As I move back, she rubs her thumb over my lips. “Lipstick.”
“Have I told you how much I love your red lips?”
“You told me quite a few times last night.” A spark of mischief enters her eyes, and it has my cock sitting up and paying attention,
“You know, I could have met you here. Save you driving out to my place and then back on yourself.” She’s referring to the fact that we’re in Mayfair, a few minutes from my house.
“No way would I ever have you meet me out. We are on a date, and I pick my girl up for our dates.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“My girl?” I stop at the door.
“Mmhmm.”
“Well, you are.”
The smile she gives me leaves me feeling a little breathless.
I open the door, letting India through first. The smell of this place always reminds me of home.
“Mr. Silva, good evening. I have your table ready for you.”
“Thank you, Miguel.”
I follow Miguel to the table I requested, which is a booth in the back. The restaurant is busy tonight, but the positioning of this booth gives us total privacy. Just what I want with India.
India slides into the booth. Instead of sitting opposite her, I take the seat next to her. I plan on having my hands on her a lot this evening.
When we’re seated, we order our drinks, and Miguel leaves us with the menus. I don’t need to open mine. I know everything on this menu.
India removes her jacket, and I am greeted with an amazing view of her cleavage from the plunging neckline of her dress. My cock starts to harden. She opens her menu, leaning forward to read it, and I can see straight down her dress.
“What’s best to eat here?” she asks without looking at me.
“Everything. But I’m only hungry for one thing right now—you.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“You look seriously hot in that dress.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I more than like it.”
She bites her lip, and my cock jerks. Her lip biting really does it for me.
“Are you ready to order?” Miguel appears back at the table with our drinks.
I have to contain my growl of annoyance at the interruption.
“Do you want me to order for us both?” I ask India.
“Sure.”
I quickly place our order with Miguel, so he can fuck off and leave us alone.
“This place is amazing.” She picks her wine up, taking a sip.
“Thank you.”
“I can’t believe you own a restaurant and that I didn’t even know about it.” Smiling, she shakes her head. “I thought I knew a lot about you, but I feel like there’s still so much for me to learn.”
“Ask me anything. I’ll answer. You know that.” I give her a look, referring to our sessions, where I wasn’t exactly shy on divulging information.
“Any more businesses that I don’t know about?”
“No. Just the one.”
“How old were you when you started racing cars?”
I shrug. “Young. A teenager.”
“First race you won?”
“Well, aside from the illegal street racing I used to do…” I see her eyes flash with danger. “A junior rally championship back home in Brazil when I was fourteen.”
“So, you were a bad boy when you were younger?”
“I’m still bad now.” I grin.
She rests her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. “I bet being the hot racing bad boy got you a lot of girls.”
“I did all right.” I give a lazy shrug.
“First serious girlfriend?”
“Larissa Garcia.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Sixteen.”
“With Larissa?”
“No. With Larissa’s older sister, Marisa. She was eighteen.”
“You’re kidding?” She lets out a shocked-sounding laugh.
“No. It was why Larissa and I broke up. I was a bit of a shit when I was a kid.” I chuckle, pulling a face.
“And as an adult.” She raises a brow in reference to my conquests, which she knows all about from our therapy sessions. The only downside of dating my therapist.
My playful mood takes a quick nosedive.
“That’s who I was. I am not that man anymore.”
“I know,” she says softly, her hand touching my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I bring my eyes to hers. “No, you weren’t wrong. I just want you to know, that guy before…he is in the past. You are my future.”
The happiness that shines in her eyes makes my heart beat faster.
“You’re my future, too.” She leans in and kisses my lips. “I love you, Leandro.” Her words whisper over my skin, heightening my need for her.
I take over the kiss, my hand in her hair, tilting her head back so that I can kiss her deeper. My other hand grips her hip, pulling her closer to me. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
I break off from the kiss, breathing heavily, as I stare into her dilated eyes. “You want to know something else about me?”
She nods.
“I get off on making my beautiful girlfriend come in public places.” I move my hand down to her thigh, and slip my fingers under the hem of her dress.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t falter, doesn’t look away from me.
“Could we be seen?” she whispers, sounding breathless.
“Only if someone comes over.”
Excitement flares in her eyes. Then, her legs part in invitation. A shiver of pleasure ripples down my back, heading straight for my cock.
I angle my body toward her so that if someone does come over, all they’d see is my back. I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. My fingers meet with silk panties that are damp already.
“You are wet for me,” I whisper. Leaning in, I press my lips to her throat.
“Always.”
I run the tip of my finger over her panties. She squirms against my hand. Wanting to feel her, I push the fabric aside and slip a finger inside her. She moans a little too loud, so I capture her mouth with mine.
