Hungry For More(7)
She’s smiling at me as she tucks her hair behind her ear and moves a bit closer. It’s then I feel Sage’s hand on my wrist and she’s trying to push my hand away.
“Rare,” I say, and when I go to look at Sage, the waitress interrupts me again.
“Would you like that Oscar-style? Or maybe with some garlic butter? It makes it extra juicy.” The waitress gives me a wink, but I have no fucking clue why.
“No,” I answer quickly as I feel Sage’s nails score the skin on my hand. The feeling goes straight to my dick as I think about how those nails would feel on my back.
When I turn back to her, I can see her narrow her eyes at me before she looks up at the waitress. Don’t tell me that the fucking goddess next to me is jealous. There’s not a woman on earth that could keep my attention from her, and I emphasize that by sliding my hand all the way up and against her pussy. The waitress asks me another question, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as I answer her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Brian talking on his cell phone and not paying us any attention. Then when I feel the waitress walk away, I cup Sage’s panty-covered pussy with my whole hand and lean in close to her.
“I’ll have dessert at home,” I say, and I’m rewarded when she makes a small whine in the back of her throat.
“They didn’t have any dessert you liked on the menu?” Brian asks as he gets off the phone and places it in front of him on the table.
I lean back in my chair coolly but don’t take my hand off of Sage’s hot pussy. “I think I want to try Sage’s cookie.” I press my fingers against the wet spot on her panties and I have to fight a smile as she leans forward with her elbows on the table to brace herself.
“She’s such a great cook,” he says as he smiles at his sister. “You should try her pies. They’re even better.”
“Oh, I intend to sample all of her pie.” This time I can’t help beaming at her as she puts her hands over her face to cover her reaction to me.
“Sorry, Sage. I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Brian says, looking at her funny.
“Yeah, um. I know. Sorry, what?” She sits up straight and I ease the pressure on her clit as I gently drag my pinky over the seam of her lips. I can make out every curve of her because of how wet she is.
“Jeez, sis, you’re a space cadet today.” Brian grabs his phone when a text message pops up, and Sage lets out a sigh of relief.
“Feeling overwhelmed?” I’m smug as I graze against the damp material with the lightest of touches.
When she turns her head to me her eyes are hooded with need, but I can tell she’s annoyed. Why does having the tables turned feel so fucking good?
“I’m fine,” she says as she clears her throat and licks her lips. “I’m sure whatever it is that’s come over me will be gone soon. Or at least over pretty quickly.”
Her words cut right through my triumph as the power is shifted back to her corner of the room. I want to take my hand away from her warmth, but she’s called my bluff, so I remain exactly where I am.
“So,” Brian says, ignoring the battle the two of us are having on our side of the table. He puts his phone down and levels me with a stare. For a second, I think he’s going to call me out for having my hand up his sister’s dress and playing with her pussy, but he doesn’t. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know I’ve had a hard time convincing you to come.”
“I’m sure he’s a busy man,” Sage says as she straightens up in her seat and tries to scoot away from my touch. “Don’t be too hard on him, Brian. I’m sure Jensen has a lot of options.”
I turn my eyes on her, but she won’t look at me. She’s smiling softly and I wonder if she has a lot of options. Brian said she wasn’t dating anyone, but even if she was there’s no ring on her finger. She’s fair game and it’s hunting season.
“You’re wrong,” I say, and finally she gives me those hazel eyes. “I don’t have anyone.” I pretend to drop my fork on the floor between us, and then I lean down and pull her dress up to reveal her smooth thigh. I brush my lips across the exposed skin for the briefest second before I grab my fork and sit up.
I place it on the edge of the table and a server comes by to bring me another. The young guy also drops off some bread that I offer to Sage. We all have some and Brian seems in good spirits.
“Well, you’ve got us for the whole weekend,” he says as he tips his glass to me.
“That’s a promise,” I say as I pat her leg gently then pull the material of her dress back down to cover her up. I put my elbows on the table and steeple my fingers in front of my mouth so that I can smell her pussy on them. I see her out of the corner of my eye watching me with an open mouth as I make a show of inhaling and closing my eyes. Goddamn her and that pussy. Every fucking inch of her is driving me to combustion.
Brian makes some more small talk, but the only thing I can concentrate on is the throb between my legs. Every time Sage opens her mouth or smiles at something he’s saying, it pulses with need. I’m dripping against my thigh and making a mess of myself as my cum calls for her. This is a hunger like I’ve never had and there’s not enough meat in this restaurant to satisfy me.
“How is everyone doing?” the waitress asks, but she only looks at me.