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How Can Love Conquer All?	By : brirose1978 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 4944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Okay, I know I said no more smut for a few chapters, but then my muse gave me the LOOK… and the end result lies before you. I swear she’s got a dirty mind. *spots muse starting to sidle away out of the corner of her eye, looking insulted* Not that this is a BAD thing; in fact, it’s downright perfect in this particular instance! *muse stops, looking mollified* Anyways, thanks to the two wonderful reviewers I’ve had so far! BTW, Brianna; my name in real life is Sabrina, and my friends call me Bri, which I realize makes this fic look very Mary-Sueish, but I prefer to think of this as my “ideal life” fic, so I must therefore insert myself in there. *G* I love feedback; please keep it coming! There’ll be a bit more smut in the next chapter before a bit more character-building stuff; like I said, this is going to be a many chapter fic. I’m anticipating thirty-one for some odd reason; don’t know why, but we’ll see how it goes.

By the way, sorry for the lack of updates lately; I had to go to the field for nine days, and then I got a cold, and I’ve been dealing with stuff at work that’s been irritating the hell out of me, which is not conducive to good fic-writing. Hope this chapter makes up for that.
Sabrina woke suddenly, disoriented for a moment until everything abruptly clicked into place; including the feel of the warm male body behind her. Peeking over her shoulder, she smiled to find Joe still asleep, one arm wrapped around her body just below her breasts, the other stretched out above her head, his body pressed tightly against hers in his sleep. She was amazed at how soundly she’d slept with Joe there; the few times she’d actually slept in the same bed with Manny, she’d awoken every time he’d tossed or moved in his sleep, since she was a naturally light sleeper. Of course, it probably helps that Joe either doesn’t snore or doesn’t do it loudly enough to bother me, she thought with an inward snicker. Still… it was rather odd that she’d woken up to find both of them still in the positions they’d fallen asleep in. The night before, after climbing into bed together, they had lain there talking quietly for nearly two hours before falling asleep as they were now, Joe’s arms wrapped around her, spooned snugly behind her. She herself had been lying on her left side, her left leg stretched out straight while her right leg was cocked up and bent at the knee, the position she normally slept in. It was almost as though neither one of them had wanted to move, it felt so right.
Contemplating that thought scared her slightly for some reason, so she determinedly pushed it away, shifting slightly at the same time to ease her mild stiffness from staying in the same position for so long. Her motion caused Joe to utter a soft sound of protest in his sleep, his arm tightening around her as one of his legs tangled with hers to hold her still. What am I, his personal teddy bear? she wondered dryly, the thought causing her to emit a soft giggle, the sound spurting out into the still room.
“What are you laughing about?” Joe’s sleepy voice murmured in her ear, making her jump in surprise.
“Sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she apologized softly, squeezing his arm lightly.
“S’all right,” Joe said, yawning and stretching behind her, making her intimately aware of just how “up” he was as his body pressed tighter against hers. Still half asleep, not really aware of what he was doing, his hand drifted up to her breast, fingers teasing and pinching the nipple until it hardened. He loved lying there next to her, feeling her soft skin pressed against his own, the sleepy thought ran through his brain. “You still haven’t told me why you were laughing,” he murmured, his lips moving against the sensitive skin of her neck as he spoke, causing tingles to skitter down her back.
“I was wondering if you were starting to think of me as your own personal teddy bear, since you wouldn’t let me move, but somehow I doubt you’d play with your teddy bear like this,” Sabrina replied dryly, albeit breathlessly as her arousal grew from his stimulating touch.
