Doing the White Boy (2 page)

“
Here you go. Anything
else?”

I shake my head, attention focused on
the packaged item in my hand.

“
Okay, we’re about to
close, so I’ll meet you at the counter.” She breezes past me and I
glance at my watch, see that the time spent with her has flown
by.

I clutch the box and retrace my steps,
head back the way I’d come.

Heh.
Come.

Yeah, I’m gonna be coming, and soon, I
hope.

Finally reaching the back counter,
it’s only a few moments before Evy joins me. She taps away on the
register and rings me up; upon hearing my total, I grab my wallet
out of my pocket and hand over my credit card.

“
Daniel Carter.” She swipes
it, then hands the card back to me.

“
Daniel is for work. My
friends call me Danny.”

Evy slips my purchase into
a bag, then sets it on the counter. “So, Daniel Carter, do
I
get to call you
Danny?”

I raise a single brow. “Would you like
to?”

She leans over, places her elbows on
the smooth surface between us, giving me a rather nice look at her
plump breasts. “Oh, yeah. I think I would.” Her long, manicured
fingers glide over the bag holding my newest toy purchase. “I also
think you would want me as a friend, too.”

Fuck it. My dick’s hard and aching,
and I know I’m a perv, so I palm my cock through the outside of my
pants and give it a quick tug. Shit, I really hate the fact that my
jeans are keeping me from touching myself. That, and I’m out in
public.

“
Well, not to be too
forward, but I think I can find a man’s hot spot. Especially on a
man who likes curves, and stares at me like I’m the hottest thing
he’s ever seen. Does that sound like anyone you know, Daniel
Carter?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat
as I grip my prick, a nice, firm squeeze before I answer her.
“Please…call me Danny.”

I’m not entirely sure how things went
so wrong, and so right, all at the same time.

I’d strolled into Darcy’s Debauchery
Emporium, found what I was looking for, bought it, and even flirted
with a hot chick. Seriously hot. I mean, she’s so hot that it’s
been an hour since I’ve seen her, and I’m still hard. Strange,
considering I’ve already stroked one off.

The thing is, I left without my
purchase, but somehow ended up with a date. So now, I have nothing
to stick up my ass, and as of this moment, I’m out fifty
bucks.

Shit. She just had to start flirting
with me.

She got me so hard, that the mere
chance to see her naked body and get down and dirty with her had me
acquiescing to a date in no time flat. Hell, I mean, she hadn’t
even finished with her conditions before I’d assented, pretty much
ready to do whatever she wanted.

Now I feel like a pussy-whipped (or
ass-whipped, depending on how you look at it) bitch. With the urge
to find my release again.

At least, she and I are getting
together tonight. I have her number, and I’m just passing time
until I can go and meet her for a late dinner. And then, hopefully
more. A man can dream, can’t he? I’m showered and dressed, just
sitting down in the recliner and mindlessly flipping through
channels.

We’re meeting at Tonio’s on Fifth.
It’s a nice and quiet Italian place with cozy booths, and a very
accommodating owner. I even called and requested a secluded table,
eager—if rather presumptuous—for the chance to touch her while we
eat… That is, if she gives me the go ahead, a sign, something.
Fuck. If she were to let me, I’d stroke and pet her until she comes
the fuck apart.

I seriously get off on getting a girl
off.

And in my mind, Evy’s the girl I’m
thinking about. All five-foot-five of her, cloaked in creamy,
chocolate skin, with bouncing curls and generous curves…she’s my
every birthday wish come true.

Did I mention I’m whipped already? Got
to be, especially with all this poetic shit running through my
mind.

A glance at the clock and I see it’s
time for me to head out. I snag my cell, keys, and wallet,
double-checking to make sure I’ve got everything I need for
tonight, before I leave the house.

