Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
"Well, this is a sudden change, but a good change," Patrick smiled.
"You're a teacher, you have to say that," she smirked. She stood and slid next to him on his side. Grabbing a fork, she put something on it and brought it to his lips. "Try this. It's not on the menu, but it's made special for me. I can't remember the name of it...but it use to be my favorite when I visited Italy."
There was only a moments hesitation before he leaned forward, his lips wrapping slowly around the fork as he tasted it. After a few seconds of eating he swallowed. "It is...delicious!"
She nodded. "My mother use to make it all the time when I came to visit in the summer. She tried to teach me but I'm stubborn," she laughed.
"You? Stubborn? Surely you jest," he smirked.
"I know I get it from both my mother and father, so it's like an over load," she smiled.
Patrick reached up and poked her forehead, stopping when he felt something. "Are you...are you wearing makeup?" He'd seen her wear lip gloss and eyeliner, but this was more than that. She was really going all out tonight.
She pushed his hand away. "Maybe..."
He smirked as leaned in closer. "And just why would you wear makeup? I've never seen you wear it before."
She turned away from him. "Don't make such a big deal about it."
"I'm not. I'm just...curious."
"Well for a teacher, you are too curious," she pointed out. He was always asking questions. She barely asked questions.
"It is a curse for those who teach to continually want to learn more." He noticed the faint shine on her lips. Leaning down, he hesitantly placed his lips on hers, massaging her lips with his, he found it hard to pull away. Licking his lips, he smiled. "Your lips taste like cherry."
Her eyes were still closed even after he pulled away. Though it was short, she could honestly say it was the most meaningful kiss she had ever had. He was the only one that actually left her wanting more. Slowly her eyes opened. "I like cherries..."
"As do I," he whispered, licking his lips which now had the faint taste on them.
She leaned forward, this time kissing him. Her lip gloss washed over his lips while her tongue lightly brushed him but didn't go pass them. Her hand lightly brushed his cheek before she slowly pulled back. Yes, even that kiss left her wanting more.
He had the feeling that his lips were going to taste like cherry for quite some time. Not that he was complaining. He sort of liked this. While her tongue graced his lips, he actually shuddered. Licking his lips, he smiled at her. "I really like the cherry taste," he whispered.
"Yeah...me too," she said softly. The main course was brought out and the owner smiled at the before leaving them alone again.
"So, do you come here often?" Despite the fact that they'd just shared a kiss, he hid his feelings about it very well. If there was one thing he learned, it was to keep himself levelheaded in case situations got too bothered.
"Yes I do. The head chief was born and raised in Italy so he makes real Italian food like my mother use to make. The very first time I came here was when I was ten. I walked straight to the back and to the head chief and said 'My daddy is going to buy you for me,'" she smiled at the memory. "And he laughed so hard. My Nanny had to come get me, but ever since then, when I come in, he has all my favorite foods from Italy made. If he's not too busy, he'll come say hello before we leave." She grabbed a bread stick and bit into it. "Needless to say, my dad couldn't buy him for me so I have to come here to eat his food." She pointed at the lilies on the table. "After I met him, he started putting lilies on my table in case he couldn't come say hello. When my mother died, he had lilies put on her gave even though he never met her. But this was the first place I came to when I came back to America after her funeral."
"Even though you claim to not have many friends, it seems that there are people who care about you," he said while toying with a bread stick. "People that care about you. Not your money."
"There are a few, like I said before. I can count them all on one hand."
He nodded once more. "I'm not really certain how it would feel to be alone. All my life I've grown up in a large family."
"I was never really alone," she said as she ate. "I had Nannies and during the summer I got to see my mother...sometimes my father. Gabe kept me company too."
"Tell me some about your mother. Why did she want to stay in Italy even though you lived in America?"
