Redemption (23 page)

I gave Oliver a gentle slap on the arm, but touching his skin just made me want to finish our drinks and go straight home or back to the hotel. I started running my fingers up his forearm, and brushed my leg against his.

I usually never got turned on in public, but right now I was ready for the taking. I was already damp between my thighs and Oliver knew it. I’d opened up to him so completely that Oliver could now read me just by looking into my eyes. He knew I wanted him right now, but he just stared at me as he slowly drank his beer.

We were in full view of everyone in the pub, so there wasn’t much more I could do without attracting attention, but I squeezed his firm forearm and bit my lip as I did so, letting out a barely audible gasp.

Oliver finished his drink, so I drunk the rest of my cocktail and picked up my purse assuming we were about to leave. Instead Oliver ordered another round of drinks.

“What are you doing?” I asked impatiently. “I’m ready to leave.”

“I can see that,” Oliver replied. He paid for the drinks and handed me another cocktail. I stared at it incredulously as if the drink could explain what the hell was going on.  

“We would have more fun outside the pub,” I said pointedly. “If you get my meaning. Hint, hint.”

“I get your meaning,” Oliver replied. “I know exactly what you want.” Oliver pulled me close to him and deftly reached his hand up between my legs, touching my wet panties, and then just as quickly moved his hand away again. “But it strikes me that you always get what you want. You need to learn a little patience and discipline.”

“Oh, I’m all for discipline,” I said, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Why don’t we leave and you can discipline me at the hotel?”

“Maybe later,” Oliver replied casually, as if I’d asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee.

The angrier I got, the more I wanted him. That argument Oliver wanted might be a lot closer than he’d realized.  

“What do I have to do to convince you?” I asked. “You want to hear what I thought about last time I touched myself?” Oliver liked it when I told him my fantasies, and I was only to happy to oblige, because he insisted on making them come true.

“Yes,” Oliver said. “But first, open your blouse.”  

My heart raced in my chest as I nervously opened a button on my blouse. I wasn’t revealing that much skin compared to some of the women in this place, but by my standards it was a lot.

“Another one,” Oliver commanded.

Okay, now I was showing a lot of skin. I opened another button, but kept my arm up to hopefully block most onlookers from seeing as much as Oliver could. I wanted to grab his head and thrust them between my breasts. Why the fuck was he doing this to me in a place where I couldn’t actually act out my fantasies?

“Now go take off your panties,” Oliver said, before taking another sip of his beer. “Go to the toilets, take them off, and then come back and put them in my pocket.”

“I’m not taking off my panties, until you’re ready to fuck me,” I said, in a tone dripping with frustration and anger.  

“If you want me to fuck you, then I suggest you do as I say.”  

I was helpless to resist. I’d never been more turned on. No man had ever ordered me around like this—I wouldn’t let them—but with Oliver it was different. He knew he was pushing my boundaries and he knew what I wanted.  

I entered a cubicle and slipped off my panties. They were damp. No, they were drenched. It was all I could do not to touch myself, but if I did that I might not be able to stop. Better to save that for Oliver anyway.

I walked back out into the pub with my panties balled up in my fist, and then I thrust my hand into Oliver’s pocket and placed the panties in there.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

“I’m not feeling like a good girl right now,” I said. “What next, master?”

“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

“I don’t do that anymore,” I lied. “I have you now.”

“You’re lying. I know you touch yourself on those nights we spend apart. What are you thinking about?”

I paused. Whenever I told Oliver my fantasies we always acted them out. I’d been thinking about one thing in particular recently, but wasn’t sure we should do it.

“The park,” I said softly, staring at Oliver. He looked so calm and collected, while I was stood here with my heart racing a mile a minute, and my wetness dripping down the inside of my leg. “The one by your house. I keep thinking of how we go for walks there at night.”  

“And?”

“And maybe one day we take a little detour. Go somewhere dark.”

“And then?”  

“Then you pounce on me. Something overcomes you and you’re on me in flash. Your hands are all over my breasts, then they move down and you slip a few fingers inside me. I’m gushing and you’re hard, pressing your shaft against my ass.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward to whisper in Oliver’s ear, even though there’s far too much noise for anyone to hear us. “Then I hitch up my skirt and you enter me. I’m helpless to resist while you have your way with me. I feel like such a naughty girl.”

I opened my eyes to see Oliver finishing his pint. “Let’s leave,” he said suddenly.

About fucking time, I thought. “I want to finish my drink,” I said with a cheeky grin.

Oliver took the cocktail out of my hand and drank it all in one go. “You’ve finished. Let’s get out of here. I want to go for a walk in the park.”

“You had me a little worried there,” I said, as Oliver practically dragged me down the street on our way to the park. I could barely keep up in my heels; he was going to have to carry me if he wanted me to move much faster. “I thought you were going to keep teasing me until I exploded.”

“That was the idea,” Oliver replied. “But I’m no good at being patient where you’re concerned. This way,” he said, taking me through a gap in the trees that led into the park.

There were people walking around the streets on their way to bars, but the park was quiet. We walked deeper into a wooded area until we had a degree of privacy. I’d never been one for getting even remotely intimate in public, but when you meet the right guy, your likes and dislikes can change in an instant.

