from under the table. He tugged her from out of her seat, her eyes were still dazed from her orgasm, unfocused and glazed. He whipped his cock out of the front of his jeans and sheathed himself with a condom. Moments after her was done, he seated the soft willing woman on his hardness. He just gave her an inch or so at first, working himself in with tiny digs of his hips. The clasping mouth of Charli’s sex ate him, bit by bit, and once he was fully inside, he ground against her. He could feel her shaking, hips jerking. Her pussy was sucking the life from him, stealing his will and patience. He knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer, but needed to feel her come once more before he let go.

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When Deven initially turned the bullet on Charli couldn’t speak, was afraid to. The toy she wore was working well. Too well, and if she opened her mouth... The thought was too hard to contemplate, as the oh-so-familiar burn attacked her. The vibrations tantalized her and the buzz of the deviously used device shot sparks through her that touched her needy womb. The servers were still in the room at first and with the peak extraordinarily close, she refused to give in to the agonizing screams that beat at her throat. She looked him in the eye and wanted him to see how he devastated her even at a distance.
  

The fragrance from the platter combined with the sensual delights inflicted upon her and melted through bone deep. Every sense she owned was exploited for her pleasure, and when the waitstaff made their polite exit Deven’s face was granite and pensive. The look made her walls quicken with longing and left her thinking that he didn’t know what he wanted to do with her next. The thought made her apprehensive. What more could he do to her before the staff returned?

The burning query was answered when he flipped the tablecloth up and disappeared beneath the heavy fabric. He rose before her and unsnapped the jeans she wore, no aid from her needed. Her pants and underclothes were left to sag over the shoes and his fingers entered her, following the path the egg-shaped toy carved through her pussy.

Charli could feel Deven’s fingers spearing her, tickling her G-spot. She didn’t know if it was possible to keep her composure. Even with the servers gone, she knew they were moments away. If she were too vocal with her satisfaction, she would be caught. The thought of being seen by another person had never enticed Charli before. She wasn’t sure if it did now, but she was growing wetter by the second at the risqué concept. Each breath drawn grew louder, until she was gasping for every oxygenated molecule inhaled. Deven had shifted slightly, and now she could feel the stubble on his face couple with heated breathing on her inner thighs. He licked her, and her breath stuttered. Her heart hesitated. She barely kept the moan at bay.

Charli could only cling to Deven as she didn’t know what was up or down. Deven ate her with such precision the only thing she was capable of was hanging on by a thin thread. Her sanity was slipping, reality blurring under her fluttering eyelids. Unable to keep silent any longer, she groaned then keened a high-pitched wail. She begged him to stop then not to stop. At this point she really didn’t know what she wanted, just knew she wanted him inside her.

Charli was whipped, the last orgasm taking her breath away. She could feel Deven’s dick working her out and knew he was determined to make her take another. Her mind told her she couldn’t, not so soon, but her body said something else. She could only hold on, the sensations were buffeting her, throwing her. His dick was too thick to take so fast and she felt the tender bite of his cock as he devastated her pussy. But she loved it, wanted more of it.

Charli leaned into Deven, who had one hand at her waist, the other cupping her breast beneath her T-shirt. Her head propped upright by his chest, she swiveled her hips, begging for more.

“Please, Deven,” Charli cried out, each gasp of air a lifeline holding her body and soul together.

Deven complied, grinding her close then lifting her up and dropping her back on his erection. She was ready and willing to give all of herself in this moment, and he took everything her body could provide. The room grew steamy, and she easily scented wet sex permeating the tiny room. Deven came first and the sensation of jetting seed brought her over, right on his heels. Charli felt each burst of his seed, and reveled in his marking her womb. She could only hold on, lingering in the aftershocks that carried them both back to reality. Her worn out pussy milked him with her orgasm until the short bursts stilled.

He was a pro at public sex. Charli didn’t know how he managed it, but when the manager returned to settle the check she was fully clothed. His pants were re-fastened and the condom vanished into thin air. The only clues able to speak of their wickedly naughty activities were the lingering scent of orgasms, the new seating arrangement and the pleasured looks spanning the chasm of table between them.

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After they both came Deven was light-headed and didn’t know what was up or down. But as bad off as he was, Charli looked worse. Her hair was sweaty, face a bright-burgundy flush. Her chest lifted and collapsed with each panting breath she took in. All he knew was that he adored the wrung-out look on her and it made him want to lick her sweaty chocolate skin clean from head to toe. But if he was correct, the servers would be back momentarily to remove the untouched service.

Pulling Charli off his soft cock, he took a deep breath and pulled her pants up. Her torn panties and vibrator went in one of his pockets. He stood and pulled the sodden rubber off, tying it and wrapping it in a napkin, tossing the bundle in the trash. His pants were over his hips, and the manager walked in just as he finished zipping his jeans. They had changed positions with Charli now in his seat, and the manager looked askance as she walked in. Deven saw her nose twitch at the musky scent of them saturating the room. However, the woman was nothing but professional and offered to plate the untouched dessert to go. Deven accepted her offering and paid the bill with his card, signing a hefty tip in the same amount as the tab for her silence.

The pair left the restaurant, sated in every way possible.

Chapter Seven:

Sex and Crepes for Breakfast

Deven was awake before the sun rose, feeling content and like he’d had the single best night’s sleep in his life. He didn’t move as there was ample time to enjoy the resting bundle in his arms. She was beautiful, even after a night of hard sleep. Her shirt was creased in the same pattern that marred her lax jaw line, plus her hair was tossed. In all of his years, Deven had never dated a woman with less hair than he had. But somehow the short locks framed her face to perfection and the look had grown on him.