Adding a third finger, I press my thumb against her clit. Covering her mouth with my own in a savage, ruthless kiss, I swallow up all of the beautiful sounds she’s making. I don’t stop the assault on her pussy. Her eyes close as the kiss continues, but her moans are still somewhat audible.
The door to the bathroom opens and sounds from the dining area just outside the door filters in, and Shayna’s eyes go comically wide and she freezes. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I give her an evil smirk as I continue thrusting my fingers inside her slowly. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth trying to stifle the moans she so badly wants to give me.
We hear whomever that was going into the stall next to the one we’re in. I give her wrists a little squeeze still holding them above her head, before letting them go. Bringing that hand in front of my face placing a finger over my own mouth telling her to be quiet.
I cover her mouth with that hand, pinching her cheeks slightly in an aggressive manner. Her arms drop and her hands grip my shoulders tightly, slightly trembling. Her thighs attemptto squeeze shut as her eyes flare. I think she’s scared of being caught. I shake my head as my fingers continue to thrust in and out of her wet pussy, picking up their pace. My thumb moves in a harsher circular motion on her throbbing clit. I feel her walls begin to pulse around my fingers and, fuck, am I loving this. I can tell even though she’s a bit afraid, she’s also turned on by the possibility of being caught.
The woman finishes up and flushes the toilet. Shayna releases a little squeak or a light moan, which was hopefully camouflaged by the sound of the water running. My smirk grows as I feel her body begin to shake. Her pussy is quivering and tightening around my fingers. She’s close, I can tell. Her eyes squeeze tightly as she bites down even harder on that bottom lip under my hand still over her mouth.
Leaning in as close as possible to her ear when I hear the water to the sink turn on as the woman washes her hand. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over my hand,” I whisper as she throws her head back hard against the wall. Her legs begin to shake and almost give out from underneath her. My hand tightens over her mouth trying to hold in any noises that she could make.
I continue moving in and out of her, letting her ride out her orgasm. I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers and her release coating them and my hand. The water to the sink turns off and I hear her pull paper towels from the dispenser and begin to dry her hands off. Once again, the door opens and we hear her leave.
My girl is slumped against the wall and her eyes are open but remain heavy. She gives a little shake of her head after I remove the hand covering her mouth. My smirk never leaves my face as I pull my fingers from her and then her pants. My eyes stay locked on her caramel brown eyes as I raise my come-covered fingers tomy lips. I slide the fingers into my mouth and taste her release while sucking them clean, never losing eye contact with her.
Shayna’s eyes dip to my mouth watching as I clean my fingers from her arousal. She huffs a laugh. “I can’t believe you just did that while someone was in here with us,” she whispers with a slight smirk on her face.
After my fingers are completely cleaned of her essence, I wipe the side of my mouth taking my time, replying to her. I lean in slowly and lick her lips, then kiss her softly letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Baby girl… I would devour you on the table out there for all to see just who you belong to. Don’t ever doubt I won’t finger fuck you with someone else in the room with us,” I say. She releases a gust of air in an incredulous laugh and a slight shake of her head.
I back away and unlock the bathroom stall door heading to the main door to go back out to our table where I know Camden is waiting. Shayla follows behind me but then grabs my bicep pulling me to a stop. When I turn to look at her she has a questioning look on her face. “Didn’t you need to use the bathroom or something?” she asks.
“Nope…” I say with a devious smile gracing my lips. “...I did what I came in here to do.” She looks at me with confusion. My eyes slowly move down her body then back up to meet her eyes. “You,” I say and her widen slightly and a slow smile spreads across her face.
“Come on. Let’s get back out there. I’m sure Cam’s imagination is going haywire right now,” I say with a little laugh and turn to open the door just as it is opened again. A mother and her small daughter startle a bit.
“Excuse us,” we say and move from their way and quickly move out of the restroom with both of us laughing.
We walk back through the main dining area of Corleone’s back to the table where Camden is finishing the ice cream.Shayna scoots in first and then I follow. Cam places his arm over the back of the booth seat once again. Looking over at him, we both look down at Shayna who has a flush over her cheeks, and a slight sweat building on her brow. His eyes shift to mine, and I smile confidently. His brow lifts, questioning me without words.
Leaning forward, I look into the empty ice cream bowl. “Damn. I didn’t think you would really finish it off,” I say, trying to sound a bit disappointed, dipping my finger into the last bit of melted ice cream.
Cam chuckles as I sit back. “You two took your sweet time in the bathroom,” he says looking over to his wife. Her face turns redder, if that’s even possible and she glances at me from under her lashes with a smile playing on her plush lips. My smirk grows and my brow lifts looking into Shayna’s eyes, as I bring the finger I just dipped into the bowl to my lips.
Shayna’s eyes grow slightly wider when she realizes these were the exact same fingers that were just inside her. The same fingers I purposely didn’t wash when we left the bathroom.
I don’t break eye contact as I wrap my tongue around the digit and slowly push the finger inside my mouth, licking the little bit of sweet milk from it. I can tell from my periphery that Cam is watching just exactly how I lick my finger clean and Shayna’s mouth drops open slightly.
I remove the clean but wet finger from my mouth. Slowly licking my bottom lip, “Mmmm… now that was good.” Shayna lets out a little chuckle and Cam growls playfully. He still has a smirk playing on his lips under his light beard. He opens his mouth to speak and our waitress, Liz, appears.
“How was everything?” she asks in her light, sweet voice, as she begins to clear the empty dishes.
Cam’s eyes reluctantly leave mine as he looks up at our waitress. “It was great, Liz. Thanks,” Cam answers. She nods and looks at me.
I give a sly smirk. “Everything was delicious,” I said, putting a little emphasis on the word ‘everything’. “And dessert…” I say lifting my fingers to my lips kissing their tips, “...was absolutely mouth watering.” Looking over to Cam, I give him a sly wink. Shayna lets out one laugh before covering her mouth trying to stifle it, and failing miserably.
Liz looks at her a bit confused and then back to me. “Well… then. That’s good. I’m glad you guys enjoyed your dinner,” she says hesitantly, still not knowing what to make of mine and Shayna’s interaction. She reaches into her apron and pulls out our bill. “Georgio will take payment up at the counter whenever you’re ready,” she says and gives us another light smile. “See you guys next time.” Turning, she walks off.
I give a little laugh and look back to Cam. I pull my bottom lip into my mouth biting down on the plump flesh. Cam seems to be enjoying the playfulness of the evening. Leaning forward a bit over Shayna, “You, my dear Lexi, are a lot of trouble,” he says with a sly smirk on his face. “Keep it up… and I will enjoy making it where you aren’t able to sit down for a week.”
CHAPTER 20
Camden
Sunday afternoon
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Darian yells as he and his best friend CJ walks in from his room. CJ brought Darian home a bit ago and they’ve been playing Call of Duty ever since. Knowing them they slept until it was time for CJ to bring him home and haven’t eaten all day. Lexi and I are sitting on the couch watching Supernatural while Shayna is in the kitchen. Lexi has her socked feet in my lap, and I have my hand on her ankle.
“Quit yelling, D. Go to the kitchen and ask her,” I say, turning my head as they walk past the couch.