"She hated America for some reason. She said the people were so rude. But they have the best schools here so I was sent to private schools here. She was a good mother, doted on me a lot. She had a mean streak though. My parents divorced when I was really little because my father cheated on her. Since then, she made it her mission to make his life miserable, mostly by using me. She would fight for me to see her every summer and not him. She took as much money from him as she could and put out rumors about him...though, they were all really true." She looked at him. "She may not have been a good person, but she was a good mother."
"Sometimes in order to be one you cannot be the other." He knew that from experience. "At the very least it sounds like she did love you very much.”
"She had her moments, but I think all mothers do," she said. "My father would have rather given me a few hundreds then have dinner with me. I was an accident and he swore my mother got pregnant on purpose to take his money."
"Well, look on the bright side of things. You're the most beautiful accident that I've ever seen." He smiled before going back to his food, gently picking and trying new things. "At the very least you don't have siblings to deal with." He sighed, shaking his head slowly as a myriad of thoughts arose in his head.
"That's very sweet, Mr. McClain," she said sweetly. "But I'm sure I have siblings, just none my father claims. As soon as someone says they are pregnant, my father bails out. He makes sure all his pretty wives had work done to prevent kids."
"What does your father have against kids?"
"Wouldn't know. I never asked. We hate each other, but since I'm his well known heir, he has to deal with me. And because he knows I know he killed my mother, he gives me what I want without question." She moaned as she ate the pasta.
"I certainly do not envy your position at all," he said in between bites of the fettuccine. There was a pause and he fell quiet, slowly fidgeting in his seat. Something was on his mind, and he was trying to think of the appropriate way to say it.
She looked him over. "Spit it out," she said.
"I was simply curious if you've ever had traditional Irish food before. You seem well versed in all the other cultures."
"I've spent a few summers in Ireland...so yes." Was that really what he wanted to ask?
"Well then, it just so happens that there is a very exclusive place to eat at that opens only on Wednesdays. It serves the best Irish food around," he looked over at her to see if she was interested.
She smiled. She had been there a few times, but she didn't want to spoil it. "Sounds good. I'll have a table ready for us tomorrow night," she said and put a memo in her phone.
"Well then, it just so happens that there is a very exclusive place to eat at that opens only on Wednesdays. It serves the best Irish food around," he looked over at her to see if she was interested.
Her smile dropped. "I've...never heard of it before...and I was sure I've ate at every exclusive place for miles." She pulled out her phone and started searching the web. "Is it out of state? Should I get us a jet for tomorrow?"
He smirked and shook his head. "When I said it was exclusive, I meant it," he told her. "Though since it is an Irish place...the atmosphere is a little on the...rowdy and uncultured side." He wanted her to be well prepared for what was going to come.
"I've been around an Irish environment," she assured her. "What's the name of it? I should make reservations now."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of the reservations."
She smirked. "No offense...but something that exclusive will cost a lot of money and I'm sure to get our name on the list I'll have to hand over a few hundred."
He reached out and pinched her cheek. "You're so cute when you're ignorant," he laughed. "I'll take care of everything. Just meet me at the Chinese restaurant and I'll take you where we'll be going." He paused and added quickly. "And while I love the dresses...dress a little more casual tomorrow night."
She had no idea what he was talking about or how he had better connections than her or why she would need to wear something so plain to a fancy place, but she nodded anyways. She pushed her plate away. "The park?"
She remembered. He stood and nodded, offering her his hand. Slowly she stood and took his hand. Snapping her fingers, a waiter came out and showed them out the back way.
His fingers interlaced with hers as they made their way to the nearby park. "It's a shame that such a beautiful place is nearly deserted. Kids and their electronics. They don't understand the beauty of nature."
"They could be like Rio and not walk out the door until his studies are perfect," she joked and moved behind some bushes as a couple from her school walked in the distance.
He watched as she suddenly ducked behind some bushes. He nodded tot he students, who quickly moved past him. No one liked seeing their teacher when they were on a date. Once they had passed, he held out his hand once again. "This feels naughty," he smirked.
