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F.M.B.

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

before I answered. "Only you." "And why is that again?" "Because I'm yours." "And what can I do to you?" I exhaled noisily. "Anything. Everything." "And how will you take it?" "Gratefully. Willingly." My voice cracked. "Like a whore." His grin widened. I'd clearly passed the test. "What if I allowed you some say in proceedings? What would you have us do?" The barman delivered our drinks, accepting the twenty slid across the bar with a curt nod. I played with the paper umbrella before folding it so I could access the cherries, swirling them in the red liquid, eyeing my date. I couldn't very well say what had flashed through my mind: to hop off the bar stool, unzip him, blow him to full hardness, then climb onto his lap right there and sink his length inside me. Sometimes, my urges were so damned inappropriate. Instead I went with: "Eat. Dance. Fuck." My frankness caught his attention and he seemed to notice me properly for the first time, casting an appreciative eye over my attire. His gaze lingered on my exposed neckline as if I were the last non-vampire on Earth. "You look good enough to eat." "I sincerely hope so." "You wearing what we discussed?" I nodded, took a sip and felt the alcohol warm my throat followed by the tart rush of cranberry juice. He continued: "How does it make you feel?" "Naughty." "And?" I fixed him a sultry gaze, brought the cocktail stick to my mouth and slowly drew a cherry between my lips, casting my eyes to his crotch as the fruit split against ... my teeth. It pleased me that there was motion beneath the material. Sometimes clichés are born because they simply work. Leaning in a little and lowering my voice I breathed, "Wet." He licked his lips. "Show me." Checking over my shoulder to make sure we weren’t being overlooked, I swung my legs from under the bar to face him. The air crackled between us as I slowly parted them, revealing my sticky insides to his obvious appreciation. I didn't allow him to linger on the vista, a real-life snapchat, leaving him wanting more while I returned to swirling a cocktail stick in my drink. As I brought the remaining cherry to my lips, he darted for me and grabbed my wrist. "Feed it to me." I turned the stick in his direction, but he shook his head. "Wetter than that." His hazel eyes sliding all the way down over my curves to rest at the base of my dress left no doubt over what he expected. Heart hammering in my chest, keeping my eyes on his I drew the cherry between my teeth from the cocktail stick, deliberately slowly, letting the wooden spear fall to the bar. With a measured movement to enhance the lewdness I turned my body to face him again and prised my legs apart. Fetching the cherry from my mouth I first kissed it and then watched him track its path south until he was staring right at my core. Being wanted was insanely hot. As I glided the fruit ever closer to my entrance, his eyes widened until I thought he’d burst with excitement. I controlled the flinch as the cherry made ...