CHAPTER 37

I am very excited thinking what might happen next. Who knew that I would love a public sexual act?

I can hear Lucas's heavy breathing from down the table. Uh oh, he's nervous. And, I simply adore the situation. He makes things so tough for me, has postponed my birthday sex, now this treatment is all I can afford to put him in his place.

I lean back against my seat, I generously part my legs, to give Lucas easy access to my zipper. I feel his hand moving up and down my crotch, and I takes another sip of champagne.

The waitress suddenly scurries in, and by that time, Lucas seems to be having a hard time unzipping me, due to the waitress being near. Ah, I love this.

"Another champagne flute, please." I smile at her, and she blushes beet red. Oh, darling, you have no idea of what I am going through.

"Sure, Mr. Godfrey." She says, before she bats her eyelashes at me and leaves.

"Lucas, unzip it. Quick." I whisper it loud enough for him to hear.

"Fuck, Godfrey. This is so hard. What if we get caught?" He replies from beneath the table.

"The news headlines will be, “Employee gives his CEO a blowjob in a public restaurant”. I couldn't care less about my reputation, darling." I chuckle, as he kicks me on my right leg and I let out a laugh.

I feel his tongue mouthing my pants, wetting it as he goes round and about the area near my zipper. Fuck. Why doesn't he just get on with it quick?

The waitress places another champagne flute infront of me and I hear Lucas curse under his breath. Poor dear, he's stressed about all this.

I dismiss her with a nod, as she quickly leaves the spot. Good girl. I don't like nosey people. I'm so turned on right now. Lucas tugs at the hem of my trouser, as he finally unzips it and pulls it down.

My boxer gets pulled down next, as he takes me in his mouth. My, this is so hot. His tongue swirls around my full length, as he insists on tasting me yet another time.

He quickens his pace, and I let out a little shaky breath. He moves forward, taking my full length in his mouth.

"Jesus, how far can you take it?" I shakily ask him, as I hear him chuckle. I feel like, I've touched the rear end of his throat.

Holy lord, he's deep throating. The thought itself is arousing. For the next ten minutes, he doesn't stop. His tongue teases me, every time it sucks my shaft, which makes me throw my head back in pleasure.

"Lucas, stop it if you don't want me to cum in your mouth." I say, panting heavily.

"I'm not stopping." He replies, as he continues with his relentless teasing, until I finally reach my climax, filling his mouth.

He quickly fixes my pants, as he gets up and that's when the waitress scurries in with the bill. Oh, good lord.

Did she? I hope she didn't.

"Uh... sir... you were under... the table." She hesitates, as I see Lucas flush.

Okay, Damian Godfrey to the rescue.

"Yeah. His napkin fell down, and he could find it under his seat after all this time." I shrug, as I pay the bill and walk out of the restaurant with Lucas.

"That was hot." Lucas speaks, ardently looking at me for an answer.

"Oh yes. It was. I would definitely make you do it again." I smirk at him as he rolls his eyes.

"The waitress still understood the fuck I was doing under the table." He says, as a matter of fact.

"Yes, love. She did." I place a small kiss on his lips, as we walk towards our car and Luke drives us home.

I quickly strip off my clothes, as I help Lucas out of them as well. I grab his ass with one of my hands, as I push him down on the bed. He lets out a moan which leads me on.

I tip my head down to his chest, placing kisses all over his nakes torso, when something vibrates and catches me off guard.

"What is this?" I say, looking bewildered.

"Damn. It's my phone. Who called at this hour?" He snaps, annoyed. Ah, I know the feeling, Carter.

"Pick it up." I tell him, as he gets down from the bed, and picks up his phone lying on the furnished table near the bed. He puts the phone to his ears, as I hear him say, "Yeah. He is here. You can talk."

Eh? Is “he” referring to me? But, I don't see how. Who could this possibly be? Asking to talk to me at this hour of the night?

He hands me the phone as he speaks, "My parents, Godfrey." Oh no, shit. My scalp prickles with anticipation, I'm so fucking unprepared. He places a hand on my shoulder, as I steady my breath.

"You can do this!" He whispers to me, as I attempt to cool my nerves down.

Okay, Godfrey, I've got this. My subconscious tells me, and I take the phone from Lucas.