She took it slowly. "Because it is...and illegal," she pointed out with a smile.
"If it's so bad, then why are you here with me now? Does the danger excite you?"
She shook her head. "You excite me," she said honestly. "I've had worse danger. Gabe calls me a 'thrill seeker' and a 'risk taker.'"
He excited her? Taking her hand, he gently guided her against a tree, his breath tickling her flesh. "How is it that I excite you?" He moved in, his lips gently kissing her jaw line. "Is it when I do that?" Then he kissed her ear. "Or that?" Then her neck. "Or this?"
She shivered against him. It was never him so forward. Before she was always seducing him...but now...everything was different. Her hands slowly went to his chest. Her eyes closed as she nodded. "All of it..."
He smirked and pulled away from her. "I see." Just like that he was calm and composed again, gently pulling her back onto the path they were walking.
She fixed her hair and dress quickly and cleared her voice. She didn't feel sixteen around him. Looking up at him, he didn't make her feel young. She smiled to herself and looked at the time. It was late. They had school in the morning.
He walked her to the edge of the park, finally letting go of her hand. "Meet me at the Chinese restaurant around six," he said with a small almost impish grin.
She nodded. "I'll be there," she promised with a smile.
"Goodnight then Leia," he hesitated for only a second. A part of him wanted to give her a goodnight kiss, but he had already been forward enough this evening. He would simply leave it at goodnight.
"Goodnight, Mr. McClain," she said before parting with him and going to her car.
When she got home, both Rio and Gabe asked a million questions. Questions she didn't answer even though she smelled of Irish cologne and Italian food. When she went to her room, Rio and Gabe sat on the couch.
"She's seeing-"
"Yep."
"You think they are-"
"Yep."
"Think they are protected?"
"Yep."
"Think he lo-"
"Nope."
"And her?"
"Not a chance."
"It could happen."
"Maybe."
The next day was a blur to him. For the most part because he was worried about tonight. This was going to be a very dangerous night, but it would also be very exciting to say the least. Maybe he was the thrill seeker. When break finally rolled around, he sat in his office making phone calls, trying to arrange everything for that evening.
Leia had a new watch delivered to his room. An expensive, fancy watch with a note that said "From your secret admirer." After the watch, a special lunch was delivered to him as well. Leia however, acted like she always did. After lunch, she skipped. Nathan wanted to skip with her and offered to take her home in his car...and ride in the backseat, but she brushed him off and left alone.
That evening, Patrick shifted through his clothes. Aside from the one time when he wore Gabe's clothes, this would be the first time she'd see him wearing something so casual. With boot cut jeans, a green shirt which said 'Kiss me I'm Irish' ,something which he thought was mandatory for anyone from the Emerald Isles, and a pair of dark boots, he looked a few years younger. The final piece was his earring which he generally never bothered to put in except for his days off. The school frowned upon piercings. With that, he looked at himself.
"Aye, I look like a bum," he moaned. This had looked a lot better in his mind. Checking his new shiny watch, he didn't have any time to change. Grabbing his coat, he hurried to his car so he could meet up with her.
Leia wore something similar to her school uniform. A simple skirt with a casual button down shirt and knee high socks with flats. She left her hair down and put a ribbon on the side of her head for a small touch. She said good bye to the boys and took a cab to the Chinese place. She stood in the parking lot until the car she bought him pulled up. Quickly, she rushed to in and got in the passenger seat. The inside still smelt new. "I can really pick a car out over the phone," she said as she ran her hand over the leather.
Patrick smirked and nodded. "Aye, that you can," he said. He was letting his Irish get the better of him in preparation for tonight. "So, are ye ready to go?"
She nodded as she buckled up. "I hope I dressed ok. If I'm under dressed, I have a stylist on speed dial ready to meet me with a better outfit." She was always prepared. She looked over his outfit and laughed at his shirt. "Trying to let the world know where you are from?" she asked. "Better do what it says," she added and leaned over, kissing him on the lips slightly before sitting back.