“Hush. No sound, babe. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you come all over my hand, and you can’t make a sound.”
My eyes stare into hers as she whispers, “I’ll be quiet. Please make me come. I need this…you.”
On a growl, I start fucking her with my fingers, rubbing my thumb over her clit, loving the way she clamps around me so greedily.
I am so fucking turned on. I am either going to come in my pants or bend her over this table and fuck the hell out of her with everyone watching.
“Oh God…” she whispers, trembling against me. “I’m so close.”
“That’s it, India. Come for me. Show me what I do to you.”
Her eyes stare deep into mine, and I feel her orgasm erupt through her as she tightens around my fingers. Total bliss covers her face as her body shudders with her release. When she’s done, she falls against me.
I slip my fingers out, putting her panties back in place. “You okay?”
“I’m better than okay.” She lifts her head, eyes on me. “That was amazing.”
Her face is flushed from the orgasm, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“It was definitely something.” God, I need to be inside her so fucking bad. I don’t know if I can make it through this dinner.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” She gives me a shy look.
I find it amusing, considering that, a minute ago, she had my fingers inside her while she came around them, and now she’s embarrassed.
“Believe it, babe, because we will be doing that often. I intend on making you come everywhere I can.”
I put the fingers that were just inside her in my mouth and suck her from me.
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esire reignites in her eyes. “How long will dinner take?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to get back to your place as soon as possible, so I can return the favor.” Her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock, which is straining against my zipper.
I thought she would never fucking ask. “We can get the food to go?”
Her eyes come back to mine, an undeniable heat in them. “Let’s do it.”
“SO MUCH FOR DINNER.” I laugh lightly as we walk through Leandro’s front door, the food containers in my hand.
“Hey, don’t blame me. You were the one who suggested it.”
“I know. I’m not complaining.” I sashay in front of him moving down the hall, heading for the kitchen. “Just wondering if we’ll make it through a date before checking out early and coming back here to have sex.”
“We’re going to have sex?”
I turn to see him standing in the doorway. A smirk on his sexy face.
Turning away, I put the containers on the breakfast island. “We could just eat if you’d like?”
“Fuck, no.” His chest hits my back, pinning my front to the island. He brushes my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck. “I have been desperate to be back inside you ever since you left this morning.” He skims his fingers up the outside of my thigh, lifting my dress. “Let’s get rid of these.”
His lips brush over my ear, making me shudder, as his fingers curl into the elastic of my knickers. He tugs them down.
Letting them fall down my legs, I step out of them before kicking them aside.
He hitches my dress over my waist. “You have an amazing ass, India.”
I glance down at him as he lowers to his knees. He presses a kiss to my bottom, skimming his teeth over my skin, making me shudder. Then, he slides a finger through my folds, and I whimper an unintelligible sound.
“Chest flat to the countertop and spread your legs, India.”
Without hesitation, I do as he asked. I know my quick compliance turns him on.
His hands palm my bum cheeks, spreading them. I feel his breath blow over me, and then his hot tongue touches my clit, making my knees nearly give out on me.
“Leandro!” I cry out, gripping the far edge of the counter with my fingertips.
He doesn’t let up. He pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, and then slides it back to my clit, swirling it around.
Then, he’s leaving me. He gets to his feet. Arm around my waist, he straightens me up and turns me to face him. “I want you naked. Now.”
He drags my dress over my head. My bra is next to go. I’m naked, except for my heels, while he’s still fully clothed.
He lifts me, setting me on the island. His body against mine, the cotton of his shirt brushes my hard nipples and the roughness of his trousers rubs against my clit, arousing me further, as he leads me into the wettest, hottest kiss I have ever had.
Then, he suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.
“Don’t move.” He walks over to his refrigerator, taking off his cuff links. He tosses them on the counter and removes his shirt, giving me the sight of his gorgeous body.
Holy fuck he’s stunning.
I can’t believe how lucky I got with Leandro. He could have any woman he wants, yet, for some reason he wants me.
I watch as he opens the door to the freezer and pulls out a tray of ice cubes. I tilt my head with interest. He brings the tray back with him. Then, he turns it over and empties the contents on the countertop beside me.
Some of the ice cubes slide toward me, touching my thigh, chilling me.
Picking up a single ice cube, Leandro brings it to my breast and runs it over my nipple, making me shiver.
Removing it from me, he leans down and closes his mouth around the same nipple, and sucks hard. Holy fuck that feels good. The contrast of cold and hot sends desire lancing through me.
His mouth leaves my breast, and he places the ice cube back on my body, taking it on a journey between my breasts and down my stomach, his tongue following the trails of water south.
When he reaches my hipbone, he straightens and tosses the used ice cube on the counter. He picks up a fresh one.