Her words woke Joe up further, making him aware of his own actions-and of his morning erection pressing against her buttocks. A wicked grin curved his lips even as he murmured, “What do you mean?” Deliberately he pinched her nipple as he lightly rocked his hips against hers, causing his semi-hard erection to slide slowly between her legs, aided by her position. Almost immediately he could feel her wetness along the entire length of his cock, bringing him instantly to complete hardness as he remembered how it felt to be surrounded by that hot moisture. Slowly he let his hand drift down her stomach, teasing the edges of the neatly trimmed thatch of curls above her slit before moving lower, one fingertip sliding into her wet folds and stroking slowly over her clit as he rocked against her again. Sabrina stiffened slightly, a soft moan escaping her at his sensual action, making Joe nip softly at her ear as the sound aroused him further. He could feel how wet she was, her juices practically dripping from her as he lightly flicked her clit, continuing his soft rocking motions with every flick. “Personally,” he whispered hotly in her ear, “I think you’re much better than my teddy bear.” His teeth tugged on her earlobe as he thrust sharply into her, immediately surrounded by wet silk, making him groan.
Sabrina gasped, her nails biting into his arm as she felt the thick slide of him within her tight passage, pressing against a bundle of nerves she’d hardly realized was there before then. “Oh?” she managed to say, another gasp escaping her as Joe flicked her clit again, his action accompanied by another thrust that buried him deeper within her.
“Oh yeah,” Joe whispered, moaning as he felt her sheath clench around him with every light flick of his fingers. “So much more cuddly… and welcoming.” He kept up his sensual actions, his erection moving slowly in and out of her, pressing himself tightly against the front of her sheath, sensing her heightened arousal from this position.
“I try,” Sabrina bit out between clenched teeth, whimpering softly as her arousal grew with every thrust, every light touch of his fingers. She could feel him throbbing within her… or was it her throbbing around him? She didn’t care; all she could concentrate on was the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her as he sped up slightly, his thrusts coming more sharply, accompanied with a harder flick of his fingers on her throbbing clit. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, barely able to think. Joe seized the opportunity, bending his head to capture her lips in a devastating kiss, his breathing coming in sharp pants of desire as she tightened further around him. Sabrina moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling as he continued the slow, drugging movements of his hips, his fingers flicking over her now ultra-sensitive nub with every thrust. She could feel every inch of him within her, feel herself tightening around him with every flick of his fingers. It was too much; she couldn’t take it. “Please,” she sobbed softly into his mouth, her nails digging into his arm harder as he increased his pace further, the intensity of his flicks and thrusts increasing.
Joe moaned back, his control crumbling with every moan, every flutter of her tight sheath around his cock, his hips increasing their pace almost against his will, his fingers becoming more insistent with every passing second. “God yes… come on, tigress… come for me… God you feel so fucking good… so tight… and wet… please baby… come for me…”
Sabrina tensed, her body arching against his as she cried out, ecstasy crashing over her in waves, the walls of her sheath clenching and squeezing around him as she came. Joe followed her a second later, her name escaping him in a hoarse shout as he poured himself into her welcoming body. Sabrina sagged against him, a well-satisfied smile on her lips. “Mmmm… always did love sex in the morning,” she murmured. “Such a great wake up call.”
Joe chuckled breathlessly, kissing the side of her neck and tugging her even closer, relishing the feel of her lying next to him. “I aim to please,” he murmured, laying a series of tender kisses on her neck and shoulder. “What time is it?” he asked, preoccupied with her soft skin, enjoying the soft sounds of contentment and enjoyment she made as he kept kissing her.
“Eight-thirty,” Sabrina murmured after glancing at the clock, angling her head to let him reach a particularly sensitive spot, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure.
“Good… I don’t have my meeting until three… that means I can spend more time with you,” Joe murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she turned to lie on her back, snuggling into his chest. He gazed down at her, tracing the lines of her face lightly with one fingertip. “You are so beautiful,” he said softly, smiling as she blushed. A small part of his mind wondered how he had become so easily preoccupied with this girl. He had never quite figured out just what it was about her that fascinated him so much; all he knew was that the thought of being without her scared him in some unnamable way. He shied away from examining his feelings too closely, content for the moment to simply live in the moment, ignoring the niggling voice in the back of his mind that warned he’d have to face up to it sooner or later. “So, what do you usually do on Sundays?” he asked, drawing his thought forcibly back to his current situation.