Just ten minutes away, the drive to
the restaurant is quick. I’m seated almost immediately, straight to
the back and nestled in the corner. The tablecloth is long enough
to hide anything that happens below the waist, and it’d take a
customer trying really hard, to look to see what’s going on
underneath.

Perfect.

Damn, I love Tonio’s. The best friend
a pussy lover like me could ever have.

It’s not long before I look
up to see Evy heading toward me, the
maître de
leading the way. It’s only
been a couple of hours, but I’m floored by her stunning beauty.
She’s wearing a formfitting, little black dress that’s cut low in
the front, which also shows off her natural curves. Evy’s curls are
pulled away from her face, and I don’t know what’s gotten into me,
but I just want to nibble and kiss her neck, discover every inch of
her exposed skin.

My mouth goes dry at the mere sight of
her, and my dick aches, throbs, inside my slacks.

I rise to greet her, cautiously
holding my napkin in front of my groin. I don’t mind Evy seeing
what she does to me, but I’m not too keen on flashing my erection
to the guy holding out her chair.

Once she’s settled I return to my
seat. I flash a heartfelt smile as I reach for her hand, then brush
my thumb across her knuckles. “You’re gorgeous.” That compliment
earns me a smile that nearly melts my heart.

So adorable. And to think, this same
person sold me a strap-on dildo for someone to wear as they fuck me
in my ass. I certainly hope that that someone is Evy. That thought
has my cheeks feeling like they’re on fire.

She licks her lips and I want to tug
her close, follow her tongue with my own and taste her, get her as
hot and bothered as I am.

“
Thank you.” Her voice is
deep, husky, and so fucking sexy it’s driving me crazy.

The waiter approaching the table draws
our focus away from each other, just long enough to order drinks
and an appetizer, I hope. No such luck. He’s taking his time, and
I’m getting a bit antsy. I want the little fucker to leave; he’s
paying a little too much attention to Evy’s cleavage.

Asshole.

“
Quit glaring,” Evy warns
as the waiter goes off to put in our order.

“
What?” My mouth drops open
and my eyebrows raise. “I don’t know what you’re talking
about.”

“
Liar.”

“
Well…he was ogling you,” I
reply, a hint of a growl lacing my tone.

“
So are you.”

“
But you’re out with me,” I
defend myself. This totally makes sense, damn it.

“
So let me get this
straight. Only you can gawk at my tits?”

That’s right, sugar. Before I have a
chance to mull her question over, I quickly answer with a
resounding, “Yes.”

She doesn’t respond, just picks up her
water and takes a sip, flicking her tongue over her full lips as
she sets it back down. Damn, she’s so undeniably sexy.

After a brief moment she
leans forward, traces my fingers with one of hers. “Tell you what.
If you quit going all
caveman
on the guys eyeing me and just relax and enjoy my
company, I’ll let you play with me tonight.”

“
Damn, Evy.” My words come
out sounding deep and rough, and my dick goes hard in an instant at
her bold, totally unexpected statement.

I must’ve not been paying attention,
because, before I know it, her hand is in my lap, fingers rubbing
my cock beneath my slacks. “Fuck, Evy. Don’t…” Eyes closed, my
balls draw up tight against my body and my dick goes rock hard as
tingles of pleasure pump through my veins. My dick’s
aching…hurting…in such a good fucking way.

But, as quickly as her touch started,
it’s just as quickly over, and I open my eyes to see our waiter
returning, placing our appetizer and drinks on the table. Mother.
Fucker. Asshole has interrupted me from coming in my
pants.

After we place our order for the main
course, I look over at my date. It’s getting harder and harder for
me to take my eyes off of her. She’s got a small smile playing over
her lips as she reaches out and snags a fried mozzarella stick. She
then slips it into her mouth and her eyes drift closed; actions
that are immediately followed by a deep moan.

The sexy sound causes me to scoot a
little closer, minimize the distance separating our bodies. I lean
in and whisper in her ear, “You are an evil, evil woman, Evy
Davis.”

