I want You Deeper

LILY

Graduating high school and turning eighteen should have made me excited about my future, but instead, I’m bored out of my goddamn mind and itching for some action. I’ve always been a good girl. I was valedictorian, voted most likely to succeed, and spent more time in the school library than any other student in the history of my high school.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I’m also as untouched as a damn nun, and if I don’t get some cock soon, I’m going to lose my mind. I’ve got my heart set on the sexy, older owner of my favorite Italian bistro. Alexander Moretti is more than twice my age and so sexy it should be illegal. Ever since I was little, my family has gone every Wednesday night to eat there. Mr. Moretti was my first crush, and it’s never gone away.

It started harmless enough, but as I got older, my feelings grew bigger and stronger. Soon I couldn’t even get through the meal without soaking right through my panties. So many times I had to run to the bathroom just so I could hurry up and rub one out while I fantasized about him fucking me. It was the only way I could get any relief for my poor aching pussy.

Now that I’m an adult, I can finally act on how I’ve been feeling. I’ve dared myself to make a move. It’s a simple dare. All I have to do is go to his restaurant, find a table in a dark corner, catch his eye, and flash him my tits. Two seconds of bravery before I ran off to college and probably never saw him again. The worst that can happen is he looks away and I slink out of there with my face beet red and my heart broken. No biggie. But the best that can happen is a night with Alexander, and that’s worth the risk of humiliation.

Studying myself in the mirror, I eye the short black dress I picked out, loving the way it hugs my body and shows off all my curves. I didn’t bother with a bra, and the strapless dress will make it easy to tug it down and expose a tit. Testing it, I give myself a provocative smile and slip one side down, showing my tit quickly before pulling it back up. Simple. Now I just need to do that in the middle of a crowded restaurant without anyone seeing him. I flash myself again and laugh. My full tit and hard nipple are going to be impossible for him to ignore, or at least that’s the plan.

I’ve paired the dress with a tiny, lacy thong and black thigh highs, and the heels I’m wearing make me feel downright glamorous. It’s time to stop acting like a kid. I’m a grown-ass woman now, and I’m ready for a real man.

It’s Friday night, so my parents are out with some friends, making it easy for me to leave without having to answer a million questions. The drive downtown doesn’t take long, and when I pull into the small parking lot, I check the mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and getting out. The Italian bistro is always busy. It serves the best food in town and there’s just something so damn charming about the place. It feels like you’re escaping to Italy when you step inside.

The gorgeous hostess at the front greets me with a huge smile. She’s not the one who usually works Wednesday nights, so I don’t recognize her, but I immediately dislike her because she gets to work for my dream man, and I only get to see him once a week. Still, I smile back and point at the booth I want. It’s the one way in the back corner that gives me a good view of the bar while also keeping me mostly hidden.

After I’m seated, I take a look around, trying to spot Mr. Moretti, but the waitress comes over and I have to stop. I quickly order what I usually get and then go back to scanning the crowd. I’m starting to worry that maybe he doesn’t come in on Friday nights, but right when I’m about to give up all hope, I see him walk out from the back. He’s in an expensive suit like always, and like always he looks mouthwateringly delicious. Just the sight of him has me wiggling around in my seat and my thong soaked in seconds.

His blue eyes scan the crowd, and the dark stubble on his face accentuates his chiseled jaw, making him look way too gorgeous. I’m suddenly nervous as hell. Why did I think this was a good idea? And why in the fuck did I think I could ever be brave enough to do this?

As if on cue, Alexander turns around and spots me. He smiles as soon as he sees me and starts to walk over. I have a sudden, crazy desire to hide under the table, but with his eyes locked on mine, he stalks toward my booth like a fucking tiger on the hunt, and it’s so damn sexy that all I can do is sit here, watching him get closer and closer to me until he’s standing less than a foot away. I can smell his expensive cologne when he leans closer, and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning and jumping into his very strong arms.

His blue eyes run over me, and for one brief second, I can see the hunger in them before he pushes it away and says, “I didn’t expect to see you tonight, Lily. Will your family be joining you?”

His parents moved here when he was a teenager, so he speaks fluent English, but he still has a touch of that sexy, Italian accent, and every time I hear it, I swear I have a tiny orgasm.

“Um, no,” I sputter like an idiot. “I mean, I just decided to come alone tonight.”