“Honestly? I typically go to church on Sundays, but I think I’ll skip this week,” Sabrina replied, grinning at him.
Joe arched a brow at her, having not been aware she was really that religious. Thinking back, he recalled one of their conversations slipping over into religion once; she had said she was some strange denomination he couldn’t quite recall… Unitarian or something along those lines, and stressed that she believed in religious tolerance above all things. Being a lapsed Catholic himself, Joe could appreciate the religious tolerance part; he had hated being dragged to church as a child and had stopped going as soon as he was able, since he didn’t really believe in the Catholic belief system. “Well then, I’m honored,” he said, chuckling softly.
“You should be; I try to go every week if I can,” Sabrina teased, making him laugh. “But to answer your question further, I do have to pack for our field exercise today.” She made a face. “I hate going to the field,” she said, sighing.
“So don’t go,” Joe said teasingly, tweaking her nose.
“Well, if I don’t, I kinda get in trouble and possibly get fired, so you see my dilemma in this situation,” Sabrina replied, chuckling.
“Ah, but then I could take care of you,” Joe said, his words surprising him as they left his mouth. Where the hell had that come from? Glancing down, he caught a strange expression flickering over Sabrina’s face at his words. It made him wonder, but he put it aside for the moment. He knew he was procrastinating, but he didn’t want to risk anything then for things he wasn’t even sure of. “How long are you going out for?” he asked.
“Not that long really; only four days this time. It’s basically a quick practice exercise before our battalion field training exercise in January. That’ll be nine days,” Sabrina replied, also pushing aside the strange feeling that had come over her when Joe had offered to take care of her. Like him, she had come to the conclusion she didn’t want to upset their delicate balance just yet. She hesitated, asking softly after a moment, “When do you have to leave?”
“Tomorrow, early,” Joe replied, running his hand through his hair. “My appointment in Albuquerque is around two, and it takes nearly five hours to drive there. From there I go to Oklahoma City, then back to LA.” He didn’t want to think about leaving right then, not when their relationship was so new, but he knew he had to go. “I’ll miss you,” he said quietly.
Sabrina’s thoughts had been running along much the same lines, and she nodded in understanding. “I’ll miss you too,” she said softly, allowing her fingers to twine with his.
Joe squeezed her hand lightly, making up his mind then and there to find the best restaurant in El Paso and to take her there that evening. If he had to say goodbye, he was going to do it with style. Already ideas were running through his head. “I know baby… I know,” he said softly, bending his head to give her a soft kiss before lying back down next to her and wrapping his arms tightly around her as she snuggled against him. He was determined to enjoy every remaining second he had with her, and sensed that she felt the same.
Later that day, Sabrina was packing her equipment for the field, when there was a knock at her door. Joe had left nearly an hour earlier, and had told her he would likely be gone for at least three, so she knew it couldn’t be him. Besides, she had told him she would leave her door open for him so he wouldn’t have to knock. Wondering who it could be, she opened her door, only to find herself confronted by an enormous arrangement of red roses, held by a young deliverywoman. Surprised, Sabrina stared for a moment. “Who-“ she started to ask, only to be interrupted by the woman.
“Ms. Sabrina Smith?” the woman asked.
“Uh… yes,” Sabrina said, dumbly accepting the vase of flowers the woman handed to her.
“Here; the card wouldn’t stay in the holder on the way here, so I had to take it out,” the woman continued, tucking a small white envelope into the plastic holder hidden among the flowers. “Enjoy!” With a cheery wave, the woman left. Blinking in slight consternation, Sabrina shut the door, setting the vase down on her dining room table and plucking the card from the holder. Opening it, she read: “Hey baby, thought you might like these. Your favorite, right? Be ready at seven; I’m taking you out tonight.” It was signed, Joe. A smile curved Sabrina’s lips, and she leaned over to inhale the scent of the roses, touched that he had remembered her favorite flower and thought to send them to her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think… no, she wasn’t going to go there yet. She wasn’t ready to face the intensity of her feelings for this man, even though deep down she knew they were there. Pushing that thought from her mind, she turned back to her task, mentally reviewing her wardrobe to think what might be appropriate for that night.