His lips curved into a smirk as she kissed him. "You look beautiful. Just...make certain to keep your skirt down."
"Is that suppose to be a sex joke?" she asked as he drove off. "Because if it is...I'm not sure I can do that," she smirked.
He nearly swerved into a car when she said that. At the stop light, he looked up at her legs, his hand reaching out to caress them. "Is that so?"
She pulled his hand up higher. "I'm a very bad girl, Mr. McClain. I never do what I'm told."
His hand actually moved up her skirt as she did that. Licking his lips, he slowly began to rub her inner thigh. "I like bad girls."
Her hand went to his thigh and to his zipper. "Then you'll love me," she promised as she started to unzip it.
His hand moved back to the wheel so that he could keep his composure. This was going to be too hard, Taking a deep breath, he waited eagerly for what was to come. Leia adjusted in her seat and leaned into his lap as she pulled out his cock. It was almost fully hard, but she would change that. Leaning down more, she took him into her mouth and started sucking and licking while her hand stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth. He laid his head back, moaning as he pressed the gas pedal harder while he tried to maintain control of the car.
"Oh god," he moaned, one hand going to her head to caress her hair while she sucked and stroked.
She smirked into him as the car accelerated. Sucking harder, she felt him get harder until it was nearly painful to open her mouth wide enough for him. But she didn't mind.
He continued to roll his fingers through his hair, moaning loudly. "Yes," he hissed. "More." God this was going to be the best dinner ever.
She rolled his balls in her palm while the other hand stroked him lovingly. She licked and sucked hard while she bobbed on him. Part of her wish she could see his face.
"I'm...I'm going to cum," he whimpered, the car nearly reaching max speed while he turned down a street. Here's hoping a cop didn't get behind them.
She readied herself and sucked his tip until he finally came. She swallowed everything then slowly sat up. Reaching in her purse, she popped some gum in her mouth with a smile before fixing his cock back in his jeans and zipping him back up.
"You're a teacher, you have to say that," she smirked. She stood and slid next to him on his side. Grabbing a fork, she put something on it and brought it to his lips. "Try this. It's not on the menu, but it's made special for me. I can't remember the name of it...but it use to be my favorite when I visited Italy."
There was only a moments hesitation before he leaned forward, his lips wrapping slowly around the fork as he tasted it. After a few seconds of eating he swallowed. "It is...delicious!"
She nodded. "My mother use to make it all the time when I came to visit in the summer. She tried to teach me but I'm stubborn," she laughed.
"You? Stubborn? Surely you jest," he smirked.
"I know I get it from both my mother and father, so it's like an over load," she smiled.
Patrick reached up and poked her forehead, stopping when he felt something. "Are you...are you wearing makeup?" He'd seen her wear lip gloss and eyeliner, but this was more than that. She was really going all out tonight.
She pushed his hand away. "Maybe..."
He smirked as leaned in closer. "And just why would you wear makeup? I've never seen you wear it before."
She turned away from him. "Don't make such a big deal about it."
"I'm not. I'm just...curious."
"Well for a teacher, you are too curious," she pointed out. He was always asking questions. She barely asked questions.
"It is a curse for those who teach to continually want to learn more." He noticed the faint shine on her lips. Leaning down, he hesitantly placed his lips on hers, massaging her lips with his, he found it hard to pull away. Licking his lips, he smiled. "Your lips taste like cherry."
Her eyes were still closed even after he pulled away. Though it was short, she could honestly say it was the most meaningful kiss she had ever had. He was the only one that actually left her wanting more. Slowly her eyes opened. "I like cherries..."
"As do I," he whispered, licking his lips which now had the faint taste on them.
She leaned forward, this time kissing him. Her lip gloss washed over his lips while her tongue lightly brushed him but didn't go pass them. Her hand lightly brushed his cheek before she slowly pulled back. Yes, even that kiss left her wanting more.
