Chapter Nineteen

Raleigh

We’re sitting at a little hole-in-the-wall breakfast cafe that I’d never heard of, sipping on cups of coffee as we wait for our orders to be brought out.
“So, where are you taking me?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“You, beautiful, are just going to have to wait and see”, Lincoln says leaning back against the bench seat with a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?” I ask, slipping my foot up onto the bench between his thighs and causing him to gasp at the contact and then release a low moan when I begin moving my foot up and down the ridge of his fly.
“You’re playing with fire, baby girl,” he growls, the twinkle being replaced with heat as that’s more than enough to reinforce his words.
“Oh, yeah?” I challenge, pressing more firmly against his hardening cock.
“You want to find out?” He asks, his voice husky as he slumps down in the seat, spreading his thighs wider.
I glance around at the other patrons, gauging if anyone is paying us any attention. When I deduce that the few other guests that are dining are more interested in their own breakfasts and conversations, I slip below the black floor-length tablecloth and move in between his thighs.
“What are you doing?” he growls and then lets out a deep moan when as quickly and quietly as I can, I release the button of his jeans, lower the zipper and pull his cock from its prison, then run my tongue along the underside from root to tip. After licking him like a lollipop, I wrap my lips around his head, causing Lincoln to choke out a gasp.
“Fuck,” he whispers, palming my head and tangling his fingers in my hair as he shoves his cock further into my mouth, causing me to gag. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren't you?” he whispers, his voice muffled, making me imagine he’s using his other hand to cover his mouth in a way that hides what I’m currently doing to him beneath the table.
I hear footsteps nearing our table and pick up my pace, curious of how he’s going to handle the situation, the sound of our dishes being set on our table and their voices spurring me on even as Lincoln’s fingers tighten in my hair. I’m surprised when he doesn’t stop me and instead, allows me to continue sucking him off.
“Jesus fucking Christ! I’m fixing to cum, baby girl,” he warns with a muffled whisper seconds before hot jets of his salty cum shoot from him. I continue sucking on him, swallowing every bit of his cum until he pulls me off of him. After I’ve got him tucked back into his jeans and zipped and buttoned back up, he caresses my cheek for a moment before I hear a grumbled, “You are so fucking good, baby girl.”
Taking that as my all clear, I crawl back out from beneath the table with a satisfied smile gracing my lips.
Honestly, I’m surprised at myself, considering that my first time going down on a guy was yesterday, but I just couldn’t resist. He kept denying me of being able to please him, only giving me pleasure, and well, it was his turn.
“Where the fuck did that come from, baby girl?” he asks, his voice still deep and husky with obvious desire. I smirk, biting back a full-on grin, as I wipe the corners of my mouth, making sure that there isn’t any evidence left of what I just did and making him groan.
“Two can play at that game, baby girl,” he threatens but all his words do is make my nipples harden against my silky bra and send a rush of desire straight to my clit.
“Do your worst,” I taunt, and then bite into my bottom lip, knowing that it gets him going.
Then, leaning forward, I whisper, “Because, just maybe, I want to be right there in the fire with you.”
The heat in his eyes flares and I can practically see the flames as his eyes rove over my body, practically branding me as his, and dear God, am I.
I don’t know what it is about him, but I know that I’m drawn to him like I’ve never been drawn to another guy before in my life and fuck am I already falling for him. And even though I know that it’s fast, faster than even seems possible or logical, a part of me doesn’t want to slow down.
At seventeen, I’ve had too much loss happen to me already, and I don’t want to go a single day without living life to the absolute fullest. I’ve been living that life for the past four years and I don’t want to continue living that way.
So, if that means living a little on the edge with the hot-as-hell guy sitting across from me, giving me a look that says that he currently wants to devour me, then that’s what I’m going to do.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m afraid we aren’t going to make it to wherever our destination is,” I tell him as I reach out and grab my glass of Dr. Pepper, sliding my tongue along the straw before I wrap my lips around the top and start sucking the sweet liquid into my mouth, releasing a moan of appreciation as it hits my parched throat.
“Baby girl,” Lincoln growls seconds before he calls a waiter over and asks for to-go containers to put our food into.
We box our untouched plates of food, pay, and then grasping ahold of my hand, Lincoln all but drags me out of the cafe and over to his truck. He opens the driver's side door and allows me to step in front of him but before I get to climb inside, he leans over me, pressing against me from behind, letting me get a real good feel for the boner that he’s already sporting and sets the food down on the middle seat.
“Baby girl,” he growls, grinding his cock into my backside as he moves the hair away from my neck before he begins nuzzling me there. “I love this wild, playful side of you, but you’re quickly making me realize that maybe I don’t have as much self-control as I thought I did.”
My pulse picks up at his use of the L word, and when he slips his hand into the front of my jeans and down inside of my panties, it beats even faster.
“Mmmm, already so wet for me, baby girl,” he begins gliding his fingers past my clit and down through my slick folds, shoving one of his thick fingers inside of me, causing both of us to release a groan of pleasure. “Now, you have three choices,” he states, nipping at the sensitive flesh just below my ear.
“The first is that I can finger fuck you right here in this parking lot, where anyone and everyone can see and hear exactly what I’m doing to you.” Before he gives me my second choice, he pulls his finger from inside of me and brings it up to my clit, causing me to climb higher and higher with each stroke of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Your second option is that we can say fuck what I had planned, go book a room and I can have you splayed out on a bed, my face buried between your sweet thighs, and having you scream my name as I make you cum over, and over, and *over* again,” he explains as he pulls his fingers from my clit, moving them down to trail them through my wetness again.
“You are fucking drenched, baby girl,” Lincoln growls, thrusting his hard cock into me once more. “Or, you’re third option is,” As he says this, he nips at my neck but then takes a step back, and pulls his hand from my jeans.
“No, what are you doing? I’m so close, don’t stop,” I plead, feeling almost on the verge of tears from being so close to coming.
But, instead of doing as I’m asking, he says, “I know baby girl, but your third option is to stop right now and we continue on with the plans that I had made for us.”
Poking out my bottom lip, I pout as I turn to glare at him and say, “Only two of those end with me coming and only one reveals where you’re wanting to take me today.”
“You are correct,” he confirms before pinching my chin and lowering his mouth to mine, and biting down on my bottom lip. The action stops me from pouting and instead forces me to release a needy groan.
“I want to cum, Lincoln. I need to, so fucking badly,” I say, desperate for release.
“Then choose one of the first two options and I’ll have you coming in seconds, baby girl,” he says, trailing his fingers down my cheek as he looks at me with so much heat and passion that I nearly cum from the look alone.
“But you made plans for us and I don’t *not* want to do them. I just…” I trail off, feeling selfish for wanting to both cum and then continue on with whatever it is he had planned.
“The choice is yours, baby girl. You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”