A few hours later, Joe pushed open the door to Sabrina’s apartment, peering cautiously inside for any sign of her. Satisfied that she wasn’t nearby, he quickly hid the bag he was carrying just out of sight behind her sofa before he went in search of her, finding her seated at her computer, her pose reminiscent of the one he’d found her in just the previous morning. Joe grinned to himself at the memories that evoked before clearing his throat, startling her into jumping. “Should I wear a bell around my neck or something? You never hear me coming,” he teased her, leaning against the doorjamb. “I thought you were supposed to be all up on the stealthy- mmmmph!” His words were cut off as she jumped up and threw her arms around him, kissing him fervently. Automatically Joe returned her kiss, growing immediately aroused from her taste and scent. “Whoa, what was that for?” he asked when she pulled back, grinning. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
“That was a thank you for the flowers. You remembered my favorite.” Sabrina said, grinning back at him.
“Well, it wasn’t difficult; you’ve got it tattooed on your lovely body in two separate areas,” Joe said, smiling lecherously as he squeezed her thigh playfully.
Sabrina playfully slapped his chest, chuckling. “I still appreciate it,” she said, grinning. “So where are we going tonight? I need an idea of what I should wear,” she said, glancing at her watch, which read five o’clock.
“Well, let’s see,” Joe said, heading for her bedroom and peering into her closet, his eyes immediately spotting a long, divided skirt printed with large red flowers, then seeing a black tank top trimmed with black lace. He grabbed both items along with a white button-down shirt with short sleeves, turning to hand them to her. “This will be perfect,” he said.
Sabrina arched a brow at him, examining the items with surprise. “You have good taste,” she commented, laying the clothes on her bed.
“Just make sure you wear the button-down shirt open over the tank top,” Joe instructed, already seeing her in the outfit in his mind’s eye and grinning at the possibilities that occurred to him.
Sabrina laughed, shaking her head in amusement. “That’s how I usually wear it, silly,” she said. “I’d better hop in the shower, but no joining me, mister!” She shook a finger playfully at him, pulling back with a shriek as he snapped teasingly at it, giggling.
“Nope, I’m saving myself for later,” Joe said, winking at her and sauntering out of her room to the sound of her laughter. “By the way, make sure you wear those boots from last night too!” he called, grinning wickedly. He waited a few seconds until he could hear the water running in her shower, quickly retrieving the bag from behind the couch and stashing it out of sight in her bedroom. It contained certain… supplies he had bought in anticipation of his plans, and he wanted to have it readily accessible that evening. He went to the bedroom he had been using and quickly changed into the one nice outfit he’d brought with him, a pair of black slacks combined with a dark blue silk shirt that brought out the bluish tints in his coal-black hair. He heard the shower shut off and smiled, wondering if she had any idea of his plans for her that evening. One thing was for sure; she would be very tired the next day in the field.
Joe ushered Sabrina into the restaurant that had been highly recommended to him, noticing with amusement that Sabrina was totally oblivious to the looks she drew from the various men in the crowd. It was patently obvious she had no idea how beautiful she looked, and that more than anything enhanced her beauty. She had pulled her hair back in a clip, allowing a few tendrils to curl around her face, caressing the soft skin. The clothes he had picked out for her fit her to perfection, the two slits in the skirt allowing brief glimpses of her lower thighs above the black boots, encased in black hose, while the black tank top cupped her breasts, the gentle swell of her flesh above the scooped neck teasingly hidden by the black lace panel sewn into the fabric. The white shirt framed her body, calling attention to it perfectly. And it’s all for me, Joe thought to himself, shooting a warning look at one man who had started to get up and come toward them with clear intentions of introducing himself. Without missing a beat the man made a slight turn and headed for the bathroom, surreptitiously giving Joe a thumbs-up that made him smile. He turned to the maitre’d, still smiling. “Reservation for two, under Joseph Hahn,” he said, slipping his arm around Sabrina’s waist.
