Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Margaret’s POV

Raymond’s fingers played skillfully under my dress and I didn’t know how to suppress my moans anymore. It was the same crazy fantasy from the club, all over again: the potential of being caught with this beautiful, strange man, and getting away with it. He began to move his thumb in small circles but kept his fingers pressed deep, unmoving. His arm barely shifted above the table, but below where the tablecloth hit our hips, an explosion was building. I stared at his arm, his dress shirt peeking out from his suit jacket, and could feel him watching my face, watching every single breath I took, every gasp, and every time I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. His confident, firm touch built a heavy ache between my legs and I pushed into him, wanting more, and harder somehow. In the distance, a dish crashed to the floor, but Raymond quietly moaning my name immediately eclipsed the sound. Our waiter emerged from the kitchen and headed toward us.

“Look at you,” Raymond said, leaning to kiss my neck just below my ear. His breath was warm on my skin, and I was turning between focusing on his touch and fretting about the man walking across the room toward our table. The combination of his touch and the fear of being caught almost made me fall to pieces.

As if he knew this, he murmured, “No one in here knows you’re about to come all over my hand.” I expected him to stop, to put his hands on the table, but Raymond simply stilled his thumb as the waiter stopped at our table, and refilled his water. Ice clinked against the glass, and a drop of condensation slid from the rim to the tablecloth, fanning out and growing larger and larger as more water fell. It was as if the glass were melting along with me. From above the table, it looked like Raymond had simply reached across his body and put his hand on my leg. He slid his thumb across my clit once, and I gasped.

“Your food should be out in just a minute,” the waiter said with a bland smile. Raymond pressed his thumb hard into my clit and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. He smiled up at the waiter.

“Thank you.” The waiter turned and walked away and when Raymond looked at me, with such barely concealed mischief, dizzying relief mixed with a vague stab of disappointment, and I felt myself fully melt in his hands.

“That’s it,” he whispered, rocking his palm against me as he slipped a third finger inside. With this, he stretched me to the blissful edge of pain and I felt indecent like I was doing something irrevocably filthy, but he just watched me crave more of it all. “Oh, fuck, Maggie. That’s it.” My nails dug into the leather cushion below me, and he risked being noticed by beginning to pump his fingers, his shoulders rocking. My head fell back against the booth and I let out the smallest moan, completely disproportionate to the shaking climax that tore through my body.

“Oh God,” I groaned as he prolonged it with his long fingers pushing even deeper. I turned to press my face into the shoulder of his suit to stifle my cry. He slowed, and stilled, before kissing my temple, and then pulled his fingers out. Lifting his hand from under the table, he pressed his fingers to his mouth once, briefly, before wiping them on his napkin. And then he licked his lips, watching me.

“Your tongue tastes like candy, but your pussy tastes even better.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply. “I want it to be my cock inside you next time.”

Yes, please. Jesus, who was this woman possessing my brain? Because I wanted it, too. Even after what he’d just given me, I wanted to climb into his lap and take all of him inside. Before that line of thinking could get me into even more trouble, my phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out: Williams

“Where are you? I want to see you. Come over to the hotel” William’s message read. The clock on my phone read seven forty-five.

“I have to go.”

“Who texted you? Williams? … What does he want?” Raymond asked

“Me,” I said slowly. I offered him a half-smile, half-wince, but when the waiter came back with our food, I slid a twenty onto the table and asked him to put mine in a to-go container.

“I’d like to see you soon, Maggie. I would like to leave up to my promise and finish what we’ve started” Raymond said, stuffing the money back in my purse.

“Absolutely not.” I laughed. I had no idea how this had unraveled. Okay, that was a lie, I knew exactly how it had unraveled—he’d started whispering in that hot accent and then fingered me—but I knew better than to let myself get involved with Raymond; at least not like this. For one, he was a player and a sworn enemy, and in no way did I want to go down that road again. And two, my job. It had to come first. I was still in my head when my nostrils caught a familiar scent. I brought my head to confirm the origin of the smell and what I saw made me choke on my food.

“I see you both are enjoying yourselves,” Williams’s familiar voice said, his body facing me but from all other indications he was talking to Raymond.

“Yes. I should have taken permission from you.” Raymond said but Williams quickly masked his true feelings with a smile. I knew the smile was fake because I had seen him flash it several times in the past when he was dealing with partners and clients he had little to zero liking for

“I’m just her boss; I’m not her parent, guardian, or owner. You are free to do whatever you want with her” a pang surfaced in my chest at his words. He was supposed to be that cold? I knew this wasn’t how we planned things to be but sometimes Raymond was just beyond my control. Most times, things are beyond our control. “As long as you have her permission, though” he added and the pain in my chest subsided. That could do. We were still talking when another familiar figure walked to our table and joined her hands with Williams’s hands. Okay now, this time around, I gagged for real. What the fucking hell? At the right side of Williams and holding tightly into his grasp was my once-upon-a-lifetime best friend, Margaret. She was smiling and with the look on her face, she was definitely enjoying this… whatever it means. Whatever this was …

“Uh, hey. Hi?” Margaret said flashing me a very ridiculous, exaggerated fake smile. “Bad of you both to hang out without us” she added. I mentally rolled my eyes and scoffed. Or was that out on reality? What was with the way they were staring at me as I had just made the biggest blunder ever?

