The hand that had been holding my face in place – as if I was going anywhere, really – travelled downward, leaving a trail of hot desire in its wake and making me moan into the kiss. Said kiss was suddenly broken and I gasped for air while simultaneously trying to capture his lips again. Meanwhile, his hands grabbed me by the hips and made me sit on the small marble surface right next to the sink.
How I always ended up there was something I would ponder whenever my brain decided to stop playing hide and seek with me.
I grabbed a fistful of surprisingly soft raven hair and brought his face down to me, noticing vaguely that his eyes were no longer blue but completely black. The kiss was even more ravaging than the first one if that was even possible. Our tongues weren’t locked in a sensual dance of seduction but more like battling one another.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I finally understood what it meant to be sucking faces –it had always seemed like an exaggerated expression to me but now I got it.
The intensity of the kiss had for only rival the heated touches I was receiving. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of me and I had to say I felt the same. I wanted more and I made it known. I tugged on his shirt, making two or three of the last buttons fly in different directions and was finally able to touch his abs. I moaned upon coming in contact with the highly-arousing chocolate bar and he growled at that, making my desire for him know yet another peak.
I was amazed at the amount of raw desire I felt for this guy I only met this month.
As we parted for air and he peppered small kisses down my neck while I carried on stroking his delectable abs, one of his hands slid in between us and opened my jeans. I gasped at the feeling, alarm bells going off in the distance, making me look at him in dazed panic.
“Just allow me to pleasure you,” It seemed like he had regained a little bit of control for his orbs had gone back to normal. And since he had looked me in the eyes as he said that, there was no denying him anything.
‘Those blue eyes of his will be the death of me one day.’ I thought on a pleasured sigh. They always made my decision for me. They were his most efficient weapon, his hidden ace and all the seduction I could need.
He kept on looking at me intently for a little while and it seemed my eyes conveyed my desire for him since his hand stroked its way into my panties, making me gasp and arch into his body.
When I finally recovered from the post-orgasmic bliss and my thoughts were finally coherent again, I realized the enormity of what I had just allowed to happen. I had basically just let Jonathan, a stranger for all intents and purposes – knowing a name and a title didn’t count – finger-fuck me into my first ever orgasm in the freaking restroom of an Italian restaurant.
In the freaking restroom! Have you lost your mind? My sensible alter-ego was back full-force and it was almost giving me a headache.
Tears gathered in my eyes and he must have smelt them or something – having his nose pressed against my throat, he couldn’t have seen them – for he was soon asking me what was wrong.
“I feel like a slut,” I whispered, not finding it in me to be angry at him. Truth be told, he hadn’t done anything I hadn’t wanted.
“You’re not a slut,” he reassured me, nuzzling my neck one last time before pulling away and looking me in the eyes, “we’re mates, and the chemistry can get a little overwhelming at times. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold myself back.”
His apology was sincere and yet it felt wrong. I had wanted it to happen. It wasn’t just him.
“It takes two to tango,” I muttered, and he flashed me his brightest smile at that, making me unable to do anything but give him a small smile back.
He didn’t get his release, a snarky voice sing-sang in my head. Well, now that the lustful frenzy had died and I had sobered up, there was no way I could help him with that.
And just then, as he didn’t complain or whine about not having his fun, I realized how selfless he had been, and I could only smile more brightly at that. He had given me pleasure and had not demanded I did the same. He had not expected me to return the favor and I was really thankful for that for I didn’t think I was ready to take that step just yet.
The walk of shame back to our table wasn’t that bad. Nobody was looking our way, but I did see the waiter smirk knowingly and it made me blush and drop my gaze to the floor. Thank god Jonathan had had the decency to kiss me when I had reached my peak, or I would have screamed the place down.
As we ate our pizza in a comfortable silence, I could not look him in the eyes without blushing. He, on the other hand, smirked all through the meal.
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“So, we’ll meet up every day for as long as you’re off school, right?” he reminded me as we were exiting the restaurant.
“Yeah,” I gulped down loudly and glared at his innocent car, “but no more kinky restroom rendezvous.”
He chuckled and brought me to his side in a brief sideways hug before opening the door for me. I pouted but was feeling genuinely happy for once in his company. Maybe being an alpha-ultra’s mate wasn’t so bad after all.
Chapter 28
The Trial
“So, where are we going?” Jonathan and I were on our way to our sixth date already