He had the feeling that his lips were going to taste like cherry for quite some time. Not that he was complaining. He sort of liked this. While her tongue graced his lips, he actually shuddered. Licking his lips, he smiled at her. "I really like the cherry taste," he whispered.
"Yeah...me too," she said softly. The main course was brought out and the owner smiled at the before leaving them alone again.
"So, do you come here often?" Despite the fact that they'd just shared a kiss, he hid his feelings about it very well. If there was one thing he learned, it was to keep himself levelheaded in case situations got too bothered.
"Yes I do. The head chief was born and raised in Italy so he makes real Italian food like my mother use to make. The very first time I came here was when I was ten. I walked straight to the back and to the head chief and said 'My daddy is going to buy you for me,'" she smiled at the memory. "And he laughed so hard. My Nanny had to come get me, but ever since then, when I come in, he has all my favorite foods from Italy made. If he's not too busy, he'll come say hello before we leave." She grabbed a bread stick and bit into it. "Needless to say, my dad couldn't buy him for me so I have to come here to eat his food." She pointed at the lilies on the table. "After I met him, he started putting lilies on my table in case he couldn't come say hello. When my mother died, he had lilies put on her gave even though he never met her. But this was the first place I came to when I came back to America after her funeral."
"Even though you claim to not have many friends, it seems that there are people who care about you," he said while toying with a bread stick. "People that care about you. Not your money."
"There are a few, like I said before. I can count them all on one hand."
He nodded once more. "I'm not really certain how it would feel to be alone. All my life I've grown up in a large family."
"I was never really alone," she said as she ate. "I had Nannies and during the summer I got to see my mother...sometimes my father. Gabe kept me company too."
"Tell me some about your mother. Why did she want to stay in Italy even though you lived in America?"
"She hated America for some reason. She said the people were so rude. But they have the best schools here so I was sent to private schools here. She was a good mother, doted on me a lot. She had a mean streak though. My parents divorced when I was really little because my father cheated on her. Since then, she made it her mission to make his life miserable, mostly by using me. She would fight for me to see her every summer and not him. She took as much money from him as she could and put out rumors about him...though, they were all really true." She looked at him. "She may not have been a good person, but she was a good mother."
"Sometimes in order to be one you cannot be the other." He knew that from experience. "At the very least it sounds like she did love you very much.”
"She had her moments, but I think all mothers do," she said. "My father would have rather given me a few hundreds then have dinner with me. I was an accident and he swore my mother got pregnant on purpose to take his money."
"Well, look on the bright side of things. You're the most beautiful accident that I've ever seen." He smiled before going back to his food, gently picking and trying new things. "At the very least you don't have siblings to deal with." He sighed, shaking his head slowly as a myriad of thoughts arose in his head.
"That's very sweet, Mr. McClain," she said sweetly. "But I'm sure I have siblings, just none my father claims. As soon as someone says they are pregnant, my father bails out. He makes sure all his pretty wives had work done to prevent kids."
"What does your father have against kids?"
"Wouldn't know. I never asked. We hate each other, but since I'm his well known heir, he has to deal with me. And because he knows I know he killed my mother, he gives me what I want without question." She moaned as she ate the pasta.
"I certainly do not envy your position at all," he said in between bites of the fettuccine. There was a pause and he fell quiet, slowly fidgeting in his seat. Something was on his mind, and he was trying to think of the appropriate way to say it.
She looked him over. "Spit it out," she said.
"I was simply curious if you've ever had traditional Irish food before. You seem well versed in all the other cultures."
"I've spent a few summers in Ireland...so yes." Was that really what he wanted to ask?
"Well then, it just so happens that there is a very exclusive place to eat at that opens only on Wednesdays. It serves the best Irish food around," he looked over at her to see if she was interested.
She smiled. She had been there a few times, but she didn't want to spoil it. "Sounds good. I'll have a table ready for us tomorrow night," she said and put a memo in her phone.
