His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (6 page)

"Just one," he said.  "Regardless of the fact that  we won't be working in Landseer Tower today, I believe it's far more prudent not to begin the day with inarticulate inebriation."

"Why don't you just say we shouldn't get drunk?" I asked.

"Inarticulate inebriation is a much more satisfying expression," he said, frowning slightly.  "What's wrong with it?  Drunkenness seems more crass, and I have a difficult time thinking of you as crass, Miss Tanner."

"There's nothing wrong with it, I suppose.  I think you're wrong about me, though.  I can be crass, and I think you'd like it."

"Oh?" he asked.

I pressed against him and lifted myself from the bench so I could whisper into his ear.  "Do you remember yesterday when I sucked your cock in your office?  I want to do it again.  I want to feel you in my mouth while I wrap my fingers around your shaft and pump you hard.  I want to squeeze your balls when you cum so I can feel them tight against your body while you spurt into my mouth.  I want to lick the head of your cock clean with my tongue while some of your thick cream drips down my lips and onto my shirt, then I want to swallow everything in my mouth and zip up your pants like nothing happened, except I won't clean my shirt, Lucent.  I'll walk around like that the rest of the day, and everyone will see the stain on my breast, right here."  I pointed to show him, and his eyes followed my finger.  "They won't know, though, but I will."

"You're wearing a dress, Miss Tanner," Lucent said once I finished.  "Not a shirt, nor a blouse."

"Are you being serious right now?  I just said all of that and that's what you have to say?"

He grinned, wicked, then grabbed my side and pulled me close to him, jamming our bodies together.

"I wouldn't let you suck my cock," he whispered to me, some harsh and rugged growl, quiet and yet somehow not.  "I may let you put my cock in your mouth and allow you to pump my shaft for starters, but then I'd pull you up and throw you across this very table, belly down.  I'd pull up the skirt of your dress and rip off your underwear, then slam into you.  I'd fill you, Miss Tanner, with my potent seed, but not before I felt you clench in climax whether you liked it or not.  I'd make you do it.  You're mine; all of you.  And then I'd have you sit back on the bench as if nothing happened, while my cum acted as a constant reminder of who you belong to all throughout our meal.  Then, once we finished?  I'd pay for the meal and offer your panties as a tip, Miss Tanner.  You'd never seen them again."

I sat there, tight against Lucent's side, mouth agape.  "Um... you can't give Sam my panties!  That's not alright!"

I forgot to be quiet.  Lucent laughed at me.  I turned fast to look towards the deli counter and the kitchen area, trying to see if Sam had heard me.  If he did, he didn't show any signs of it.  Granted, I couldn't really see him well from here, so who knew?

"Lucent, that's not a thing, is it?  A BDSM thing?  Do those dominants or masters or whatever really give their submissive's panties away?  I don't like that."

He smirked.  "It's possible they might do it, I suppose.  I've never considered doing it, if that makes you feel better."

"So you wouldn't, right?  You won't?" I asked.  I didn't think he would, but better sure than sorry.

"Miss Tanner," Lucent said, breathing in deep and puffing up his chest.  "I would never give anyone your panties.  I'd keep them to myself.  If I must, I'd stuff them in my pocket, but you can be sure of my continued protection of your undergarments."

"So you're saying that if you did all those things you just said and we had sex on this table in Sam's deli, you'd just keep my panties in your pocket and not give them back to me?  Because I think I'd kind of want you to give them back to me."

"I'd consider giving them back to you after a time," he said.

"I don't know how I feel about not being able to clean up afterwards, either."

"An unfortunate consequence of having sex in a deli," Lucent said with an apologetic shrug.  "There are no showers."

"I could at least go to the bathroom, don't you think?"

"I thought we were attempting to be as crass as possible," Lucent countered.  "Wasn't that your intention from the start?"

"Oh," I said.  Yes, yes it was, wasn't it?  "Oops.  I forgot."

He bent low and whispered to me again.  "I really would love to fuck you, Miss Tanner.  This morning was exquisite. 
Tu me manques.  Tu m'excites
."

Oh, French was it?  Two could play at that game.

"
Embrasse-moi
," I said sweetly.  "
Partout.  Baise-moi et fais-moi jouir, maitre Storme.  Je suis a toi.
"

Lucent's grin nearly split his face.  I smiled back at him, delighted.

