“Thanks for coming, Pretty,” he said. I nodded. He began to dish the food himself. My body reacted crazy to his scent and it kind of gave me a quick reminder of what we had done the previous day. I fought the surge of wetness that gathered in-between my legs that instant. This guy was incredibly cute and then looks magnetically pleasing in the eyes. Seeing him already made me forget that I had been worried about something. I was just happy seeing him by my side. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
He put in some sliced chicken inside my plate, laced it with some tomatoes, cucumber, sauce, and placed it in front of me. Only from the look of the food set before me, I concluded without any sort of investigation that it must be delicious. Whoever had prepared this had made a wonderful meal, I thought. I became excessively hungry immediately. I watched the Alpha as he poured in some juice inside a glass cup and placed it beside the plate. He sat back in his chair. “Please, eat your food,” he told me, gesturing. His voice was sweet- always, toneless, scratch-less too. I wasn’t sure if I found the right word. I wish he would keep on speaking because he makes me happy listening to him.
He sat beside me. I did taste the food, I wasn’t disappointed after all. The food was just as sweet as it looked. I wanted him to see me smiling so he would know how delicious I acknowledged the food to be. Surprisingly when I turned, he wasn’t eating. He was just watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite find words to describe. “Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
“I don’t have the appetite.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t,” he said. “Unless you will make me.”
I giggled. At least now I know he wasn’t sick or something like that. “And how do I make you have the appetite to eat?”
“You feed me.”
“Seriously?” I said, smiling.
He kept his expression as though he was a newborn baby. I laughed again. I loved it. “Okay, then,” I said. I shifted my chair very close to him. He opened his mouth even when I hadn’t yet told him to and closed his eyes. I choked on a laugh. I dished a sizable chicken and fed him, he chewed and swallowed at once.
“Again?” he said, his eyes still closed. I dished one more and fed him. He chewed it and swallowed.
“Again!” he commanded.
I laughed through my lips were closed. “No,” I said. “My turn.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me, his smile potent. His wiry curls darted around his face, he brushed them away with his finger. He grabbed the same spoon I had used to feed him from my hand. He dug up the first meat and fed me. I took it with some added grace of confidence, my eyes opened. I didn’t quite enjoy it so I decided to close my eyes the second time. It felt nice. It felt different. I expected the third one but it never came. Shit, I was already getting pissed off. I was still waiting, growing more impatient. But then, I felt his warm hands at the back of my neck. It was a kiss. I didn’t react because I didn’t know how to. I didn’t kiss back because I didn’t expect it. But on the other hand, I wanted him to take control. I knew I wanted more of him but I was maybe too shy to speak out. Since I didn’t start the session first, I allowed him to have it his way. He kissed my lips till I began to feel it soften. He brought out his tongue and licked my face, from my lips to my forehead, it felt tingly. It felt so good that I grew a sudden desire to pull my body away from him. The desire to allow him to continue won anyway, so I resisted it. The feeling was good, it was warm. He licked further until he came to my neck. I couldn’t take it without releasing a gasp. The tingling sensation was too brazen for me to contain, his kiss too hot. I let my mouth open with a gasp and immediately opened my eyes. Drake’s scent was all over me, towering over my sense of rationality. I felt like I should close my eyes forever and let him continue with it. But I just couldn’t. I wanted to see it happen. I wanted to witness everything right in my presence. He gently began to slow down when his kiss fell back to my lips again. We both breathed loud and hard. We avoided looking into each other’s faces for a while.
“I think I now have the appetite,” he said without looking.
I smiled. “Are you sure? You sure you don’t need more of those hot appetite lessons?”
He smiled looking at me. “Not the time nor the place,” he said. “Eat.”
He began to eat while I followed him too. But we didn’t do that for so long. He placed his left palm on my thigh, slowly scratching back and forth. I gulped. I looked into his eyes, he gazed into mine, crazy and sexual gaze taking over his expression. I could almost see my reflection on his eyeballs as they burned green. He grabbed the spoon with his right hand and began to feed himself.
“I told you,” he said. “Eat.”
I smiled. I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to eat without saying a word. The milky lingerie I wore offered no protection at his fingers. His fingers scraped at the end of lingerie, gently lifting it to my thigh. The tip of his fingernails touched my skin as he moved up my lingerie, sending a bizarre sensation up my brain. In a matter of seconds, his finger was already was at the edge of my red underwear.