"Well then, it just so happens that there is a very exclusive place to eat at that opens only on Wednesdays. It serves the best Irish food around," he looked over at her to see if she was interested.
Her smile dropped. "I've...never heard of it before...and I was sure I've ate at every exclusive place for miles." She pulled out her phone and started searching the web. "Is it out of state? Should I get us a jet for tomorrow?"
He smirked and shook his head. "When I said it was exclusive, I meant it," he told her. "Though since it is an Irish place...the atmosphere is a little on the...rowdy and uncultured side." He wanted her to be well prepared for what was going to come.
"I've been around an Irish environment," she assured her. "What's the name of it? I should make reservations now."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of the reservations."
She smirked. "No offense...but something that exclusive will cost a lot of money and I'm sure to get our name on the list I'll have to hand over a few hundred."
He reached out and pinched her cheek. "You're so cute when you're ignorant," he laughed. "I'll take care of everything. Just meet me at the Chinese restaurant and I'll take you where we'll be going." He paused and added quickly. "And while I love the dresses...dress a little more casual tomorrow night."
She had no idea what he was talking about or how he had better connections than her or why she would need to wear something so plain to a fancy place, but she nodded anyways. She pushed her plate away. "The park?"
She remembered. He stood and nodded, offering her his hand. Slowly she stood and took his hand. Snapping her fingers, a waiter came out and showed them out the back way.
His fingers interlaced with hers as they made their way to the nearby park. "It's a shame that such a beautiful place is nearly deserted. Kids and their electronics. They don't understand the beauty of nature."
"They could be like Rio and not walk out the door until his studies are perfect," she joked and moved behind some bushes as a couple from her school walked in the distance.
He watched as she suddenly ducked behind some bushes. He nodded tot he students, who quickly moved past him. No one liked seeing their teacher when they were on a date. Once they had passed, he held out his hand once again. "This feels naughty," he smirked.
She took it slowly. "Because it is...and illegal," she pointed out with a smile.
"If it's so bad, then why are you here with me now? Does the danger excite you?"
She shook her head. "You excite me," she said honestly. "I've had worse danger. Gabe calls me a 'thrill seeker' and a 'risk taker.'"
He excited her? Taking her hand, he gently guided her against a tree, his breath tickling her flesh. "How is it that I excite you?" He moved in, his lips gently kissing her jaw line. "Is it when I do that?" Then he kissed her ear. "Or that?" Then her neck. "Or this?"
She shivered against him. It was never him so forward. Before she was always seducing him...but now...everything was different. Her hands slowly went to his chest. Her eyes closed as she nodded. "All of it..."
He smirked and pulled away from her. "I see." Just like that he was calm and composed again, gently pulling her back onto the path they were walking.
She fixed her hair and dress quickly and cleared her voice. She didn't feel sixteen around him. Looking up at him, he didn't make her feel young. She smiled to herself and looked at the time. It was late. They had school in the morning.
He walked her to the edge of the park, finally letting go of her hand. "Meet me at the Chinese restaurant around six," he said with a small almost impish grin.
She nodded. "I'll be there," she promised with a smile.
"Goodnight then Leia," he hesitated for only a second. A part of him wanted to give her a goodnight kiss, but he had already been forward enough this evening. He would simply leave it at goodnight.
"Goodnight, Mr. McClain," she said before parting with him and going to her car.
When she got home, both Rio and Gabe asked a million questions. Questions she didn't answer even though she smelled of Irish cologne and Italian food. When she went to her room, Rio and Gabe sat on the couch.
"She's seeing-"
"Yep."
"You think they are-"
"Yep."
"Think they are protected?"
"Yep."
"Think he lo-"
"Nope."
"And her?"
"Not a chance."
"It could happen."
"Maybe."
The next day was a blur to him. For the most part because he was worried about tonight. This was going to be a very dangerous night, but it would also be very exciting to say the least. Maybe he was the thrill seeker. When break finally rolled around, he sat in his office making phone calls, trying to arrange everything for that evening.