“Ah yes, Mr. Hahn. Right this way please,” the maitre’d said, picking up two menus and leading them back into the restaurant. Behind them, Joe could hear muttered phrases along the lines of “-been waiting for ages; he just got here! Why does he get seated right away?”
“Must be nice, being famous,” Sabrina said, having heard the whispers herself and arching a brow at him.
“Has its uses,” Joe said, shrugging and smiling down at her. “Especially when it comes to pampering beautiful women.” He grinned as she blushed, tucking one of the tendrils of hair behind her ear as the maitre’d led them to a secluded alcove, a small round table positioned in the middle of a rounded booth, with soft, inviting cushions. A curtain was pushed all the way to one side, and Sabrina reached out and fingered it, confusion on her face.
“What’s this for?” she asked.
“Privacy, madam,” the maitre’d replied, a slight smile on his face. Sabrina glanced at Joe, her red face immediately telling him of the naughty thoughts that had run through her head upon hearing that. He grinned, politely gesturing for her to seat herself first. Still blushing slightly, Sabrina quickly slid into the booth, arranging herself primly behind the table. Joe slid in next to her, for decency’s sake leaving a bit of room between them as the maitre’d handed them their menus. “Your server will be with you momentarily; enjoy your meal.” With a cordial nod, he left, and Sabrina immediately opened the menu and buried her face in it, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
“I can’t believe what I was thinking!” she sputtered after a moment, her face alight with laughter.
“Oh I’m sure something along those lines has happened when they pull the curtains here,” Joe said teasingly, chuckling at her.
“You think?” Sabrina said dubiously.
“Pretty positive. Restaurants like this are rife in LA,” Joe said, stretching.
“This isn’t LA,” Sabrina reminded him, chuckling.
“No, but from what I’ve heard, El Paso’s just as degenerate. At least in LA you don’t have adult stores and adult movie theaters every mile or so,” Joe teased. Although he wasn’t about to tell her, he had visited a couple of them that afternoon, searching for supplies for that evening.
“No, you just have them every half mile,” Sabrina said, giggling behind her hand as a young waiter came up to them, setting a glass of ice water in front of each of them and handing the wine menu to Joe, who flipped through it briefly before making his selection. They then placed their orders and were left alone by the waiter, who drew the curtain as he left, cocooning them in a little world of their own. Joe took immediate advantage, sliding closer to Sabrina and slipping his arm around her shoulders while he nibbled at her ear. “Joe!” Sabrina half-hissed, half-laughed, squirming as his talented tongue immediately sent tingles skittering down her spine. “Quit it!”
“Can’t help it; you’re too tempting,” Joe murmured in her ear, his free hand slipping under the tablecloth to stroke her thigh.
“Look, I know what I was thinking when he said the curtains were for privacy, but this is pushing it a little!” Sabrina sputtered, still squirming as his hand slowly slid up her thigh, his fingers just brushing her cloth-covered mound. She inhaled sharply as a stab of arousal hit her, a soft moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to hold it in.
“Sure you want me to stop?” Joe asked, breathing hotly in her ear as he slowly stroked his fingers over her mound, rubbing just hard enough to send tingles directly to her clit, his white teeth tugging gently on her earlobe.
“Ummm…. No… I mean yes, yes, you should stop,” Sabrina said, grabbing his hand in slight desperation. “I mean, the waiter might be back any minute and…” her words trailed off into a soft moan as Joe rubbed just a little harder, ignoring the grip of her fingers on his wrist.
“I don’t think I should stop… especially since I’m so hungry,” Joe growled softly in her ear, licking the soft curve.
Sabrina gave him a slightly blank look, still somewhat dazed from his attentions and therefore having trouble focusing. “Huh?” she said.