She tilts her head to the side, like
she’s playing along. I take advantage and kiss her neck, flick my
tongue out for my very first taste of her chocolaty
skin.

Yummy. It’s better than I imagined,
sweet and salty and something unique to Evy. She moans in response,
her breath quickening, breasts rising and falling while I nip and
tug her earlobe.

“
You love this, don’t
you?”

“
I do,” she says, her voice
oozing sexiness.

Hearing those two words from her has
me resting my palm on her knee and sliding it upward, closer and
closer to her center. Her smooth skin calls to me, tempts me, and I
squeeze her inner thigh in answer, before daring to go even higher.
Damn, but she’s a hot piece of ass. I smell her arousal as I push
her dress up, her musky scent evidence enough that she’s as turned
on as I am.

I press on, until my fingertips brush
against damp cloth, slick and wet with her cream. Evy whimpers at
my first touch, widens her thighs, giving me more room to work
with.

“
You gotta tell me, Evy.
Tell me if this is okay. I’ll make it so good, baby, but only if
you’re with me.”

God damn. What I would give to pump
into her pussy, right here and now, spread her thick legs apart,
and pound hard and fast into her fucking cunt.

“
With you.” Her voice is a
whisper as a shudder travels through her body, while uttering those
words of approval.

I’ve been busy tracing tiny circles
over the cloth panties, but now that I have the go-ahead, I’m eager
to get down to business. I lift my head from her neck while I wait
for her attention. After several agonizing moments, she finally
opens her eyes and her gaze melts right into mine.

“
Eyes on me, baby. I’ll
give you what you want, but you have to watch me. Got
it?”

She licks her lips and nods, a look of
longing displayed on her beautiful face. Her plump, red flesh calls
to me, and I can’t resist. Evy’s intense gaze on me, I aim to give
her what we both crave. With practiced ease I nudge her panties
aside, and my fingers at last come into contact with her soaking
wet heat. Damn, her cream paints my digits in silky warmth, coating
them in her arousal, all as I’m gifted with a quiet whimper from my
first touch.

My fingers delve into her swollen
lower lips, slide along her slit, and the entire time, she’s
staring right at me. Up and down I trace the soft lines of her
pussy, watching her reaction as I search for cues to her
pleasure.

“
Danny?”

“
Yeah, baby?” I quit my
teasing and bring my finger back to the hard little nub that’ll
give her the most satisfaction.

Shit, I can’t wait until we’re alone,
so I can make her scream and call my name over and over again. She
grips my forearm, fingernails digging into my skin, but her
attention doesn’t waiver from me.

I circle her clit, faster and faster,
bringing her to the edge. “That what you want?”

“
Yes…
” Her voice is a quivering whisper and I smile, feeling cocky
as hell.

“
Wanna come? Do you want to
come with all of these people around?”

She nods, and by her reaction, I
figure she’ll be drawing blood with those nails, any minute
now.

“
Say it. Tell me you want
to come with these strangers watching. Tell me you want to cream
all over my hand.”

She whimpers, rocks her hips against
me. I glance down and see that her nipples have pebbled beneath her
dress, hard points peeking through the black material.

“
I wanna come while
everyone watches. Please, Danny. Make me come.”

I lean close, rub my cheek over the
smooth skin of her neck, then bring my lips to her ear. “Do it,
baby. Come for me.”

With that, I shift my fingers so I can
shove two into her wet cunt, thumb continuing to circle her clit as
I begin to finger fuck her.

Right here at our table, in front of
the other guests, I work to make my date come. I’d be lying if I
said I weren’t excited, knowing that we could get caught at any
moment…while I pump my fingers in and out of her juicy
hole.

“
Fuckfuckfuck…”

Her pussy tightens around my invasion,
milking me in rapid succession, tight walls spasming around me as
her whole body jerks, shudders, and twitches. I pull my head away
so I can watch the pleasure of her orgasm overtake her
features.