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He leans in and breathes in my ear, “Do you have any idea how cocky I am right now?” He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch beneath the table.

He’s cocky all right. I can feel him straining against his jeans.

“Does your hard on ever go away?” I titter.

“Not when you’re around, Lex…”

I never get tired of him calling me that. It’s something that helps me distance myself from thousands of painful high school memories involving Connor. I do my best never to think about those dreary years when we’re together.

Are we dating? Not officially. We’re having a lot of sex. Ever since my article hit the stands, we have no real reason to see each other. Any pretext that I need to interview him further or clarify some little detail or get his approval on something or other is gone. But he keeps calling me, I keep taking his calls, and we keep sleeping together. Correction, having sex and him going home afterward. What happened to me being the one who walked out first? I guess since I was the one who established that precedent our first night together in his room at the Beverly Hills Resort, I can hardly blame him. One of these days we might actually discuss our official relationship status. For now, I don’t want to think about it because his hand has worked its way under the hem of my slinky red sundress.

He mutters in my ear. “Are you ever not hot and wet when I’m around?”

I part my thighs and slouch slightly, giving him better access. “I blame you for that,” I giggle. “You’ve turned me into a sex vampire.”

“Fuck, woman. I can’t find any panties.” His fingers tease me.

I smirk smugly at him. “Again, your
faullllllt
…” I moan when I feel his fingers sliding up and down my wet cleft. I admit it. Connor sparked my sex binge. I’m making up for years of dry spell. If things don’t last, does it really matter? I deserve at least another seven hundred orgasms before I go back into sex retirement to focus on my career. “
Connor
…” I moan.

Our perky waitress suddenly interrupts. “Would you two like any dessert?”

Good thing this place has tablecloths. Otherwise she’d see my wide open thighs, my red sundress hiked up to my hips, and Connor’s fingers i
nvading
my nakedness.

While working some kind of hand magic on my clit, Connor smirks at her, “Do you have any of those cream filled cannolis? I think she wants one. A really
big
one…”

If I wasn’t on the verge of coming, I might say something snappy to Connor followed by an apology to our waitress for his rudeness. But I can barely keep my eyes open as waves of pleasure radiate out from my sweet center.

“I’m sorry,” Perky smiles, “We don’t.” She looks me right in the eyes, ignoring Connor. “But we do have a super delicious strawberry whipped cream cake. The strawberries are fresh and
that
has whipped cream. How does that sound?” She’s staring straight at me, waiting for an honest answer.

I can’t answer her because anything I say will come out in a moan. Maybe she’ll think I’m high or drunk. It’s a plausible explanation here on Melrose.

She’s waiting.

Connor is stroking my pussy.

Stroke stroke stroke.

I have to say
something
. But the only thing that comes out of my mouth as I sink further into the cushioned booth is, “
Aaaahhhh
…” What did you expect I would say? That I wanted extra whipped
cream
? The kind that
comes
in a can so you can shoot it down your throat? I repress another moan. I’m going to lose it right in front of her. I don’t care if she
does
watch me come. It won’t make any difference to me because my eyes are now nearly clamped shut, blocking out everything except what Connor’s fingers are doing. Oh, gawd. The sensation of him sliding inside me nearly sends me over the edge.

Perky blinks several times, her hands folded politely together in front of her, waiting.

I feel bad for her she has to endure this. Me on the other hand? I feel wonderful.

Connor says, “I think we could use a minute. Or do you need
longer
?” He looks at me pointedly.

Stroke stroke stroke.

“I…” Can’t speak.

“It’s a
hard
decision, I know,” he jokes.

Stroke stroke stroke.

I’m about to tell him to
fuck off
, but I really just want to tell him to
fuck me
. For Perky’s sake, I don’t say anything. Instead I squeeze Connor’s jeans-sheathed hardness, which has been in my hand this whole time.

“Yeah,” Connor grunts. “Give us a minute.”

Perky giggles nervously. “I’ll leave the dessert menu with you. Take your time.” She sets the menu on the table like she’s afraid she’ll catch something if she get’s too close before hurrying off.

