CHAPTER ELEVEN
Am doing this again.
I stare at Dylan with my mouth wide open, I had never seen him this angry before. Although I knew he always stood up for me, I wasn’t expecting it to be as intense as he had just done.
I set the phone aside and turn over to him with a bright smile.
“Are you okay?” He asked with curious eyes. I am at the venge of bursting into laughter, but I somehow managed to control myself.
Of course I was perfectly fine, it’s not like I was physically abused or insulted by Raymond.
I still try keep my face in a frown. Pretending to be sad but deep down, I was screaming with excitement.
I knew I was taking this too personal but seriously, I didn’t care at the moment.
“I am fine.” I said, sober.
“That rascal, I will grind his bone and feed them to the birds of the earth!” His eyes turn strangely dark and I am left amazed that he is able to do that.
I shoved off the shock, placing my hand on his as I speak gently.
“Dylan, I admire the chivalry, but you can’t just threaten to kill someone because they’re annoying me. Yes, you care a lot about me but that shouldn’t make you go extreme you know.” I huffed, lifting my eyes to meet his gaze.
“He has no right to talk to you, no right even to look at you, after what he did. He had the most precious thing in the world – your love – and he threw it away.”
I listened as he said those words, for a moment, I felt the air around me tightened as I looked down.
God, why is that so hot? Am I blushing? I’m sure I’m blushing. I hope Dylan doesn’t notice.
He kept praising me and telling me how much Raymond didn’t deserve me until I can no longer take it anymore.
Gosh! Everything about this guy over here literally turns me on. I moaned, pushing my hand below the table and touching my pussy. In as much as I wanted to do this, I didn’t want anyone catching me at all. Not even Dylan!
“Uhm… excuse me I really need to go to the bathroom.” I made up the nearest excuse to go and sort myself out.
Dylan stares down at me, it’s obvious something is wrong but he can’t place his fingers in anything.
“Is there any problem?” He asked.
I shook my head in disapproval, standing off the car.
“Nope! nothing at all.” I tried to fake a smile while running off.
I hurried to the bathroom, looking left then right to see if there was anyone around. I couldn’t risk it, masterbating in the bathroom and then someone walks in accidentally or worse, Dylan walks! I bit my lip, realizing I would really love it if he could be with me right now but reality struck me. He doesn’t even know how much I am dying to have him inside me.
I touched my clit one last time, I know it would be stupid to do what I’m thinking of doing, but if I want to have any sort of intelligent conversation with Dylan during the rest of my lunch break, I don’t think I have
much of a choice.
I know that he was wrong to threaten Raymond, but his protectiveness is solo alarmingly arousing that I find myself throbbing with sudden need. I push a hand down my pants, my fingers quickly finding my clit.
There isn’t time to savor much about this. I rubbed quickly, my mind full of Dylan’s fierce eyes as he stood up for me.
It’s awkward trying to do this in the stall, which was kind of a public place but I’m too turned on to care. I imagine Dylan turning that protective, possessive gaze on me in the bedroom when we’re both naked.
I push my pants further down so that I can spread my legs. I keep my right hand on my clit, and let two fingers of my left slip into my pussy
My reach isn’t as good as when I had the dildo, but I’m hardly in a position to be choosy right now.
I wonder what Dylan’s fingers would feel like inside me. They’re bigger than mine. I imagine him pushing three fingers inside me, stretching my pussy. He starts pumping his fingers into me as he leans down to my
breasts.
His teeth brush over my nipples, nibbling lightly. The touch sets me afire and I push myself desperately down onto his fingers.
I can feel his arm muscles flexing as he works his fingers deeper inside me. I want to ride his arm like a ranger rides a wild stallion. I want him to take me hard and deep and fast.
“You’re mine,” Dylan whispers, his eyes shining with fervor and desire. He brushes his lips gently against mine, barely even a kiss, but filled with such hot need that it pushes me over the edge.
I clamp my mouth shut to keep from making a noise as I come with a small moan. It was rushed and cramped, but the orgasm still leaves me weak with pleasure.
When I get home, I’ll do it again, this time taking it slower. That protective look in Dylan’s eyes is probably enough inspiration for a lifetime’s worth of orgasms.
I sit limply on the toilet seat for a moment before grabbing some toilet paper to clean up.
I’m just pulling my pants on when I hear movement. Someone else is in the bathroom, and in my haze of pleasure, I didn’t notice.
Did they hear me moan?
That question is answered almost at once.
“Hello? Are you ok in there?”
I freeze.
I’m not sure what the restaurant policy is on customers rubbing one out in the bathroom, but I’m sure it’s not on my side.
What will I tell Dylan as to why I’m being thrown out?
Shit.