Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(4)
She looks over at me, pausing as she begins to climb out of the car, and I can tell it’s going to be a long night for her, holding her tongue so that I don’t drive her mad later on with denied orgasms. It’s going to be endlessly entertaining for me throughout dinner.
“Go on,” I tell her, playfully swatting her ass as she climbs the rest of the way into the cold air. I throw my arm around her and pull her close, helping to keep her warm as we walk into the restaurant. The warm air greets us as we open the doors. The waiting area is crowded with people all dressed to the nines, and I’m thankful I had the forethought to get a reservation.
I love this restaurant, and I thought it would be something different and fun for Holly. They only serve fondue, and we cook all of our own food with it. And all of the seating is private, with low light and warm furnishings. It will feel a little more private for her first go with public play.
“Nicholas Saint,” I say to the hostess. “I have a reservation for two.”
She smiles up at me with flirty eyes, and Holly catches it, swooping in to grab my arm and make it clear I am not a free man. She does little things like this that make my chest fill with warmth. She likes to pretend she isn’t possessive, but she’s constantly proving herself otherwise.
On New Year’s Eve, there were a few instances where girls who’d had too much to drink would let a hand wander down my arm to get my attention or bat their eyelashes in my direction. Holly hadn’t liked that and had made sure each one of them saw me giving her all of my attention throughout the night. And I was more than happy to do so.
I like it when she makes it clear I’m hers and only hers.
I want her to want me all to herself. We promised each other that we would take it slow, but I don’t want that deep down. I want to make her mine in every way possible. But I’m keeping those feelings buried deep inside so I don’t scare her away.
The hostess glances down at Holly dismissively before telling us to follow her through the restaurant. I lean over and kiss Holly on her soft hair that smells of cinnamon and vanilla. She leans into it, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to fly around.
“You’re the only one I have eyes for, you know,” I murmur.
“That doesn’t mean that no one else has eyes for you,” she says, smirking up at me. “But, yes, I know, Daddy.” I lean down and kiss her before we arrive at our booth.
This restaurant is set up so that each curved booth has privacy, half-encased with a wall so that you can’t see out and no one can see in unless they walk right up to you. I let Holly slide in first, and she moves all the way around the booth, seeking refuge in the privacy that the corner affords her.
“Your server will be right with you,” the hostess says before giving me one last appraising look and walking away. I scoot in closely to Holly and help her take off her coat.
“Did you choose this place on purpose for its privacy?” she asks, smiling over at me, her grey eyes glowing under the warm, dim lighting.
“I thought it might make it a bit easier for you as I tease you over and over again, bringing you to the brink each time only to deny you right as you’re about to come.”
Her entire face goes red, extending down her neck and chest. Her breasts heave with each deep breath she takes as I retrieve my phone from my pocket and place it on the table. She watches each movement as I open the app and log in.
I watch her thighs clench together in anticipation, her fingers wringing together and turning white at the knuckles.
“Ready for the fun to begin, baby girl?” Her eyes meet mine, and her breathing picks up a bit as she nods. “I’ll start low and slow.”
I want to try and get her accustomed to what it’s going to feel like before the server comes over. So I turn it on the lowest setting, letting my finger slowly go up and down to make little hills where the vibration increases in small increments.
She gasps, and I feel my dick stiffen. This is going to be just as difficult for me as it is for her. Watching her pretty complexion flush with each denied orgasm is going to be fucking torture for my dick. Her hand finds my thigh and squeezes, her fingertips digging into my muscle. I groan and grab her hand, lifting it from my thigh and placing it on my rock-hard cock.
“Do you see what you do to me, Holly?” I ask her, my voice rough with arousal.
My eyes drop to the way her thighs are moving and rubbing together. I trail my finger higher on the app, increasing the level of vibration, and the sound she makes damn near makes me finish in my boxers like a fucking teenager. Jesus Christ, this girl is going to be the death of me.
“Better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut,” I whisper into her ear as I push her hair out of the way and lick the shell of it. She whimpers, her heavy breathing audible now as she tries to hold back. “You wouldn’t want the waiter or waitress to walk around that corner and see you falling apart for me, would you?”
“No,” she whines, trying to get a hold of herself. She moves and crosses her legs, then uncrosses them. I move my finger higher on the screen. Her hand falls back to my thigh as she grips and digs those little fingers hard into my flesh. That little bit of pain only spurs me on.
I kiss her neck and pull away from her, letting my finger come off the phone screen. The vibrations immediately stop, and a noise of disappointment escapes her lips. I chuckle as the waiter comes into view and asks us for our drink order. I ask for a bottle of champagne, and he leaves us with the menus to look over.