Are people watching us? I don’t care. But I am aware of the sounds of conversation and clinking silverware all around us.

Like I said, I
really
don’t care.

I unbuckle Connor’s belt with one hand. It’s awkward, and he has to help, but we get it done. He shifts so I can unbutton his fly and zip it down. His cock nearly jumps out. If he wasn’t slouching in the booth like I am, his big hard dick would be poking above the table cloth like a purple periscope.

Again, I don’t care.

Because the thrill sizzling between my legs has made me come dumb.

I start to stroke Connor’s cock, keeping it against his hard abs. He lifts the hem of his shirt and drapes it over my hand so it’s
sort of
covering things.

He snickers, “We’re totally gonna get thrown out for this. Our waitress is probably telling her manager right now.”

“I don’t care,” I moan, swirling my thumb around the tip of his cock, skimming across a drop of pre-cum that I use to slicken him.

“Me neither.” He drops his head against the booth cushions and hisses, “Fuck, Lex. Like that.”

My cheek squishes against his muscled shoulder. I’m half tempted to go down on him. But I peer through a slit in my eyelid and I’m very aware of the dozens of people who would definitely notice. “This is so wrong,” I whisper. But it feels so right. So does his cock in my hand. I pump the shaft and work the head as best I can with one hand. It’s hard to concentrate because of what he’s doing with
his
hand.

“You’re starting to come, I can feel it.”

This is the dirtiest thing I’ve
ever
done.

The waitress is going to be back any second. She’s going to ask if we’ve decided on a dessert, and I’m going to look her in the eye as I come. Because Connor isn’t giving me any other choice. Thankfully, because that would just be
weird
, I start to come right now.

“Oh, Connor,” I mutter. I forget all about his cock as I come on his hand. I don’t even know if I’m still holding
him
because all I can think about is the hard orgasm hammering through me.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

That’s when I realize he’s coming too, shooting hot cum up under his shirt. I cup my fingers around the head of his cock, wanting to catch it. It’s hot and sticky in my hand. His cock throbs and pulses with each spurt as he squirms in his seat.

I
really
hope nobody notices us now.

The white noise of everyone in the restaurant becomes piercingly loud as I come down from my orgasm.

Nobody is staring at us. I don’t see Perky anywhere, which is good, because I have a handful of hot cum.

Breathless, my eyes still fluttering half closed, I say, “I guess she was wrong about those cream filled cannolis.”

Connor represses a snorting laugh and leans his head against mine. “What am I gonna do with you, Warmoth?”

I can think of a thousand things…

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

CONNOR

“I can’t believe you smeared my load all over my abs,” I laugh as we stumble out of ReaXion and onto Melrose, which is packed with people on a warm summer night like this.

“Me neither,” Lex giggles, holding onto my elbow, both of us fuck drunk from coming together. “But I couldn’t think where else to put it.”

“I can think of a place.” I slap her on the ass and she jumps.

“I bet you can.” She tosses her hair, which is down for once, and gives me this sex kitten look over her shoulder as we walk.

The red fuck-me sundress she’s wearing is killing me. I was starting to think she didn’t own anything other than tight skirts and blouses—not that that’s a bad thing—and she surprises me this afternoon wearing this thing. It barely covers her ass when she walks. Her auburn hair flows over her shoulders like a mahogany breeze. The brown cowboy boots add up to her being so ridiculously hot every guy on the sidewalk is turning heads to stare at her. She has
no
idea how fine she is. But I do. She looks like a fuckin supermodel. Knowing she’s got no panties on under the dress makes her
illegally
hot. I keep waiting for the dress to catch air so I can see the crack of her impossibly tight ass. My nuts tighten at the thought.

Fuck, I’m hard again. I need to be inside her sometime in the next ten minutes or my balls are going to explode.

