Chapter Twenty-Three
Friday morning I wake up before the alarm and before the coffee. Rick is wrapped around me and has his hard length snugly between my thighs. “Are you awake, my queen? You were saying sweet things to me and suddenly stopped.”
“I don’t know. What did I say?” I respond sleepily on a yawn.
I feel him smile, “You told me how amazing I was last night and then you woke up.” Sounds right. I probably said more than that and he isn’t telling me. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s more to why he doesn’t tell me, but I guess it doesn’t matter. We have no secrets and the personal things between us are out there. There’s nothing to hide.
“That’s true. I think you had different things running through your head last night.” Rick rolls me over to face him and I feel his gaze on my face.
“Maybe I did.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“We already did.”
I wonder if I was awake for that conversation because I’m obviously not going to get any clues.
“Let’s walk over to the Yolk for an early breakfast. Cross is going to pick me up early to go work out.” He kisses me on each eyelid and then my lips. I can’t argue with that.
It’s a beautiful San Diego morning with no marine layer hindering the sun’s rays and I love the warmth on my skin as we walk to breakfast. Rick holds my hand, rubbing his thumb on my hand and across my fingers while we walk the four blocks to the Yolk. I love to walk with him at my side, when he holds my hand he makes me feel like his queen.
He leads me into the Yolk and they immediately seat us in a back corner booth where he slides in next to me and puts his arm around me. The waitress doesn’t even ask if we want coffee anymore, she just brings it and knows I like the flavored creamers. We sit together happily and enjoy breakfast while we pick at each other’s plates. We laugh as he steals the chicken from my waffles and I eat most of his hash browns. He always has his arm around me or his hand on my thigh. I love how he’s always touching me. I love the way he looks at me and I find him watching me lick the maple syrup off of my fingers. He takes my hand and sucks on my fingers, licking off the sweet syrup with his blue eyes focused on me, watching me as he’s driving me crazy. I reach for his leg under the table and somehow end up with my hand around him inside his shorts. I have no idea how that could’ve happened.
Rick looks down and then back at me. “I thought you wanted breakfast.”
“Turn about is fair play, finger sucker.” Oops, where did that come from? I know better. It’s a game day. I review our surroundings. We are facing the wall and nobody has a line of sight to under our table unless the waitress wanders by. I stroke him a few times. He stiffens in more ways than one. I’m being bad, but I can’t help myself.
“You know it’s a game day and we’re sitting in a restaurant we like to go to?”
“Yes.”
“You know you’ll have me walking home with a raging hard-on?”
Playing innocent, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me out so I can go wash my hands, they’re all sticky. Your hands might be sticky, too. Do you need to wash up?” He slides out of the booth and I get up, glancing back at him as I walk to the bathroom swaying my hips at him.
I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror to see I’m red, warm to the touch and my breathing is irregular with hope he’ll come find me. If I stay in here long enough, he’ll have to. I turn on the water to wash my hands and hear the door open, close, and lock. I see Rick’s reflection in the mirror and his eyes meet mine. He walks up behind me, unties the back of my halter top freeing my breasts and slowly pours warm maple syrup all over my breasts and nipples as I watch in the mirror. He turns me and lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the counter. He pushes my short skirt up and groans in pleasure as he finds me going commando, shoving into me hard as he licks and sucks at my breasts. His mouth and tongue all over me, cleaning up the maple syrup. No words. He sucks at my nipples while he fucks me and the combination makes me want to scream out. He can feel where I’m at and claims my mouth with his to quiet me while he strokes into me as deep as he can with every pass. I shake and shudder without warning as Rick slams into me, filling me completely with his rock hard cock. I pull him with me and he pushes us through, while he kisses me roughly. He smiles at me with a dirty glint, ties the back of my halter top, pulls his shorts up, washes his hands, puts my feet back on the ground, and leaves the bathroom. Still no words. I turn back to the mirror and see the red blotches all over my chest and neck. There’s no other way to say it, I look thoroughly fucked.
I do my best to quickly put myself back together and go back to the table, where Rick lets me slide into the booth to finish breakfast nonchalantly.
“You okay, my queen? You were gone for awhile.” Like he doesn’t know what he did.
“I’m better than okay.