Dark eyes on mine, he places it in his mouth, holding it between his lips, and then he drops to his knees, pushes my thighs apart, and puts his mouth on me.
“Oh my god!” I scream out.
The cold against my heated swollen clit is like nothing I have ever felt before.
I just need…more of him. More of this.
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.” I grab his hair, trying to bring his mouth back to where I need it.
His chuckle is dark and erotic. I hear the crack of the ice cube in his mouth as he bites it. Then, his mouth is back on me, and he slides the pad of his tongue, which is covered in ice, up my clit.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Holy fuck.” My arms give out their support, and I fall back on the counter while Leandro continues to toy with my clit. He slides a finger inside me, and starts to fuck me with it, as he continues his merciless ice play on my clit. Then, I feel him wetting another finger on my pussy, and that one moves to my bum hole, and begins teasing it.
“Yes,” I breathe out, letting him know I want him there.
I have never let anyone touch me there before Leandro. I can’t believe how much I like him doing it. It just feels so darkly erotic and hot, and it makes me come like I never knew possible.
He groans against me, then, slips his finger inside my bum.
Fucking both my holes, he sucks my clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, and I’m done for.
I go off like a rocket. Screaming my way through the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, my body convulses, my muscles locking up tight.
I’m still coming down from the high when I hear his zipper being lowered.
I struggle up onto my elbows, looking at him, seeing an undisguised animalistic look of raw need on his face.
His need for me.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
“I’m clean. My last checkup was right before the first time we had sex, and you know there has been no one since. I want to fuck you without a condom. I want to feel your tight pussy around me while I come inside you.”
Jesus. I love how he talks so blatantly about sex.
“I want that, too.”
His gaze softens on me momentarily, and then that hungry look flares back in his eyes. Hands curled around the backs of my thighs, he pulls me forward until my bum is on the edge of the island.
He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down my center, teasing me.
“Leandro, please.” I push against him, digging the heels of my shoes into his bum, trying to put him where I want him. I’m desperate to have him inside me.
In response, he takes hold of my legs. Sliding his hands to my feet, he removes both of my shoes, letting them drop to the floor.
He places my feet on counter edge. “Patience,” he tells me, his voice so low it makes me shiver.
“I want you inside me.” I look him in the eyes. “I thought you wanted me, too?”
“You know I do.” He presses the head of his cock against my entrance. “But I am the one in control here, India.” His accent has gotten thicker, turning me on further.
“So, be in control, and just fuck me.”
He lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back. Then, his eyes are back on mine. Pinning me with his heated stare, he slams inside me, giving me what I want, and need.
“Yes!” I cry out at the feel of him, so big and thick, filling me.
“Fuck,” he growls, stilling inside me. “You feel unbelievable, India. So tight and hot. Fucking amazing.”
His hands slide up my stomach. He takes my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a bolt of lust straight to my clit. I squirm against him, needing the friction.
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p; Moving his hands from my breasts, his large hands cup my face. His thumbs press against my throat. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”
He pulls out of me and very slowly pushes back in.
Then, he leans over me, his chest pressed against mine, his cock nestled deep inside me. Without looking away from my eyes he kisses me. “I fucking love you,” he says against my lips. “And I love fucking you.”
“I love you. And I love being fucked by you, too, baby.”
His eyes flash at my term of endearment.
Keeping hold of my face with one hand, his other presses to the counter beside me, and he fucks me there on his breakfast island until we’re both hot and sweaty and coming hard.
INDIA AND I HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY TOGETHER for a few weeks, and it has been the best time of my life.
There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t seen her even if only to have lunch with her. I want to be sure not to take too much of her time away from Jett. But it is damn hard not being with her.
We have been out a few times with Jett to the cinema and bowling, and we went up to his karting track one day.
Honestly, the kid is awesome. He’s totally stealing my heart.
I have never spent much time around kids before, but Jett is smart beyond his years. He absolutely adores his mother. And he races really well.
I am getting on great with Kit, too, which is good, as he and India are really close.
We are in Budapest for this leg of the season. Jett, Kit, and India are with me.
I have managed to keep India out of the press since we started dating, but now that she is here with me, it is impossible. I’m staring down at the news on my iPad, and there is a picture of India and me that was taken yesterday at a sponsor event. She is detailed as my mystery blonde. I stifle a laugh at the term. But India being a mystery to the press won’t last long. When they realize she’s staying here with me and that she has a son, they will look into exactly who she is.
“Is that us?”
I didn’t hear her come up behind me.
I glance over my shoulder at her. She’s wearing my T-shirt. Her hair is all tousled from sleep and from when my hands were wrapped up in it when I was pounding inside her from behind. She looks fucking beautiful.