I don’t know what it is about Lex, but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. It’s not just her looks. The way she slapped Gloria the other day? I smile every time I think about it. I don’t give a fuck that Gloria tore up my contract with her. I needed a reason to move on anyway. She definitely did a lot for my career, and the sex was good in the beginning. But she became such a pain in my ass, not even her cutthroat agenting was worth the bullshit she put me through. And now that my face is out there, who knows? Maybe I’ll get high profile work. I don’t care either way. Right now I’m happy hangin with Lex. She’s all I need. I fuckin
hope
she feels the same way, but I doubt it. She’s going to get bored of me sooner or later. At the end of the day, I’m just a fuckin brainless model. She’s the one with a good head on her shoulders.

“What’s on your mind?” She asks as we walk up a side street to where her car is parked.

“Nothin.” I grin at her. I don’t know how to talk about this kind of shit. Relationship shit. I’ve never talked to any women about anything except how I’m going to fuck them. Speaking of which, the way her red sundress is bouncing around her ass pulls my thoughts right back to what I’m gonna do to it the second I get my hands on her. “I’m gonna fuck you in that dress.”

“Who says I’m going to let you?” She winks at me, her hair flying everywhere.

Kill me now. I’m already in heaven looking at her.

When we get to where her Honda is parked on a neighborhood side street, I push her up against the driver’s side door, her ass facing me, and pin her there with my crotch. I don’t waste any time hooking my hand under that red fuckin dress so I can feel the heat of her pussy. It practically burns my fingers, it’s so god damn hot and wet. “You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? You want me to peel this dress over your ass and stick my dick in you and fuck the shit out of you while the whole neighborhood watches and hears you moan, don’t you?”

“You’re crazy, Connor,” she moans, pushing her ass against my dick.

I almost fuckin come right then. But I don’t because a mom in jogging clothes following a boy and a girl on bikes with training wheels and those cute little helmets and all the pink and blue bike gear come pedaling by. The two kids stop and stare at us, their feet on the ground and their hands on the handlebars.

I hide my hands behind my back like a guilty fuck.

Lex shoves her dress down.

The mom scowls at us.

All curious, the little girl says, “Mommy, what are they doing?”

The boy just fuckin stares at Lex. I can’t blame him.

Good thing Lex’s Honda is between us and them.

“Don’t pay any attention to them, you two,” the mom growls, hustling the kids along.

I call out, “Her door was stuck. I was helping her unlock it.” I feel like a fuckin tool. The second after the kids pass by, I whisper in Lex’s ear, “Gimme your keys.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking you home. We need to get there before my balls blow, so I’m driving.”

“No you’re not,” she scoffs. “
I’m
driving. You probably can’t see straight without any blood in your brain.”

I chuckle, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you I’m the one who calls the shots?”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you your dick isn’t a magic wand that can make women do anything you want?” She winks at me, jingling her car keys in front of me.

I laugh and she laughs with me.

She pins me with her eyes. Magic eyes. Eyes that do shit to me that makes me really fuckin uncomfortable. Eyes that make me forget how totally fuckable she is and think only about how much I… “Fuck, Lex. I—” I can’t say it. I can’t tell her how I feel.

“What?”

I close my eyes hard. “Nothin.”

“What, Connor?”

“Never mind. Let’s just go.” I gently take her car keys from her hand and unlock her door. “Get in. You can drive.”

She climbs in the car and I close the door and hand her the keys and walk around to the passenger side. She leans over and opens the door for me and I drop into the seat. “What was that about, Connor?”

“I don’t know.” I’m all quiet.

“If you want to talk, Connor, I’m here. Say whatever is on your mind. It’s okay. I won’t judge.” She means it.

I want to tell her everything. Finally get it all off my chest. I look at her for a long time. I
want
to tell her. But I don’t want to talk about
it
. I
hate
fuckin talking about
it
. I never bring it up with anybody. Not even Ryan. He knows what it does to me.

“Please, Connor. Tell me.”

I stare out the front window, white-knuckling the suicide handle above the door like we’re driving off a fuckin cliff. The idea of talking about
it
makes me feel like I’m
already
falling over a cliff that has no fuckin bottom. I can’t do it. “We should go.”

She sighs hard. “What are we doing, Connor?”

“Driving home.”

“No. I mean us. What are we doing?”

“You tell me.”

“Damn it, Connor! Can’t you say more than that? Something is on your mind. Why won’t you tell me?” She’s getting annoyed.