"I'll kiss you," he said, pressing his lips to mine.  "Just here for now, Miss Tanner.  The rest will have to come later, but I guarantee you it will."

"
Cum
later?" I asked, feigning demurity.

He chuckled.  "Indeed."

Unfortunately our verbal foreplay was interrupted by Sam arriving with our breakfast.  "Sorry to intrude on your French lessons, but I didn't want this to get cold," he said.

I blushed and muttered and slipped away slightly to the side to give Lucent some space.  He countered me by pulling me close to him again; and easily at that, since he still had his hand around my waist.  I continued blushing, more than embarrassed, but I nuzzled my cheek against Lucent's shoulder to try and hide it.  That masked a part of my red face, even if it did nothing for the other half.  Something was better than nothing, right?

"I'll be right back with the drinks," Sam said.  "Let me know how it is.  I added some confectioner's sugar, Elise.  I hope you don't mind."

I stared at my pancake sandwich, forgetting my abrupt embarrassment.  There it was, in all its glory, powdered sugar and all.  It looked delicious.

"I think it's good," I said.  "I'll definitely try it to make sure, though."

Sam smiled.  "Great."  To Lucent, he added.  "Sorry, Lucent.  No sugar for yours.  It wouldn't have worked."

Lucent nodded.  "Most assuredly not.  That's fine.  I'm sure that—"

"Do you want to split them?" I asked Lucent, not realizing what he was about to say.  "You can have half of mine and I'll have half of yours?"

"—Yes," Lucent continued.  "I'm sure that Miss Tanner will gladly want to share meals."

"Oh," I said.  Well, yes, and that was that.  "Cut yours in half and I'll cut mine and then we can trade."

Sam reached into his apron and handed us two sets of cutlery wrapped in paper napkins, then left to get our drinks.

Lucent meticulously unwrapped his knife and fork, then unfolded the napkin and set it in his lap.  Steady and neat, he sliced his sandwich in half, surveying his good work.

I did something similar, except it wasn't nearly as meticulous or neat.  My napkin lay haphazardly in my lap, and I tried to cut the sandwich nicely but I might have gotten a dull knife.  That's what I preferred to tell myself, at least.  My sandwich halves looked a little ragged and worn compared to Lucent's neat and perfect split, but a sandwich was a sandwich, right?

Sam brought our drinks, which amounted to a whole lot of glasses.  He served the mimosas in fine champagne flutes, which was a nice touch.  Honestly, I thought he kept them around just for me and Lucent.  Or, at least I didn't think most delis were known for their champagne flutes.  The water and juice came in regular glasses, but that was fine by me.  Then he left us to our own devices.

Lucent transferred half of his sandwich to my plate, then half of my sandwich to his.  I let him, because he was much neater at it than me.  Also, there was room to make a lot of mess with these.  His was slightly less messy, but mine was enormously messy, so...

The napkin in my lap didn't look dutiful enough to take a lot of abuse.  It was for the best.

Pancake sandwiches at Sam's were also possibly the best.  I'd never heard of one before coming here, but I thought they should be more of a thing that people did everywhere.  He split a sub roll mostly in half, then dipped it lightly in pancake batter, and cooked it like that.  The inside was just regular bread, but the outside was more like a pancake.  Then he folded it back up carefully to look like a roll again, and filled it with an assortment of different things.

Lucent's had eggs and sausage with aged cheddar, or sometimes he got Cheshire cheese which was similar and also very good.  Mine was with the mascarpone sort of sweet cream cheese dip or spread or whatever you wanted to call it; it was more like a sticky syrup than a hard spread, made specially by Sam himself.  Plus mine had all sorts of delicious fruit.  It was good.  I hadn't eaten any yet, but it was good.

Lucent cut a piece of his off with his fork and knife, then brought it to his mouth.  I had a fork and knife, but this was a sandwich, so I picked it up carefully with both hands and ate it like that.  I took my half first, because I wanted to try it.  Gooey fruit and sweet cream cheese spread dribbled onto my lips and my chin when I took a bite.

I chewed, smiling blissfully, then swallowed.  Yum...

Lucent ducked towards me and kissed the mess off my lips, then licked down my chin, stealing away some of my food.

"That was mine," I said, pouting.

He grinned.  "You're going to make a mess."