Leia had a new watch delivered to his room. An expensive, fancy watch with a note that said "From your secret admirer." After the watch, a special lunch was delivered to him as well. Leia however, acted like she always did. After lunch, she skipped. Nathan wanted to skip with her and offered to take her home in his car...and ride in the backseat, but she brushed him off and left alone.
That evening, Patrick shifted through his clothes. Aside from the one time when he wore Gabe's clothes, this would be the first time she'd see him wearing something so casual. With boot cut jeans, a green shirt which said 'Kiss me I'm Irish' ,something which he thought was mandatory for anyone from the Emerald Isles, and a pair of dark boots, he looked a few years younger. The final piece was his earring which he generally never bothered to put in except for his days off. The school frowned upon piercings. With that, he looked at himself.
"Aye, I look like a bum," he moaned. This had looked a lot better in his mind. Checking his new shiny watch, he didn't have any time to change. Grabbing his coat, he hurried to his car so he could meet up with her.
Leia wore something similar to her school uniform. A simple skirt with a casual button down shirt and knee high socks with flats. She left her hair down and put a ribbon on the side of her head for a small touch. She said good bye to the boys and took a cab to the Chinese place. She stood in the parking lot until the car she bought him pulled up. Quickly, she rushed to in and got in the passenger seat. The inside still smelt new. "I can really pick a car out over the phone," she said as she ran her hand over the leather.
Patrick smirked and nodded. "Aye, that you can," he said. He was letting his Irish get the better of him in preparation for tonight. "So, are ye ready to go?"
She nodded as she buckled up. "I hope I dressed ok. If I'm under dressed, I have a stylist on speed dial ready to meet me with a better outfit." She was always prepared. She looked over his outfit and laughed at his shirt. "Trying to let the world know where you are from?" she asked. "Better do what it says," she added and leaned over, kissing him on the lips slightly before sitting back.
His lips curved into a smirk as she kissed him. "You look beautiful. Just...make certain to keep your skirt down."
"Is that suppose to be a sex joke?" she asked as he drove off. "Because if it is...I'm not sure I can do that," she smirked.
He nearly swerved into a car when she said that. At the stop light, he looked up at her legs, his hand reaching out to caress them. "Is that so?"
She pulled his hand up higher. "I'm a very bad girl, Mr. McClain. I never do what I'm told."
His hand actually moved up her skirt as she did that. Licking his lips, he slowly began to rub her inner thigh. "I like bad girls."
Her hand went to his thigh and to his zipper. "Then you'll love me," she promised as she started to unzip it.
His hand moved back to the wheel so that he could keep his composure. This was going to be too hard, Taking a deep breath, he waited eagerly for what was to come. Leia adjusted in her seat and leaned into his lap as she pulled out his cock. It was almost fully hard, but she would change that. Leaning down more, she took him into her mouth and started sucking and licking while her hand stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth. He laid his head back, moaning as he pressed the gas pedal harder while he tried to maintain control of the car.
"Oh god," he moaned, one hand going to her head to caress her hair while she sucked and stroked.
She smirked into him as the car accelerated. Sucking harder, she felt him get harder until it was nearly painful to open her mouth wide enough for him. But she didn't mind.
He continued to roll his fingers through his hair, moaning loudly. "Yes," he hissed. "More." God this was going to be the best dinner ever.
She rolled his balls in her palm while the other hand stroked him lovingly. She licked and sucked hard while she bobbed on him. Part of her wish she could see his face.
"I'm...I'm going to cum," he whimpered, the car nearly reaching max speed while he turned down a street. Here's hoping a cop didn't get behind them.
She readied herself and sucked his tip until he finally came. She swallowed everything then slowly sat up. Reaching in her purse, she popped some gum in her mouth with a smile before fixing his cock back in his jeans and zipping him back up.