I gulped. “Not the time nor the place,” I managed to say in between gasp. He smiled and continued without stopping. My legs were under the table but my hip wasn’t. I could almost see my pants as my lingerie hung above my waist. He dropped the spoon he held in his right hand and placed the other hand on my right knee. He later kept the other hand on my left knee. He opened my legs wide. I gasped. I relaxed back at the chair to afford him a better view of what he was looking for. I rested my head on the chair and closed my eyes. He began to caress the tip of my pussy without even removing my underwear. I moaned softly as his hands traveled at a definite and composing speed, spreading uniformly on the whole area. Fuck, he knows exactly what he was doing. I held the chair tight, very tight. My legs began to shake uncontrollably as he continued to scratch the surface with a feral speed. He stopped and drifted his chair backward. I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. Goodness, he grabbed my legs and clapped them together as though I weigh less than a feather. He grabbed my underwear and flung it away at once.
“We are in the dining room, Remember?” I moaned out.
“That should make it more interesting. Unique. Rare. Less stressful.” He made sure he spoke every word one at a time.
“Not if we get caught.”
“Until then.”
I heard a knock at the door. I gasped. I remembered I hadn’t closed it when I came in. “Who is it?” Drake asked.
“Simon.” What had he come to do? I wish nobody was going to interfere.
Drake left three long kisses on my laps, the action spooked me, causing me to wet more. I wish Simon was never here. “Can I do anything for you now?” Drake asked. He still kissed again, kneeling.
“Not for me but for you.”
Drake stopped kissing. I think he was going to answer Simon. I quickly reminded myself that my underwear was hanging somewhere around on the floor. If Simon enters and sees it, then that would be really awkward. I quickly searched for it but couldn’t see exactly where the Alpha had thrown it to. Drake stood up and kissed me on my lips. I grabbed his head, closed my head, and kissed him. He could have continued kissing if I hadn’t nudged him to take the door.
He left. I clamped my legs together, crossing them. I wouldn’t want my pussy to be the first thing Simon’s eyes would see when he enters the room. “Good Morning, Alpha,” Simon said.
The Alpha responded and they spent the next couple of seconds talking about something related to the Alpha’s convention. Drake allowed his friend to come inside the dining hall.
“Hi Thelma,” Simon said, waving.
“Hi Simon,” I said, waving back. Simon had been the only person I remembered that called me by my name. He sat on one of the empty chairs. Drake came and assumed the same sitting position as before.
“Have fun joining us,” Drake said, gesturing with his hand to the table.
“That would be nice but thank you,” Simon said. He looked at a bottle of water on the table. “Water will be okay.” He grabbed a bottle of water on the table and unfastened the lid.
“You were saying. . .” Drake kept his hand on my lap. From where Simon was sitting, he wouldn’t have seen the Alpha’s hand. But yet, I wasn’t too confident about it. This time, the Alpha didn’t caress me with the tips of his fingernails. He spread out his palm, circled it around my lap, and forced me to uncross my legs. I tried to pretend, I tried not to make some kind of movement that would make Simon suspect us of doing something.
“The high-ups sent a reminder message this morning. I think they wouldn’t fancy the idea of anyone’s absence from the convention this time.” Simon took a sip from the transparent water bottle he held in his hand.
“Had there been a time my absence was underscored?” Drake asked. His voice sounded salacious.
Simon flashed me a glance and looked away immediately. “I would say negative, Alpha,” Simon said.
“Then you needn’t worry about my presence if you would be so kind to remind me, Sim.”
“I will do just that but you know that this demands more than a mere share of presence.”
Drake snorted. He scratched my laps again, pulled up my lingerie, and placed his hands warmly on my pussy. He hadn’t started making any movement yet but I had started taking note of the spiraling, rattling movement the hairs on my back were making. “You have made that point known before.”
“I did,” Simon agreed. “But I didn’t elaborate a particular point because of time.”
Drake inserted his middle finger inside my pussy, fingering hard. I heaved a sigh, rose a little from my, and still assumed the sitting posture quickly. I still managed to keep a balanced expression on my face because of Simon. But on the other hand, I wondered how he was able to strike a balance between having a reasonable conversation and having fun. “Not the place nor the time,” I said quietly.
Simon looked at me, frowning. “What did you say?” Simon asked.
“Yes, what did you say?” Drake joined him.
I studied both faces for a second. “Sorry to interrupt.” I caught the Alpha hiding his smile. He continued doing what he was secretly doing to me. Fuck. He didn’t slow down. I was more worried about Simon’s presence than ever. His fingers were driving me crazy. I didn’t know what possessed him. It was as though he didn’t care. For the rest of the five or maybe four more minutes Simon stayed in the room, I didn’t quite understand a thing he said. I only paid attention when I saw him leaving. Drake stood up and went after him, closing the door as he left.
That was a relief. A big relief.