"So you think you can just kiss me and lick me whenever you want, is that it?" I asked.

"If I kissed and licked you as I wished, I think we both might make more of a mess more of the time," he said, winking.

"You think you're that good, do you?"

He cut off a piece of one of the sandwich halves in my plate, then brought it to my lips.  I opened my mouth without thinking and let him feed me like that.

"I know it's kind of silly," I said, "but I like when you feed me."

"Do you?" he asked.

"Don't pretend you don't know," I said.  "Also, you are that good, too."

"Hm?"

"At... at kissing and licking and mess making," I said, turning shy all of a sudden.  I didn't know why, because I shouldn't really feel that way, but I did.  Lucent made me shy, and bold, and confident, comfortable, and timid but in a good sort of way.  Perhaps reluctant, yet curious and open.  Interested?  Yes. 

"Am I good, too?" I asked.

"At what?" he asked.  He sliced a piece of sandwich for himself, then another one for me.

"Um... you know?  Kissing and licking and mess making?"

"You're wonderful at kissing, Miss Tanner.  Exceptional at licking, as well.  As far as mess making, I'm uncertain if your talents go that far.  For food, perhaps you are adequately messy," he said, pretending to glare at me.  "Sexually, let's just say you clean up well."

"Look, Lucent," I said, puffing up my chest.  "If I'm giving you a blowjob or handjob or whatever, I don't want it to get on the rug.  I think that can stain it, right?  Who wants stains on their rug?  I know I wouldn't."

"Yes, of course not.  There are other alternatives, though, Miss Tanner.  Faces, breasts, bare bodies, stomachs, backs.  Legs?"

"Are you saying you want to cum on my face or my breasts?" I asked.  "I don't know how I feel about my stomach, though."

"I didn't say that.  I merely meant to say that if you're aiming to be a top notch mess maker, you have options.  Swallowing isn't always the only choice."  He paused for a second.  "Why not on your stomach?"

"I'm going to explain this to you.  Maybe it will sound odd, but listen to everything first," I said; he nodded.  "If we're in a position where it's easy and possible for you to cum on my stomach, I assume that I'm laying down and you're above me.  That's the easiest position I can think of for that.  And, if that's the case, then I would rather you have your cock inside me and you cum there.  I like that a lot.  It feels nice and sexy."

Lucent raised one brow.  "Did you just say
cock
, Miss Tanner?"

"Yes, Lucent."  I said it again, slower.  "
Cock
."

"You want me to fuck you and cum inside of you then?" he asked, still one brow raised.

"I wouldn't entirely be opposed."

He laughed.  "You wouldn't entirely be opposed?  That sounds like something I would say."

"It might be.  I wanted to say it, though.  Now it's something I would say, because I said it."

He smiled and fed himself more of his sandwich, then fed me more of mine.

"Should we try that sometime?" I asked, thinking of something else.

"Considering you're on birth control, we do that most of the time we have sex."

"No, um..."  I opened my mouth for more food, chewing and then swallowing before I continued.  "I meant..."  I glanced towards the deli counter, the door, and then the kitchens, seeing if anyone could hear me.  I didn't know why I wanted to do that now, instead of maybe doing it before we started having this conversation at all, but it seemed appropriate.  Whispering, I said, "If I give you a blowjob, next time do you want to cum on my breasts?  That might be sexy.  I don't know why, I just think it might be.  And... I don't know.  Is that sexy?  Do you think it would be nice?"

"Excuse me for this," Lucent said.  "If you did that, Miss Tanner, I think I might become hard again instantly and throw you down and fuck you right there.  No hesitation or waiting."

"It's kind of hot, huh?  It does sound sexy and fun.  I don't know.  I've never done that.  I don't think I've even thought of doing that before now.  I might want to try it, though.  Not with a shirt on.  I'd have to be naked.  Or at least with my shirt and bra off.  Hm..."

"I'll leave the planning up to you.  Feel free to surprise me whenever you'd like."

"I think I shall," I said, lifting my nose up, determined.  It made me laugh.  Oh, yes, I was sexually determined to surprise Lucent by spreading his cum all over my breasts, teasing it across my nipples and my curves, then watching him spring into a lusty fervor and fuck me hard.

I thought maybe anyone would become sexually determined in that case.  I thought maybe I was very lucky to have someone like Lucent to gladly support my determination.