Page 133 of Devious Obsession
Which is a fabulous break from the past week.
The restaurant has a wall of windows to maximize the lake view, and of course our table is right against one. The white linen tablecloths go all the way to the floor. There are wine glasses and water glasses on the table, as well as two sets of knives and forks.
“This is excessive,” I mutter.
Steele shrugs. “Dad used to take me to places like this all the time. After…”
I wait, but he seems to be done talking.
I lean forward. “After what?”
“After Mom went away.” He looks down, scanning the menu. “Dad didn’t cook, so it was either go out or starve. And he wouldn’t be caught dead at a fast-food place.”
This is the first time I’ve heard him mention his mother.
“What happened to her?”
His dark eyes lift, crashing into mine. And for a second, I see exactly what he must be feeling—misery, hurt, anger. And then it’s gone with a blink, like it was never there before.
“I’ll take you to meet her tomorrow, if you want.”
My mouth opens and closes. It doesn’t really answer any questions, so I nod mutely. He nods back, satisfied with that casual agreement. Like it’s not a big fucking deal or anything.
What am I going to say to her?
Hi, Steele’s mom, I’m his new stepsister and also dating him…
That would go over well.
The waiter approaches, and I stare down at the menu. Everything is expensive and fancy, and I freeze up.
Steele’s foot runs up the inside of my leg. He orders for us both, snapping his menu closed and handing it over. I follow his lead, then shake my head. I don’t know what that was.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I shouldn’t be spending my money on this sort of stuff. I have to figure out how to pay for next semester—”
He snorts. “If you think I’m letting you pay for lunch, you’ve got another think coming.” He glances around, then crooks his finger. “Now, I think you’re ready for your appetizer… don’t you?”
I swallow and follow his gaze around. This section of the restaurant is empty—for now. So maybe that’s why I don’t hesitate to slide off my chair and to my knees, crawling under the table. My heartbeat is thundering in my ears, a dull rushing sound. I push the tablecloth up, letting it pool around his waist and revealing his lower half.
His stance widens, his legs parting to let me get closer. His erection strains against the zipper of his slacks. I undo the button and drag the zipper down slowly, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his briefs. I run my hand over the length of it, my thumb brushing the oozing slit.
“Aspen,” Steele warns from above.
I smile to myself and rise on my knees, leaning over him. I lick him, taking my time. Savoring theappetizer, as he so nicely put it. Since he’s not about to reach under here and force me to choke on it—I’m going to enjoy this the wayIwant to… and if that includes a little torture, so be it.
He should know all about torture.
When my mouth closes over him, he makes a noise under his breath. A rumbling in his chest. I try not to smirk—no time or room for that, with my mouth filled withhim. My lips wrap around his shaft, and I swipe my tongue across his slit. I taste the precum before I suck hard.
Desire and lust rush through me, going straight to my core. I rock my hips in time with the motions of my mouth. My tongue dances under the ridge of the mushroom head, tracing patterns and veins. I take him deeper, forcing him to the back of my throat, and then I pull back again.
I take his balls out, too, cupping them gently.
He shifts, and suddenly his foot is nudging between my legs. Giving me something to grind on—an inch of relief. Something to hold me over.
I lick his shaft, then lower. I drip spit on his balls and take one in my mouth. His thighs tremble, his legs spreading even wider. I repeat until his cock is twitching in my mouth. My jaw aches, but I don’t stop.