We’d picked a warm evening, although being pantiless meant I could feel every slight breeze that blew through the trees. I didn’t care. Right now, I wouldn’t stop even if a thunderstorm erupted overhead.

“This place is good,” Oliver said, as we came to a stop. “No one ever comes here.” 

I threw myself at him, kissing him hard on the lips, while taking his hand and thrusting it between my legs for him to feel my excitement. 

“You keep this side of you very well hidden,” Oliver said, while his fingers lightly explored my pussy lips. “I never would have thought you were so experimental.” 

“Only with you,” I murmured, as I ran my fingers through his hair and savored his touch between my legs. 

“Get on your knees,” Oliver whispered into my ear, before pushing me down to the ground. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

I dropped to the floor and unzipped Oliver’s pants, quickly pulling his member free and licking the salty goodness that had formed on his tip. Oliver had teased me enough tonight, so I took my time exploring his shaft with my tongue, running it slowly from the base to the tip until it was wet all over.

I’d never been one for sucking cock, so when I’d first tried it with Oliver I had been far too timid and shy about the entire thing. I’d handled his cock delicately and only sucked the tip. He’d soon taught me what to do. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was an expert now, but I knew what he liked.

Oliver liked eagerness. He didn’t want me to hold back. I had to suck his cock with the same aggression that I had when I sat on it. I was only too happy to oblige.

I wrapped my lips around his head, savoring the taste, the smell, the throbbing sensation that told me he was eager to explode inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me, admiring me while I sucked on his manhood.

I relaxed my throat and took as much of him in as I could manage, before sucking hard as I came back up for air. The noise of me sucking with my lips clamped around his meat echoed around the park, but that only encouraged me to suck harder.

Oliver’s hands grasped the back of my head and his fingers intertwined through my hair, as he moved my head back and forth, taking control of the pace and leaving me responsible for just sucking as hard as I could.

“That’s one hell of a mouth you have,” Oliver moaned. “I could fuck that sweet little mouth of yours all night.” 

I was in no position to respond, so I just kept sucking until Oliver loosened his grip on my head. He desperately wanted to keep thrusting his cock into my mouth, but I knew he was close to coming and I wanted to stretch this moment out as long as possible.

I used a hand to stoke the base of his shaft which was now wet with my saliva, long strands of it stretching from my lips to his cock. After all Oliver’s teasing, I desperately needed his cock inside me, but I also couldn’t stop sucking him. I had to know what he tasted like when he exploded inside me. 

I grabbed hold of his thighs, and went back to taking his cock deep inside my mouth, making sure my tongue caressed the tip each time I came back up. 

“Fuck, Michelle, I’m going to come,” Oliver warned, as he tried to pull himself away from me. 

I held on tighter to his legs and plunged back down on his cock until it was completely buried inside my mouth. Once Oliver realized he’d reached the point of no return, his hands grabbed hold of my hair again and held my mouth in place as he shot his hot seed inside me. 

I’d never had a man come inside my mouth before, but I swallowed the load on instinct, and then felt two more spurts inside my mouth. This time I didn’t swallow immediately, allowing myself to savor the taste while Oliver’s cock pulsed and then softened in my mouth. Once he’d pulled out, I looked up at him with a mouth full of his liquid, before swallowing the lot back and then smiling. 

“So much for fucking you in the park,” Oliver said, between heavy breaths. “Not that I’m complaining, but I hadn’t been expecting it to go down like that.” 

“That’s not how I’d imagined it either,” I admitted. “But wow. We are definitely doing that again.” I took hold of his hand and headed back in the direction of the house. 

“Where are you going?” Oliver asked. “We haven’t finished yet.” Oliver went to lay down on the floor and pulled me down with him. “Sit on my face.” 

He wasn’t about to get any argument from me. I knelt over his face, close enough to feel his breath on my pussy, and whimpered loudly as his tongue reached out and licked me from my opening all the way up to my clit.

Oliver groaned in appreciation of my taste, and he kept licking me, each time lasting slightly longer. Oliver had gone down on me countless times before, but it felt different when I was lying on my back. This time I felt more exposed. 

“God you taste so fucking good,” Oliver growled. 

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I respond, looking down at his face. Even in the dark I could see it was covered with my juices. 

The more I tried to groan quietly, the louder and fiercer the noises came out. Oliver insisted we had privacy, but I felt sure the entire park would hear me coming on his face. The fear of being caught didn’t act as a turn off—quite the opposite. 

I grabbed Oliver’s hair and started taking control in the same way he had when he fucked my mouth. Now I was riding his tongue, and just like Oliver, I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

Everything seemed to be playing out in the same way as before. I let go of Oliver’s face to drag the bliss out for as long as possible. I opened my blouse completely, and pulled my bra down to free my breasts. Oliver couldn’t see, but I played with my nipples, as much for my own pleasure as his. 

I pinched and tweaked them, while his tongue devoured me, moving from being inside me to licking my pussy lips, to flicking against my clit, before going back inside me my sex. 

I had nothing to hold onto as I came hard against his mouth, so I just squeezed my breasts firmly, pinching the nipples as the orgasm shook through my body in waves.