“Bold of you to think, I would ever want to hang out with a bitch like you” I shot at her feeling my anger rise for no reason. Or was there?

“Excuse me, what did you say?” Margaret asked taking tentative steps toward me and I stood up from the chair I was sitting on. It was like Williams was my antidote for my unhealthy obsession with Raymond.

“Hey, that’s enough. We would just leave them and go eat somewhere else” Williams said, sticking his hand out to garb Margaret’s arm. Frantically and without thinking, I hurried up from my seat as though something or someone had stuck a butt to my ass.

“You are not going anywhere with her,” I said once on my feet and immediately gathered my belongings into my hand. “Let’s go to the hotel, you said there was something you wanted to talk about” I concluded, ignoring the weird stare they were throwing my way. “I’m sorry but I have to go,” I said turning to look at Raymond. He nodded, dazed.

“Let’s go,” I said one more time and with that, I tugged on William’s arm, pulling him away with me.

…….

I hadn’t come with my car so we rode in William’s grey-colored jeep. Williams was already in the driver's seat so I headed straight to the passenger seat before slamming the door.

"Take off your panties" Williams instructed as he switched the car's engine back to life.

"But you have to focus…"

"Now Margaret!" His cold tone told me not to argue anymore so I dutifully obliged and did as he said. I noticed that he was gripping the wheels tightly. His jaw was clenched and his somewhat raised irises glazed furry. I sank into my seat and bit my lip. I never imagined I would be in this type of situation with a vampire. Heck! I never imagined being in any situation with him. But still, I wouldn't have it any other way, not to mention the way Williams made me feel. I couldn’t even fathom or put a name on how he made me feel. All I knew was that I just couldn't stop thinking about him, and I couldn’t shrug off how he made me feel. It was intense, scary yet sweet, purposeful, and alluring and I always end up wanting more—his kisses, his touch, and everything were perfect. I blushed when I felt the dampness between my legs. I quickly pressed my thighs together and curled my toes, while my fingers pressed tightly on the car seat. Why could I not contain my amplifying lust whenever I was close to this man? Why was I suddenly so horny?

"One look at you and one would think you are having an orgasm. Why are you tight?" Williams asked not darting his eyes from his front. I looked at him with desperation, pleading with him to ease my agony. All the tingling feeling in my head and veins was suffocating me. It was like he felt it too. Or he read my mind because one of his hands suddenly left the wheel and he touched me. I gasped when his hands went to the part that mattered most. I looked at him and his eyes were still focused on the road, his jaw still clenched, his fist tightened around the steering causing his knuckles to turn white, and the muscles of his neck bulging. He began moving his fingers. My legs seemed to have a leg of their own as they spread themselves to give them more access. I arched my back and moaned, enjoying the touch of his feelings on my flesh. My head reached for the headrest fit to support and I began to shiver when his strokes became more intense, steady, and faster as he added the right of pleasure. I closed my eyes and panted. Feeling everything all at once.

I moaned his name over and over again, I achieved my release. Another first is because never has any man made me cum from just his fingers. Panting and flushed, I straightened my back as I recline further into the chair, trying to clear my breath and my vision.

"One good turn deserves another. I was told when I was a child. Let me make you feel good," I said after I caught my breath. I leaned towards his side, sliding my hands up his leg, pinching his skin as I did so. A gasp escaped his mouth when I cupped his dick through the material of his jeans pants.

"Margaret!" He warned.

"Shhhh. Focus! You don't want to kill us both, do you?" I continued to massage his prick

"Margaret!" He yelled out again.

"Just focus," I commanded, not freeing his dick.

A soughing groan escaped his mouth as I pressed him harder. I struggled with his belt buckle until I finally managed to undo it. I zip his pang open immediately and guided my hand into his pants and then his boxers, bringing his dick out and began to hand fuck him because hand job might be one of my specialties too.

"Oh my...” His words appear to die in his throat when I pick up space, running my hands through his member in circular, linear, and reverse motion... I unclasped my seatbelt from around my waist and leaned until my mouth touched his dick.

"Fuck" I heard him say through gritted teeth, and I feel his body tense under me. "Mag…ret he rasped out. I circled my tongue around the tip of his dick, tasting his precum. "Hmm, so yummy."

"Fuck this," he gritted out, and the next thing I heard was the sound of tire screeching as he delved out of the road and parked at the corner of the street. "You, my dear little wolf, will be the end of me," he said, pressing me down into him.

"That might be the intention," I said muffle-ly, his shaft still buried down my throat. I pushed him further and further until I felt him at the back of my throat. Not to exaggerate, but damn, this man legit hit the back of my throat!

He gathered my hair in his hands into a ponytail and guided me until he was completely lost in my mouth.