Joe grinned wickedly, very deliberately sliding his hand down to one of the slits in her skirt, sliding his hand underneath the fabric and onto her nylon-clad thigh. His eyes widened slightly as his hand slid up further and touched bare skin. Thigh-highs… this will make things much easier, he thought to himself, his grin growing even more wicked. He slid his fingers over her panties, teasingly playing with the elastic band around her leg before sliding under the fabric, his fingers sliding into her damp slit, stroking a long caress along her sensitive flesh. Sabrina tensed, her fingers digging into the fabric of the seat, a soft moan of denial escaping her as Joe pulled his hand free, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. Holding her slightly dazed gaze, he deliberately licked her essence from his fingers, his eyes dark with desire. “Mmmm…. Delicious. I should have more,” he murmured.
Sabrina’s eyes widened as she caught his meaning, but before she could stop him, Joe slid out of sight under the tablecloth, diving between her legs and spreading them apart. “Joe!” she hissed, glancing nervously at the curtain separating them from the rest of the restaurant. “You need to stop- Ooooh….” Her protest trailed off into a moan as she felt the flat of his tongue sweep over the lips of her sex, inhibited only slightly by the thin lace fabric of the thong panties she had daringly donned that evening, hoping he would like them. She just didn’t think he would like them this much! She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he pulled the thin strip of fabric aside, his other hand gripping her hip to pull her closer to his questing mouth, his tongue slowly licking her slit in a long, slow lap, culminating on her already throbbing clit. She shut her eyes, her breathing growing faster despite her best efforts. It was so deliciously decadent, knowing they were in a crowded restaurant, knowing they could be discovered at any moment, and feeling his talented tongue sliding in and out of her dripping sex just out of sight. She tensed as he slid one finger deep into her, his tongue moving up to flick teasingly at her clit, a slight whimper escaping her. “Joe… please… this… this isn’t…. oh my God… this isn’t the place… for this,” she whispered, tensing even more as he teased her closer and closer to climax, her nails digging into the fabric of the seat as he pushed her leg up onto the bench, opening her even more for his assault. Suddenly the curtain was pushed aside, startling Sabrina into a yelp, her startled gaze meeting the waiter’s.
“Sorry ma’am; didn’t mean to scare you. Oh… where’s your companion?” the waiter asked curiously.
“He’s…” Driving me absolutely insane, Sabrina thought, viciously biting back a moan as Joe, well aware of the waiter’s presence, teasingly nibbled on her clit, thrusting another finger into her tight sheath. “In the bathroom,” she finished, trying hard to control her breathing, her voice breaking slightly from the strain of trying to appear normal. I am going to kill him, she thought, her fingers digging harder into the seat as his teeth nibbled harder, teasing her closer and closer to climax with every passing second.
The waiter nodded, and then paused, looking closer at her. “Are you all right, ma’am?” he asked, looking concerned. “You’re sort of flushed.”
“Fine,” Sabrina assured him, managing to let go of the seat long enough to fan herself. “Just a bit warm is all.” Hot is more like it, she thought, desperately trying to control herself long enough for him to leave. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her with every teasing stroke of Joe’s tongue or nibble of his teeth, his fingers within her curling up and pressing against the front of her sheath, deliberately teasing at her G-spot. She wasn’t sure she could hold back her orgasm much longer, her body tensing in anticipation of the tidal wave building within her.
“All right,” the waiter said somewhat dubiously, setting their plates of food down on the table. “Shall I pour the wine?” he asked.
“If you prefer,” Sabrina said in a strained voice, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to stifle her scream of pleasure as Joe bit her teasingly once more.
The waiter gave her a strange look, but refrained from saying anything, instead opening the bottle and pouring the wine into their glasses, setting the bottle down on the table when he was done. “Will there be anything else?” he asked.
“No I’m…” Well and truly fucked, she thought, trying hard not to pant. “Good,” she finished weakly, attempting a smile.
