Dinner and a Movie (4 page)

Liam’s hand tickled its way between her legs. She sighed in bliss and sagged against the banquette. Bernie tried to open her eyes, as he circled the outer lips of her labia one more time, but decided it was too much effort. Every nerve in her body thrummed to a pulse he created throughout the meal. He would massage and then tickle, caress then scrape with his nails. Each new tingle wrapped itself around her mind, ballooning as hot need.

“Please,” Mr. Clarke answered for her. “I’m afraid she has a bit of a headache.”

Somewhere beyond the buzzing in her ears and the tickle in her toes, Sheila mentioned the ladies room. Bernie’s demon giggled. What they could do in the restroom… The salesman coughed and excused himself, mumbling something about calling Liam on Monday. Plates clanked.

Liam thrust all three fingers into her pussy and also applied pressure to her previously ignored clit.

Bernie sucked in a deep gasp.

His mouth covered hers, stealing the cry from her lips. Every muscle clamped down. It took but three thrusts and a circular spin around her suddenly swollen and rigid clit before her body rocketed into space. She reached out. One hand grabbed his tie, the other slapped at the leather seat until her little angel hissed that people were watching.

Her eyes snapped open.

Liam’s green eyes hid behind his lids. Dark hair brushed his brow. He still mastered her mouth. Low lighting carved shadows into their corner. She relaxed a bit, but then he applied renewed pressure in and around and…

“Your check, sir.
Please, take your time.”

The world vanished as air pounded in her ears.
His rough breathing.
Hers.
Pulses.
Eyes watching…knowing…seeking. Her vagina tightened its hold once again on his fingers and then it all went blank.

* * * *

Liam pulled Miss Bernie to his chest when he felt the last of her orgasm
dwindle
, leaving her a limp bundle of woman in his arms. He remained as hard as a rock, but he could be patient, now that he knew she was his.

Mine, mine, mine, chanted a deep voice. He wondered if anybody else around him could hear.

She sighed; her hot breath tickled his neck.

He sat for a moment and held her, before reality began to sneak its nasty little head back into his life.

Bernie pushed at his chest even before her eyes opened.

“Where can I drop you?”

She frowned, blinked and met his questioning gaze. “Mr. Clarke?”

He pressed her head back onto his shoulder. “Take another minute, sweetie. We’ve all the time in the world.”

But he knew this was a stolen moment, as the woman’s mind was clearly kicking back into gear. She continued to pull away from him and straighten her clothes.

He caught one long curl and tugged. “Seriously, I’d love to continue our…” He nipped at her ear, delighted in yet another sigh.
“Our conversation somewhere less…public?”

She rolled her neck.
And then rewarded him with a brilliant smile.
“I
dunno
, Mr. Clarke. It seems I liked the place. What other tricks might you have up your sleeve?” Sex sleepy eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Is that a challenge, young lady?” He looked down and savored the sight of her generous cleavage hidden beneath the slippery top. His hands itched to explore more of this surprising and sensuous woman. She batted her eyes for good measure. Unable to avoid the invitation, he stole another kiss, letting it linger until she whimpered and tried to pull back. “Good God, I can’t figure this out.”

She stretched and shimmied. Every movement teased him with a whole new set of wonderful curves to enjoy. “Mr. Clarke, I have never…” She paused. “Felt that in my entire life. Do what you will to me, because I can’t wait to do it again.”

Liam swallowed. “Are you a virgin?”

“No.” She laughed. “But let’s just say you must have the magic…” Her fingers fluttered in an expressive attempt at description. “And I want more.”

“Here?” he offered. Somebody cleared their throat at the next table. Liam glanced over. Yes, time to go. The natives were getting a bit restless. “Can we drive your car?”

She pouted. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I
can drive my car…nobody else.”

He flipped over a few scenarios in his mind. With the little lady in the driver’s seat, it changed the whole dynamic.

“Will you drive me?” He hoped.

Again, she let loose that infectious chuckle.
“Of course, Mr. Clarke.
Anywhere you want to go.”

“Anytime….anything?”

She stood up, pulled at her very short skirt and repeated, “Of course, Mr. Clarke.”

A Movie

Bernie put the pedal down and smiled in contentment as the
Camaro’s
engine answered the demand with a quiet rumble. City lights sank into the distance, while the white dashes of the highway zipped beneath the nose of the car.

Free, it was the only word she could summon that described her feelings at the moment. She wished for a convertible, where the wind would whip through her unbound hair. She laughed. Energy coursed through her body, a pleasant echo of the thrill she lived at his hands.

