Page 48 of Bless My Heart

I don’t turn around, but Hazel says, “No, we’re good. Thank you.” He must walk off because she relaxes her legs again.

“Did you like almost being caught, baby?” I ask her, noticing that she feels wetter. Her hips move against my hand. I know I’m in the rhythm she likes when she does that.

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

“Mmm.” I nuzzle my nose towards her ear. “I wish I could lay you on this table and eat your pussy in front of everyone. Show them how perfect you are, and you’re all mine.”

“Wes …”

“Yes, baby?” I nip at her earlobe.

“I’m going to come.”

“Good.” She moves a little faster against my hand before smashing her lips on mine to ride out her orgasm. I do my best to hold her in place so it doesn’t look too obvious what is happening.

When she finishes, I pull my fingers out and run them over her lips, coating them with her own orgasm, before leaning in and kissing it off her.

“Holy shit, Wes. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I laugh. “You’re welcome.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and bring her into my body. “I just can’t help it. I want to be inside you all the time.”

Like right now, but I know I wouldn’t be able to get away with full-on fucking her in a restaurant. Unfortunately. I mentally tell myself I’ll be able to get that later, so I need to chill out.

The server comes out with our food, and Hazel sits up in her chair. I already miss her closeness, and she’s sitting right next to me.

I knew this woman was something special the moment I met her. But I didn’t know I would let myself get in this deep. I knew I wanted to fuck her, but now that I’ve done it over and over again, I know it’s more than that.

I’m falling hard for her, and it doesn’t scare me as much as I thought it would.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

HAZEL

Dinner with Wes was better than I ever thought it could be, and not just because he got me off in a busy restaurant. That was a bonus, though.

The food was amazing, Wes was amazing, and it was so relaxing not to have to worry about someone from school seeing us.

On our way out of the restaurant, Wes grabs my hand again. It’s so nice to just hold his hand.

He helps me into the Jeep before getting in the driver’s seat. It’s very dark now, and we have a bit of a drive home. I feel bad Wes didn’t get a release like I did at dinner, but I couldn’t very well bust his dick out of his pants. That would have been a bit more obvious, I think.

I could tell he was super turned on, though. I could see his erection through his pants, and he kept shifting in his chair to get it to go down.

That’s why as he’s driving us home, I reach over and put my hand right on his crotch. He looks at me, surprised, but I’m not going to back down. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel.

I rub my hand up and down the outside of his pants until I feel him grow. I unzip his pants, and he shifts slightly in his seat to help me spring him loose from his briefs.

I use my hand to pump him slowly until I see a bead of precum form on the tip. I want it. I want him in my mouth.

“Pull over.” He does as I request, pulling onto the shoulder of the road. I unbuckle and climb onto my seat, leaning over the center console until my tongue is swirling the tip of his swollen cock.

He pulls my hair back so he can have a better view of my movements.

I lower my head and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. Keeping my hand at his base, I move my mouth and fist in tandem and get a good momentum going. He keeps thrusting his hips up into my mouth. I know he wants more, and I want to give him more.

I remove my hand and lower my mouth down further until I feel him hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Hazel.” I come back up, gasping for air before I do it again. He goes completely still as he hits the back of my throat, a hiss coming from his lips. I love that I’m giving him this much pleasure. I love that this relationship isn’t just a one-way street. I can give him just as much as he gives me.