Page 20 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)

Chapter

Nineteen

Taylor

Not one to back down from a dare, I lift my ass from the seat and wiggle out of my panties. Gavin’s eyes have blown out completely; the gold rings hidden behind his dilated pupils as I wad my panties in my hand.

Slamming my fist into the bucket of water, I ignore the bite of cold. “Will you look at that?” I hold the dripping panties in the air between my index finger and thumb. “Panties are wet.” I let them fall into the icy water with a splat.

He moves so damn fast, I don’t know what’s happening until he’s underneath the table, his head on my lap. “What are you doing?” I hiss.

“Man-eater thought she could destroy the evidence, but this snitch pussy doesn’t lie.” He inhales deeply, skimming his nose along my crotch. “Let me have just a little taste, and if you’re not impressed with my oral skills, I won’t hit on you ever again.”

My pulse gallops as I glance around the VIP area. Nobody’s paying us any attention. We’re tucked away in the back corner, and Gavin’s hidden beneath the tablecloth.

Oh my God, I’m considering this. Why am I considering this?

“You have five minutes,” I find myself saying, my heart pounding like a drum as I spread my legs.

“I’ll make you see stars in four.” The low timbre of his voice causes my skin to prickle as he shoves my dress up, exposing my bare pussy. I’m embarrassingly wet, and I refuse to analyze why that is.

“Doubtful,” I taunt him.

“Tell that to your dripping pussy.” He takes a swipe with his tongue, groaning. “Just as sweet as you smell.”

I shudder. “Four minutes, thirty seconds.”

“Don’t rush me. I like to savor my meal.” He begins eating my pussy in earnest with soft, flat strokes of his tongue, his face perpendicular to my pussy. So the man was paying attention to my tutorial.

Soft yet methodical.

Determined yet gentle.

The hot glide of his tongue has my head lolling against the banquette. It’s nothing like I imagined coming from this man. And yes, I’ve imagined it, and yes, I’d rather be drawn and quartered than admit that to anyone.

A sound of male satisfaction rumbles from Gavin’s throat, but as fucked up as it is, I don’t want to orgasm to prove him wrong. My nails rake over his tightly cut hair as I refuse to moan, fusing my jaw shut.

“Can I get you anything else?” The server appears.

I squirm as Gavin enters me with a cold finger, curling it in a come-hither motion as his tongue dances around my clit, but not directly on it. “No.” My voice comes out strained.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I overstepped earlier. I just wish someone had warned me about Gavin so I didn’t get hurt.”

He nips my clit with his teeth.

“Oww!”

The woman gives me a funny look.

“Hurt, yeah, I get it. Thanks for the warning, but Gavin means nothing to me.”

He nips my clit again, this time harder, and I force my jaw shut. Another finger enters me, as he relentlessly kneads my G-spot, his tongue now directly assaulting my clit.

I’m sweating. I’m squirming. I’m wishing this woman would go the fuck away.

She looks expectantly at me, and I realize she must’ve said something. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Can I clear the table?” She repeats herself.

“Please,” I say, swallowing the cries of pleasure desperately trying to escape my lips.

Like a light bulb flash, I remember my panties are floating in one of the ice buckets, and I amend, “Leave the buckets and champagne.” I reach over and grab Gavin’s plate, stacking it on top of mine and sliding them over, all the while the man’s sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy.

The woman eyes me suspiciously, but grabs the plates and disappears.

Removing his tongue, Gavin rubs his five o’clock shadow back and forth between my legs while finger-fucking me. A moan escapes my lips, the rough addition feeling so damn good.

“You’re pussy’s strangling my fingers,” he says in a guttural tone. “Fuck, I’m so hard I might come before you do.”

“Oh, God,” I grit between my teeth, tensing my entire body.

“Uh-huh. Don’t hold it in. I want to hear you scream.”

“Three minutes.” I keep my body ramrod stiff, refusing to allow Gavin this victory.

“Fuck the clock. I’d tie you to my bed and eat your pussy all damn night.

Tears streaming down your pretty cheeks as you begged me to stop,” he promises.

With the addition of the palm of his other hand, he frantically rubs my clit back and forth.

“But I wouldn’t stop, not until you’ve drenched my sheets.

Not until I’ve rung every last drop of pleasure from this gorgeous cunt. ”

“Shit.” I groan, the pleasure unfurling in my stomach and beginning to pulsate up and down my spine. I clench and unclench my pelvic muscles, but the train’s already left the station and there’s no stopping it.

And Gavin fucking knows it. He moves his tongue directly on my clit as he refuses to let up on the internal pressure with his fingers.

A warmth spreads through my entire lower half as I can no longer fight the release.

“Oh my God!” I cry as my pussy absolutely gushes; the most mind-blowing, euphoric feeling coursing through me as my head falls limp against the banquette.

Gavin rises from beneath the table with the biggest grin on his face. That, and pussy juice dripping from his lips and chin, running down his thick neck.

I consider dumping the ice bucket over his smug head, but instead, I grab a napkin and toss it in his face. “Means nothing, other than I might have a public sex kink.” Righting my dress, I slide out of the booth and hurry out.

He catches up with me, a noticeable bulge in his pants.

“What are you doing?” I snap.

“Escorting mi lady to her car.”

“I’m not your lady, nor am I returning the favor,” I warn.

“Not tonight. But soon you’re going to choke on my dick. I’m going to fuck that sour puss mouth of yours so damn hard.” From the look on his face, I can tell he’s imagining it.

Dammit, and now I’m imagining it.

I shake the image of his photoshopped penis from my mind.

“Gavin, whatever fucked up game we’re playing ends tonight.” I hit my key fob, making my car chirp.

“Sure, man-eater. Keep telling yourself that.” He opens my door for me, and I slide in with as much dignity a woman without panties who let her enemy tongue-fuck her in public can muster.

Which is none.

Gavin takes great satisfaction in running his fingers along his shiny lips and bringing them to his mouth before he closes my door.

I take great satisfaction in kicking gravel in his direction as I peel out.