“Very well. Please let me know if you need anything else,” the waiter said, drawing the curtain across the alcove once more. The second he had left, Sabrina dropped the normal façade, her hands shooting down to clutch at Joe’s head as she writhed against his mouth, panting softly. Sensing her need, Joe teasingly licked her once more before fastening his mouth to her throbbing clit, sucking hard on it, his tongue flicking hard and fast as his fingers thrust deep into her, curling up to press hard against her G-spot. Sabrina tensed, her body convulsing as she came hard and fast, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy, her honey flowing from her. Panting, she slumped against the cushions, jerking slightly as Joe softly licked her, cleaning up the flow of her juices, his fingers sliding out of her and tugging her panties back into place. She kept her eyes closed as he slid back into his seat, still breathing hard. “You… are so dead,” she said calmly, eyes still closed.
Joe just grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You can kill me later; right now, I’m sure that at least one of us is hungry, so eat up. You’ll need your strength.” He laughed as her eyes shot open, glaring at him. He tweaked the tip of her nose teasingly. “Sorry tigress; I couldn’t resist. You just looked so delicious,” he said unrepentantly.
Oh he is going to pay for that, Sabrina thought evilly. A wicked idea popped into her head, making her wonder if she was brave enough to try it. Oh hell yeah… he deserves it for that little stunt he just pulled, she thought. Assuming a calm demeanor, she sat forward, eating her dinner nonchalantly as her plan solidified in her mind. She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine if it killed her.
Excusing herself after eating most of her dinner, she headed for the bathroom, surveying the layout of their area of the restaurant thoughtfully. Their secluded little alcove luckily had very few tables within eyeshot of it, and as the dinner crowd was thinning out, only one table had any occupants, who were nearly done with their after-dinner drinks and getting ready to leave. Smiling wickedly to herself, Sabrina returned to their area after a few minutes, noticing gratefully that the last occupants had left, leaving them alone in that area. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she carefully lifted the bottom of the curtain and the tablecloth that was directly next to it, slipping into the small area beneath the table and letting the fabric fall carefully into place behind her. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she grinned wickedly as she crawled a bit closer to Joe’s legs.
Joe had been finishing his dinner when he abruptly felt a small hand slowly caressing the half-hard erection he’d been sporting since playing with Sabrina, long fingers delving beneath the fabric to caress him directly. “Bri?” he asked quietly, starting to lift the tablecloth to check, startled that she’d been able to slip in without him noticing. A hand grabbed the cloth before he could lift it very far, pressing it silently down next to his hip, while another hand urged his legs to spread farther apart, a warm body settling between them. He gasped softly as he felt a warm mouth press against his cock through his pants and boxers, immediately growing harder as a hot breath was exhaled over the thin fabric. Intrigued, Joe let go of the tablecloth, sitting back to see where this was going. He felt a pair of warm hands swiftly undoing his slacks, sliding into his boxers and tugging his cock out, gently squeezing, making him moan softly. A wet tongue slowly swiped over the head of his erection, making him even harder. The warm lips slowly traveled down the length of his cock, leaving nibbling little kisses that had Joe trembling slightly. Abruptly those warm lips surrounded him, the nimble tongue laving the sensitive head of his erection, tearing a startled moan from him as the warm lips traveled all the way down his hard length, taking him all the way in. It was all he could do to hold himself still as he felt her mouth slowly travel back up, sucking hard on him as she did so in the way that had driven him nearly insane the night before, surrounding the sensitive head as her tongue laved the tip, licking up the sticky pre-cum that leaked from the head. “Jesus,” he whispered, panting softly as her mouth pulled away briefly, returning to the soft, nibbling kisses down his entire throbbing length, teasing him mercilessly. Joe swallowed hard, gripping the seat under him in much the way Sabrina had earlier, his eyes darting slightly nervously to the curtain separating them from the restaurant. He remembered all too well how he had teased her while the waiter was there, and was mildly afraid he couldn’t pull off the act as well as she had, despite his best efforts to drive her so wild she couldn’t hide her need from the waiter. It had been an exciting game, but now the tables had been turned, leaving him burning with lust as her tongue teasingly licked every inch of his throbbing cock. “God… Bri… you’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut as she lightly nipped the sensitive tip, her teeth slowly scraping down the entire length of him.
