Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(23)

“How you doing, Hacker?” he chuckles.

“This isn’t funny, Shane. I need to get these things out of me.”

“Not yet,” he says as he slides his hand between my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I clamp my thighs together. “We’re in the middle of a restaurant.”

“Open,” he narrows his eyes at me.

“But someone might see,” I gasp as tiny waves of pleasure keep rolling over my body.

“Do not make me ask a second time, Jessie!” he warns.

Like the obedient, dripping mess that I am, I spread my thighs apart slightly, allowing him access to my pussy. He takes hold of the silicone cord.

“What are you doing?” I ask again. Surely he’s not going to pull them out here at the table? I was planning on going to the ladies’ room.

“Just a little adjustment,” he flashes his eyebrows at me as he pushes the balls deeper inside, while twisting them slightly and the jolt of pleasure rockets through my pussy, releasing a rush of wet heat.

“Shane!” I hiss as I hold onto his forearm, digging my nails into his suit jacket. “You’re not helping.”

“Breathe, Jessie,” he soothes in my ear. “You’ll be okay now we’re sitting down.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes and he pulls his hand from beneath my dress. “Hey,” he says and I blink and look at him. “Better now?”

“Yes. A little,” I nod my head as the heat starts to subside.

“Dammit, Hacker,” he laughs and shakes his head.

“What’s so funny?”

“If I had known those things would have you all worked up like this, I’d have used them on you long before now.”

I’m just about to reprimand him when the waiter comes over to take our drinks order. I press my lips and my thighs together as Shane discusses the wine menu and focus on my breathing. By the time the waiter walks away, I feel much more in control.





Chapter 13





Shane





I finish the last bite of my steak and lean back against the bench while Jessie finishes her pasta. Seeing her almost ready to come at the table earlier made me as hard as fucking stone, but it was so much fun watching her squirm. I picked up those balls as an afterthought, thinking they’d be an added element of fun for our evening. I’d had no idea they’d turn her into a trembling mess. I swear I could have kissed that spot on her neck earlier and she’d have come apart at the table. I had considered it too, but making her come would have meant I’d have had to take her out of here and fuck her, and I was hungry. Besides, I had promised her dinner and I always deliver on my promises.

She seemed to have calmed down while we were eating and I figure she’s getting used to the sensation of those things rolling around in her pussy. Now that we have almost finished dinner, they won’t be staying in there much longer, because I can’t wait to get inside her sweet little cunt myself. My cock is twitching in my pants at the thought.

Jessie puts her silverware onto the table and pushes her plate away. “I’m done. If I eat any more I won’t be able to move,” she declares.

“You want dessert?” I ask.

“Nope,” she shakes her head. “Not in this dress,” she laughs as she rubs a hand over her stomach. “You?”

“No. Nothing from this menu, anyway.”

“Oh?’ she purrs as she turns to me brushing her hand over my thigh. “And where is your dessert menu then, Mr. Ryan?”

I lean closer to her, brushing my lips over her ear. Damn! She smells so fucking good. Sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever tasted. “You already know that my dessert is in your panties, sweetheart. So, if you don’t want me to eat it at this table, I suggest you behave yourself.”

“I am behaving.” She bites her lip and my cock throbs.

“Come here.” I reach for her hand.

“I am here,” she whispers.

“Here!” I look down at my lap.

“You want me to sit on your lap here in the restaurant?”

“It’s dark back here. The staff know not to disturb us,” I pull her towards me and she shuffles her body until she is sitting with her legs draped over mine, her feet resting on the bench and her back to the room.

“How is my dessert doing?” I whisper in her ear as I slide my hand between her thighs.

“It’s kind of…” she tilts her head as she considers her reply, “creamy?”

“Damn! Jessie. I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get out of here, sweetheart. My cock is busting to get inside you.”

“So shall we leave?” she arches one eyebrow at me.

“You want to?” I ask as my fingers slide between her folds and I tug gently on the balls.

“Shane!” she groans and shudders on my lap.

“Or you want me to make you come first, sweetheart?” I tug again as I brush the pad of my thumb over her clit, and she wraps her arms around me, pressing her face into my neck. “Your choice?” I growl as I hook my finger into the small heart loop at the end of the retrieval cord and move them in and out of her while I keep toying with her clit.

“God!” she pants. “Make me come, Shane. Please.”