"I bet I can make you cum right now. Right here. In front of everyone."
His hand rested on her exposed ankle and the Sunday sunlight streamed in through the panes of glass fronting the busy street. They had rolled out of bed and walked the several blocks to the cafe for the sake of food. A long night full of rabid love-making had left both their stomachs’ growling and, despite their protests, their bodies’ hunger trumped their sexual appetite. At least for the moment.
They sipped their espresso and nibbled on their bagels, but neither she nor he could keep from touching the other. The cafe was full of the brunch crowd and people streamed in front of the window, walking up and down the busy street enjoying the fresh spring weather.
"Remember when I had my cock deep inside you? Remember when you begged me to go faster?"
"Yes." She flushed at the memory, a soft pink hue rising with her heavy breaths and traveling up her chest to her cheeks.
"You were so tight. Your pussy was like a vice around my cock. I felt like Superman inside you. So hard. Invincible."
"You were insatiable."
"So were you. You still are, aren’t you? You’d love nothing more than if I took you right here."
She wasn’t admitting it aloud, though it was as if he was reading her mind. Her cunt ached to be filled by him. He had an impressive girth that filled her so full she couldn’t breath. She felt empty without him clenched between her legs. Without him cuddled inside her.
"Tell me, fucktoy, would you like it if I pulled you up by your hair and pushed you into the glass? Slid my cock into you before you even realized what was happening? Would you like it if I ripped off those panties and lifted your dress so that old lady passing by with her walker and oxygen tank saw how slutty and wet your hungry cunt is? How badly you want to be used?"
She squirmed in her chair and studied him. His green eyes shimmered with lust.
"Two can play this game, sweetheart. See that man across the street? Even now his eyes are locked on me. How would you like it if my eyes found him while you fucked me? If I mouthed dirty words while your cock sliced in and out? Would you like it if he watched me cum? Knowing that both he and I were thinking of his cock instead of yours?"
He growled and she knew she’d hit a button.
"I’m going to fuck you to tears. Until you don’t know if you’re begging me to stop or keep going. Maybe I’ll shove my cock down your throat. Feel you close around me just like your pussy does. I’m going to pinch your nipples between my fingers and twist. I want you to feel me. Who owns you, slut?"
She felt her breath hitch and her pulse stammer. Her pussy was streaming liquid which was pooling in the tiny fabric of her thong. Her clit begged to be touched and she shifted just slightly, brushing the cotton fabric against her swollen nub and causing just a moment of relief followed by an even bigger longing.
"You do," she whispered.
"Don’t you dare move. I didn’t hear you. Who owns you?"
His voice was calm, though his eyes told a different story. She could see the tent of his erection popping up through his jeans. He was just as aroused as she. Maybe more so. She watched him press down on his jeans near the tip of his cock and she swore under her breath. What she wouldn’t give for the same pleasure! She replied, this time at a level louder than she should have.
"Y-you do, Sir." The residents of the adjourning tables turned to look at her. She tried to ignore them but their stares just turned her on more.
"That’s better, pet. Lean forward. Press your clit into your panties."
She did as she was told.
"I want you to cum, kitten. And once you do we’re going to leave. When we get home I’m going to lick every drop of cum from your clit and then use your slutty cunt for my pleasure. I’m going to fuck you until I cum all over your greedy little mouth. But this will be the only orgasm you get. So you’d better make it count."
She bit her lip and leaned forward. She felt the friction of her panties on her clit. His dirty words rang in her ears, pushing her closer to the edge of her cliff. Her nipples were hard and poking through her sundress. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more he wrapped his fingers around her ankle and dropped them down to the bottom of her exposed foot. He ran a single finger along her arch.
"Now, toy. Cum. Now. I want to feel your toes curl."
She stifled a moan as her body shot off like a rocket. She rocked gently against the chair and let her panties ease the pressure in her clit. She pressed down against the chair with one hand and he grabbed her other with his free one, clasping her tight and holding her in place as the waves crashed through her body. Her toes curled and she watched through heavy lidded eyes as he smirked. He always got his way.
"Good toy. Good, girl."
He let her breathing calm before issuing another command.
"Go take off your panties. I want you to feel every drip of your cum on the walk home."