“Now you know how it feels,” he heard her whisper from underneath the table, a triumphant note in her voice as she once more took him deep in her mouth, her fist pumping the small part of his cock not in her mouth as she slowly bobbed up and down, sucking hard on each upstroke until he was biting his lip in order not to cry out.
“All… all right then… lesson learned,” Joe said in a slightly strangled tone, hoping she would stop so he could get them back to her apartment, her expert touch on him making him nearly wild to be inside her.
“Oh I don’t think so,” Sabrina whispered softly, a wicked note in her voice. “I’m not nearly done with you.” Before he could protest, she latched onto his erection once more, sucking hard, her hands wriggling underneath him to grip his ass and pull him closer to her seeking mouth. Joe moaned, growing more and more aroused with every suck, every quick stroke of her tongue, and every light scrape of her teeth against his skin. Suddenly their waiter pulled the curtain aside once again, making Joe jump.
“Sorry sir; I seem to be having that effect on you and your lady friend this evening,” the waiter apologized. “By the way, where is she?”
“In… the bathroom,” Joe said somewhat lamely, clenching his teeth as Sabrina, now aware of the waiter’s presence, began bobbing up and down on him once again, moving faster as one hand moved around him to cup and squeeze his balls, driving him nearly insane. Fuck…I can’t believe this! He thought desperately, fighting to keep his raging lust from showing on his face. It was nearly doubling his pleasure to know that at any moment they could be discovered, the thrill of possible voyeurism making itself known in the waves of burning desire swamping him.
“Been there a while, hasn’t she?” the waiter commented, picking up their plates and setting them on a small tray off to one side, setting a small menu on the table.
“Yeah well… you know women and bathrooms… they can take a while when they want to,” Joe said, biting back a groan viciously as Sabrina sharply nipped the sensitive tip of his cock, her tongue soothing the small pain a moment later before engulfing him deep in her mouth once more, her tongue dancing all over him.
“Shall I tell you the desserts tonight, sir?” the waiter asked, picking up the small menu and looking at Joe expectantly.
“Ummm… better wait until… Sabrina comes back,” Joe said, trying desperately to control his trembling. He could feel his climax coming as Sabrina deep-throated him, the muscles of her throat contracting around him as she swallowed hard, her nails teasingly scraping over his balls, waves of pleasure crashing over him with every passing second.
“All right. I’ll be back shortly then,” the waiter said, pulling the curtain once more, no doubt thinking that his current customers were very weird. Joe didn’t care; the second they were alone again he reached down, soft, incoherent moans of approval escaping him as he grasped her head, guiding her up and down on his throbbing dick as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Sabrina continued to suck hard at him, one hand slowly wriggling underneath him again, stroking the sensitive flesh between his ass cheeks, one long finger slowly slipping into the tiny opening almost hidden there and stroking deliberately over the sensitive gland within. Joe froze, gasping, his teeth biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to muffle the harsh shout as he came hard, his body trembling violently as he experience what had to be the most intense orgasm of his life, his seed pouring into her mouth as she kept sucking, swallowing his cum with soft moans of delight. Gasping, Joe slumped against the cushions, jerking slightly as she slowly cleaned him up with long licks of her tongue before carefully tucking him back inside his slacks and fastening them back up. She slid up into the seat next to him, a smug, cat-ate-the-canary grin on her face. Joe shook a finger at her, still breathing hard, an unwilling grin also curving his lips.
“I think… I have learned my lesson,” he said, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself. “I suppose you’re not interested in dessert?” he asked after a moment.
“I think I’ve just been fed the best dessert ever,” Sabrina purred, licking her lips. “The most delicious cream one could imagine.” She winked teasingly at him.
Joe laughed, leaning over to brush a soft kiss against her lips. “Good enough for you… but I haven’t had mine yet. It’ll have to wait until we get back to your place,” he said in a silky drawl, winking back at her.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Sabrina asked, arching a brow at him.
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