Page 23 of Don't Lie to Me
If silence was what he needed to regain control, then I could play along.
I silenced my gasp as we entered Russalo’s. The entire restaurant was a circular shape, and the walls were all windows. It gave us a complete panoramic view of the city of Chicago. Breathtaking didn’t even begin to describe the gorgeous view. With the sun beginning to lower over the city, the entire sky was beginning to turn shades of purple and pink and orange, fanning out as far as the eye could see.
I wanted to grab his arm and proclaim my thanks for bringing me to such an amazing place. I wanted to kiss him and gush over the gorgeousness of what I saw. Instead, I bit my cheek again and remained silent; a small smile on my lips the only indication that I was impressed at all.
We didn’t speak a single word to each other during our entire meal. The waiter came and he ordered a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild. When the waiter returned to take our order, Jack arched an eyebrow at me as if allowing me the opportunity to order. I simply shook my head and nodded once towards him, silently giving him permission to order for me. And the entire time, over our two hour, seven course meal our table was completely silent.
We dined on an extravagant meal of brioche toast, mussel tart, and poached lobster with mascarpone sorbet. I wanted to ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ at the gorgeous presentations and even more delicious tastings. He was right. This had to be the best restaurant in Chicago and I was more than impressed. At one point, while I quietly moaned over my succulent lobster, a smug grin appeared from across the table. I lightly smiled back before going back to our silence, but I wanted that brief moment to show him how grateful I was for bringing me to Russalo’s.
Our silence was not uncomfortable though. Instead, sexual tension permeated the space between us. Every time he raised his eyes to mine, he looked as if I was already naked and he was getting ready to enter me forcefully. He looked at me full of want and desire and by the time he paid for our check, I was one more predatory look away from coming in my chair. I could feel my wetness against my legs when he stood and pulled out my chair.
“Come with me.”
God, yes. Please.
His sultry voice washed over me in waves and I almost fell apart right there as he firmly pressed his hand on my lower back possessively and led me out onto the terrace doors.
The view broke my vow of silence. “This is absolutely gorgeous, Jack.”
I followed him, as he led me around a corner of the terrace. It was the middle of summer and the heat had been almost unbearable earlier in the day. When I had left the building to take Logan to his friend’s house, the humidity was so thick I felt like I had walked right into a brick wall. I didn’t know if it was because it was later in the day, or because we were up so high, but sixty stories up gave me a completely different impression of Chicago. The light breeze from the height cooled me off just enough so I didn’t notice the heat or the humidity. The sun was now near the horizon. I had never seen a more gorgeous and peaceful looking sunset. The loud noises from cars were a muffled sound. I could barely hear the L-train from so high, even though I could see it clearly pass us by. I wanted to come back to this place every day just to escape the sounds and stress of everyday life. I felt completely relaxed on the terrace, overlooking the city with Lake Michigan in the distance.
Jack just quirked an eyebrow at me with a slight smile tugging at one side of his lips. Perhaps he was amused I had finally spoken. But he still said nothing as he walked towards the railing. We were completely separated from everyone else, and I noticed a brick wall behind us. It must have been behind the kitchen because when I had sat inside the restaurant, I was only able to see a wall of rounded windows.
He maneuvered us so he was standing directly behind me. I turned to protest, suddenly knowing exactly what he wanted. Surely he wouldn’t touch me here, not when it was so easy that he could be recognized by someone.
He stopped me abruptly and turned me back around, pressing against my backside. I gasped as soon as I felt his large erection press against my dress that was barely covering my butt. All he had to do was raise it a few inches and he would have access to anything he wanted from me.
My body shivered at his touch immediately. He leaned over me, his hands on the safety railing just outside of mine and then he tapped the inside of my ankles, gesturing me to spread them further.
I obeyed. And I didn’t even wonder why I was doing it. He wanted something from me, and I gave it freely. I had never done that before in my life, with any sexual partner. I was not someone who was willing to be bossed around, but with Jack, I simply didn’t want to tell him no. I had wanted this – wanted him – for so long, the thought of refusing anything he wanted now that I had him, at least for a little while, was incomprehensible to me. And I trusted him to not hurt me – at least physically.
My heart, on the other hand, would be shattered into a thousand pieces all over my living room floor when he decided he was done with me.
I wasn’t thinking with my heart at that moment. Pure animalistic desire filled me as his breath whispered along my ear and neck.
And when he finally spoke, it was like balm to my skin; instantly soothing me and healing any worry I had.
“Are you wet?” I groaned and nodded at his words. I wiggled my hips against him, eliciting a soft groan from him and I smiled. He may have been in control all night long, but that one sound told me he was as turned on as me. His tongue flicked out and licked the skin right beneath my ear. “You always smell so good, so sweet.”
“Jack…” I stuttered. I was completely turned on but even more nervous.
One of his hands ran slowly up my thighs, outside the dress, and moved until he was gently caressing my breast. I leaned back into him, groaning softly as his hand massaged my breast. “Don’t be nervous Emma. No one can see us but I can’t wait anymore. Just stay quiet, but I’m warning you, it’s going to be hard and fast.” I shivered as he brushed a finger down my neck from my ear to my collarbone and then across my chest, all the way down my arm. My skin broke out into goose bumps, a trail of pleasure bumps following his finger, showing him how much his touch turned me on.
Without another warning, I heard him unzip his pants and the foil tear on a condom. I wanted to turn to see him, to see how excited he was at the thought of taking me sixty stories in the air but before I could turn my head, he pressed up against me, slowly lifting the hem of my dress.
He chuckled softly in my ear, briefly pausing his pursuit of me. “You’re going to need more dresses like this.” Without another word, he thrust into me so hard I thought he was going to throw me off the railing. I bit my lip to stay quiet like he asked, but a sound broke through my lips anyway.
One of his hands stayed clasped on to the railing while another one wrapped around my stomach and pulled me even more tightly into him. He gave me no time to prepare as he began thrusting into me, just like he promised – hard and fast. I threw my head back, tasting a slight metallic taste in my mouth knowing I had bit my lip too hard in order to stay quiet. I let go of my lip, bent down further and pressed my mouth against his forearm. I didn’t bite, but I used it to hide the moans of pleasure fighting to escape.
“That’s it, Emma. Stay quiet…..fuck you feel so good.” His verbal praise sounded like heaven to my ears and the new position of me bent over increased the depths were he could hit inside of me. I had to focus on keeping my feet planted as my orgasm began building in me. My entire body began trembling with excitement. It was that moment where you’re about to explode and it was taunting me, the ending just out of my reach. As if Jack sensed I was about to finish, his hand moved lower, and he roughly started rubbing my clit through the front of my dress.
As soon as his finger hit my tight bundle of nerves, I exploded. My interior walls clamped down on him more forcefully than I knew possible and I bit onto his arm and screamed in pleasure while he pushed two more times, quickly, into me. He leaned over me, panting as hard as me and groaned loudly, moving his hips in circles against me and wringing every last second out of our orgasms. We stayed there, coming down from our ecstatic highs in complete silence. Eventually he pulled out of me and I jumped when I felt a warm cloth pressed in between my thighs.
“Let me clean you,” he muttered, almost reverently. And I let him, because I wanted to. It was more of an intimate act than anything we had shared yet as he slowly and gently wiped and cleaned my arousal from me. When he was done, he took off his condom and wrapped it in the handkerchief. I turned just as he finished re-tucking his shirt and watched him zip up his pants.
He smiled down at me, softly and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”
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