Liam sat in the passenger’s seat, silent, rubbing at his upper lip with one of those long, thick fingers that could tease, torment,
tickle
…her eyes crossed in delicious memory.
Focus, Bernie, focus.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He cleared his throat. His Adam’s apple bounced. When did he remove his tie? That didn’t much matter, but it did expose a new patch of muscle and skin for her to explore.

“I was thinking somewhere dark…”

She shivered. Yes.
“A motel?”
Only the Good Lord knew where her common sense had disappeared, but right now her body could only think about one thing, grabbing this guy’s ass and squeezing hard. Bernie waved her hand in front of her face to ease the sudden flash of heat while she conjured images of muscled, naked flesh.

“No. No beds.
Just dark.”

“Will it be quiet?”

He leaned back in his seat and twisted so he could face her a bit. “No. And it will be very crowded.”

Bernie moaned and squeezed her legs tight against the sudden rush of warmth between her thighs. What was she doing? “Will they be able to see?”

“Take this exit.” He pointed in the needed direction.
“Only if you make enough noise to distract them from the film.”

She swallowed against the excitement thrumming through her veins. “What will you do to me?”

He traced the shell of her ear before he answered, “I haven’t entirely decided, yet. Look at me.”

“I’m driving.”

He
laughed,
a low raspy chuckle. “Sorry. You know where the theatre is?”

She struggled to keep the car to the limit as she navigated the few short turns into the strip mall where the movie theatre was located. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her. Beating, stroking…her heart stuttered with anticipation. Would he make her straddle him in the seats? Her entire body quivered.

She found a spot under a light and threw the shifter into park. The yellow glow from above filled the car. She tucked a curl behind her ear and finally gave him a long look.

“You are one amazing woman.”

His compliment sent shivers all through her body. “Thank you.”

“Take off your bra.”

A little bit of fear teased her nerves. “Here?”

“Yes. It’s either that or I remove it in there.” He pointed toward the brilliant neon lit entryway of the theatre. “I have yet had the chance to touch your breasts.”

No control. She had none where this man was concerned. Her nipples tightened into hard nubs at his words. Yes, she needed his rough hands holding the full globes, his tongue placing a damp circle around the sensitive tips, teeth biting down… Somehow, it felt as if the temperature in the car rose another ten degrees.

She reached under her shirt and released the clasp in the back, and then paused. She leaned forward enough for the neckline of the blouse to gape open, reached up one sleeve and pulled the strap of her bra down.

Liam rubbed his lower chin, the rasp of his day old beard mingled with the sound of the slip and slide of silk against skin. Bernie looked down. The length of his cock pressed against the confines of his slacks, an invitation for her to reach out and touch.

“Continue, Miss Bernie.” He gestured at the dangling bra strap.

Oh yes, do what he says, she reminded herself. She licked her lips and grinned when she noticed his eyes widen. She pulled the other bra strap down, reached under the front of her shirt, and pulled the bra free.

He coughed to clear his throat. “How did you do that?”

Bernie twirled the white, lace bit of underwear on the end of her finger. “I lived with three brothers in a small apartment. You learn to get creative…”

“But I didn’t get to see what I wanted.”

She leaned across the car, and placed her right hand on the back of his seat to provide an eye-full. “Is that better, Mr. Clarke?”

He pushed himself back against the door. “Yes, thank you Miss Bernie. That is very nice. Do you like them sucked?”

“Please.”

“Not now. Later.” He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and loosened it with a tug. “I will let you know what I expect.”

Bernie whimpered. Her body wasn’t nearly done playing for the evening. The restraint she needed to wait made her ache, in every limb and crevice. She was fairly certain she could spend hours tasting the firm lips of Mr. Clarke, running her hands through the hair on his chest…a few dark strands appeared at the top of his shirt. She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips. She wanted…

“Just to review, Miss Bernie, if I ask you to do something, I expect you to comply. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Clarke.
Anything.”

“Good girl. Now, what do you want to see?”

“Your pants off.”

“No, what movie?”

Bernie reached into the back and snagged her pocketbook. “I really don’t care. I don’t expect I’ll be watching.”

He stopped her, grabbed her upper arms, and pulled her to him. Hard lips crashed down. Hot tongues mingled. Bernie sucked in a deep breath. His taste swirled through her senses. A hand grasped her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. His nail scored across the nipple.

Bernie hissed into his mouth, and pressed into the hand.
More.
It wasn’t enough. She squirmed against a fresh rush of moisture between her legs. Her womb clenched.

He continued to tease her nipple. His other hand ran down her back, reached under her skirt, and massaged her buttock. One of those long, long fingers ran down her crack, collected a bit of moisture from her pussy and trailed back up. He pulled away.

They sat in the half-light of the parking lot trying to catch their breath.