Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(5)

“How are you holding up, baby girl?”

“Um,” she laughs, fidgeting in her seat and trying hard to focus on the menu. The blush is isolated mainly to her cheeks now, making her grey eyes sparkle. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. “It feels strange to be this wet in public,” she whispers, her eyes flitting to me and back to the menu.

“Are you embarrassed?” I ask, smiling over at her and pushing the menu onto the table. “Look at me, Holly.”

She looks up at me, her cheeks burning a bright red.

“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s different doing this in public instead of the privacy of the bedroom.”

“Smart mouth. That’s two,” I tell her. “But you forget, I’ve made you come many times in the bar’s bathroom. That’s public.”

She narrows her eyes at the second count. She really doesn’t want the punishment I have planned for when we get home, and I don’t blame her. And even though I get a thrill from the control of denying her what she wants, there’s nothing that would please me more than to sink my full hard length inside of her sweet little pussy that I know is dripping for me.

“It’s not out in the open, though,” she counters, moving her attention back to the menu.

The waiter comes back with our champagne on ice and two glasses. He pops the cork and fills our glasses before getting the rest of our order. Once he’s out of sight, I open my phone, starting the toy’s vibration up again.

She moans, and her head falls back. Her eyebrows are scrunched together in frustration or pleasure, I can’t tell. Probably a bit of both. But I watch her as I make patterns on the screen, watching to see which ones seem to get the best reactions.

When I can tell she’s close, right on the verge of coming, I take my finger off the screen. The vibrations immediately die, and she looks at me like she wants to slap me. I kind of wish she would. My dick definitely wishes she would. It would give me an excuse to paint her ass red with a crop later on. Or a belt. I wonder if she could handle that, a belt painting bright red stripes across that soft flesh there.

I groan at the thought.

I would lick and kiss each one to soothe them before diving between her thighs, tasting the arousal that has been building all night. I just know the second I sucked her clit into my mouth she would scream out for me, coming all over my face as I lapped her up.

“Jesus Christ,” she says, bringing me out of my daydream. I adjust myself. My cock is straining painfully against the zipper of my pants. “You couldn’t let me have that one?” she asks, her hand on her chest as she tries to get her breathing under control.

“Not yet, princess.” I lean over and kiss her gently on the mouth. “We have to get you right on the edge, needy and begging me for it. Because I want you to come for me when our waiter is here to witness it.” My hand slides beneath her dress, and fuck if she isn’t drenched beneath those lacy panties of hers.

I run the tip of my finger through her slit, circling her clit as she gasps and grips my hand, trying to make me stop or hold me against her. Her fingernails dig into my wrist, making my dick twitch against the tight fabric of my boxers.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know,” she tells me, opening her eyes and staring into my own. Her pupils are blown wide, and I’m sure mine match. I drink her in and run my free hand through the waves in her hair as I continue to circle her clit.

“We’ll go down together, then.” I smile down at her and kiss her gently on the lips as my hand pulls free from between her legs. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her before bringing my finger to my mouth and making a show of licking her arousal from my finger.

Her eyes drop to my mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she bites down on that full lower lip. And just as I’m about to go in for a kiss, the waiter comes around with our appetizers. I slowly pull away from her, but she jumps about ten feet in the air. I chuckle and thank him.

When he’s out of sight, I give her a kiss, letting my tongue swipe over hers, giving her a taste of how fucking sweet she is. I pull away and run my thumb under her lower lip, where I’ve smeared some of her lipstick.

“Eat,” I tell her.





I can barely focus on the food and how fucking amazing it is because Nick keeps revving up that little toy inside of me like it’s his job to drive me insane with lust. I feel like I’m sitting in a puddle I’m so wet. Every time I get close enough to finish, he pulls his finger from his phone and it stops, leaving me desperate for it.

Every time I groan in disappointment, the little knowing smirk pops back on his mouth, showing off his dimples and making me want to slap them off his face. He’s up to the count of five already for my punishment later. But as we finish our food, he turns that fucker back on, making the vibrations go as high as they can.

And when the waiter comes back into view, Nick moves his phone to his lap but doesn’t let me take a breather. He continues to keep it on high, making me bite the inside of my mouth until I taste blood. I’ve never been quiet in the bedroom, and this is fucking torture.

I feel the orgasm building as he makes polite conversation with our waiter. Warmth starts to spread through my belly and sends tingles down my spine. I’m so close, if he lets me finish right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.