He stood and offered his hand to help me up. “Let’s go. I need to take you somewhere you can put those lips of yours to good use.”
“I’m all yours, baby,” I cooed. “My casa is your casa.” At the front door, Mama Picasso hugged us both and thanked us for eating at her restaurant.
Back in the SUV, Jamie focused on getting us back to my apartment as quickly as possible, and I focused on revving him up. I squeezed his leg, rubbed his lower belly, and patted his growing cock. “Looks likethe one-eyed monster is awake,” I said, gleefully. I poked it a little, and Jamie swatted my hand away.
“Really? That’s the best you can do, Mr. Librarian?” he said as he turned onto my street.
“Does it matter? Whatever name you want to give to your stiffy, as long as I’m riding it sometime in the next fifteen minutes, we’re good.” So much for not putting out on the first date. But I have a goodfeeling about this one.