“Okay, now measure out two ounces of bourbon and pour it over the ice. Then you’ll need to stir everything together until it’s chilled.”
“You’re a stern teacher,” I comment. “It’s kind of turning me on.”
She gives me an amused look. “This is a serious lesson. Pay attention.”
I laugh. “Oh, I’m paying attention.”
When she’s satisfied with my mixing, she gives me a strainer and a smaller glass with a single ice cube inside and tells me to strain the drink into it. She comes around the bar and climbs up on the stool beside me.
“What do you think?” she asks me after we take our first sip.
“Delicious. Let me try yours.” She slides her glass my way and takes mine.
I watch as her lips press to the rim of my glass. Her drink is perfectly balanced. Mine’s too heavy on the bitters.
“Not bad for a first try,” she says. “Let’s see how you handle the next recipe.”
“I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed with all this new information. I think it’s time for a break.”
She laughs. “Whatever you want, Rowan. You paid five thousand dollars for this experience, remember?”
I stand, lift her to sit on top of the bar, and step between her legs. Sitting up there, she’s nearly at my eye level. I wrap my palms around her thighs.
“Whatever I want? Dangerous words, Sunshine.” Slowly, I undo the buttons of her shirt. She’s wearing a light-blue bra underneath with a front clasp that’s all too convenient to pop open.
When her tits spill out, I let out a low groan. My cock swells. So fucking perfect. I bend down to capture a nipple with my mouth. She moans and arches her back, pressing into me like she’s eager for me to do the same to her other breast, but I pull away and pick up my drink.
She hisses when the cool glass makes contact with her skin. With hooded eyes, she looks mesmerized as she watches me roll the glass back and forth over her nipples until they harden into points. I tip the cocktail and let a little bit of the amber liquid run down her chest. I lean in and catch the rivulet with my tongue.
She lets out a moan. “Oh God.”
“Tastes even better this way,” I murmur and drag my tongue over her hot, wet flesh.
She buries her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer. If there’s one thing I love about fucking her, it’s when she shows me how needy she is for me, how badly she wants more.
I suck on her tits until they’re pink and scattered with hickeys, and then I push her shirt and bra down her arms. Sliding my hands under her ass, I move her from the bar to one of the barstools.
It’s the perfect height.
Her jeans come off, along with her panties, and then she’s naked on the stool, her back against the bar, her legs spread open for me, just for me, in the restaurant owned by her ex.
She glances around, and a flush creeps up her neck, like she’s only now realizing how fucking dirty and hot this is.
I take off my shirt and toss it on top of the bar. “Nervous?”
She bites down on her lip. “This is so wrong. What if we get caught?”
I reach behind her and take the elastic out of her hair, admiring how it settles around her face. She looks like a fucking angel. “We’re not going to get caught, but I think a part of you likesthe thrill.” My hand slides over her chest and down to her pussy, finding it wet. “This part right here. You’re dripping, baby.” I pinch her clit and then rub it in tight circles, making her pant and squirm. “Do you want my cock inside your little pussy? Is it weeping for me?”
Her head lolls to one side. “Yes. God,yes.”
I keep rubbing her as I undo my jeans, pushing my boxers out of the way and letting my cock spring out. When I fish a condom out from my pocket, she glances at it. Swallows.
“Do you always use those?”
“Yeah.”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she murmurs, “but I’m on birth control.”
