Lunch Party

*************Annabeth***********

Ray drove me home after I was done at the hospital. I invited him in for lunch and he offered to cook. I tried to refuse but he wouldn't have it.

So now, we are on the kitchen Island with our plates filled with pasta and our wine glasses half full.. except mine though, mines almost empty..not my fault, the wine he ordered was just too good.

"So, how are you?" He said taking another fork of pasta.

"I'm good, I guess".

"You guess? Why would you guess? Is it because of what happened at the hospital?" He asked with his mouth half full...he looks so cute

"Yeah" I said nodding my head. " What would that man want with me? I've cleared all of my fathers debts with the deposit you gave me after the accident. So I owe no one.. why would he come to the hospital? It's unsettling" I said shoving another fork of pasta in my mouth.

I've tried not thinking about all that happened in the hospital, but it's not easy to push away the memory of almost being killed, or raped or kidnapped. It's concerning.

Ray put his cutlery down on both sides of his plate and sat into his chair folding his arms across his chest . Those muscles ..."My father sent him. He was supposed to beat you up and probably leave some injuries."

I was flabbergasted to say the least.

"Wow!!" I said bursting into a fit of laughter confusing Ray.

" Me?! Adam Brooks would pay how many thousand dollars just to get me all beaten up? Did I piss him off that bad?" I said bursting into another fit of laughter. " Ordinary me. Wow okay. So if that's what he wants to do with me, what does he do to his real enemies, huh? Roast 'em?"

Raymond had a serious look on his face, I stopped laughing.

"What's wrong" I asked. But his face didn't budge, it contorted even more.

" Raymond!!" I screamed and he snapped out of his reveire.

"Geezz, woman. You don't have to scream that loud."

" Well, I wouldn't have to if you didn't just zone in the middle of our conversation, you know, the one where your 'dad' sent someone to hurt me, and the possibility of him sending someone to kill me when the bruise on his enormous ego begins to fester" I said sitting into my own seat and folding my arms.

"I'm so sorry, I was thinking about something"

"It's okay" I said focusing on my meal.

" Look, don't be scared. He wouldn't get to you. I promise that. Today would be the last time, okay?"

"Yeah thank you. I'd think about it. Later."

"Alright" he said picking his glass and downed all of its contents in one go.

"You know it's still too early to get drunk, right?" I said giving him a small look.

" Oh no worries, I'm not trying to get drunk. I'm just enjoy the liquid confidence it gives" he said twirling the wine he had just added in his glass. "Can I ask you something?" He said looking up at me.

"Uh...yeah" he didn't need to ask for permission..weird.

" What do you think about werewolves?" He asked looking at me closely...as if trying to see or gauge my reaction..double weird.

I squinted my eye at him in confusion..why would he ask me that?

"Okay. Firstly, why would I think about them, they are myths. And Secondly, why would you ask me that?"

" How, what happened?"

"It's too weird. Totally out of context" I said continuing my meal.

" Yeah, that's right." He muttered. " Thank you for the meal, I really appreciate."

He said standing up from his seat and taking his plate to the sink.

"It's okay, you drove me home, the least I could do was invite you for lunch. You are welcome though."

"The least you could do ehh??... Tell me, Annabeth. What's the most you can do?" He said leaning into my neck from behind me. I instantly froze. It wasn't supposed to go left!!!!

The feeling of his warm breath on my neck sent tingles down my spine and straight to my love hole. I gulped.... This is torture.

"Speechless, I see." He said again and began kissing the side of my neck going down to my shoulder and coming back up again. A throaty moan escaped my lips as he sucked on the part just behind and below my ear.. He's driving me crazy.

His lips went lower as he nibbled on the part just above my collar bone, his breath on my neck, the feeling of his tongue against my skin.. I think I'm loosing it.

I felt his hand on my stomach rubbing the entire area. Not going lower or higher. I need more...

I took his hand in mine, taking it to the lower region and stopping just above my sweatpants.

"Go in" I whispered in-between moans. I'd need a lot of make up to cover the damage he is causing to my neck.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice sounding hoarse and deep. I felt it resonate down there...

"You shouldn't keep a woman waiting, Raymond" With that, he lifted me off the chair carrying me in a bridal style to the couch.

He placed me on it, giving me a light kiss. He took off his tie and straightened it out. I gave him a questioning look.

"It's for your eyes, no worries"

He put the tie around my eyes and knotted it.

"Tell me when to stop, okay and if you are not comfortable with anywhere I touch, you say 'red' understood?" I nodded. "Words baby" he said as he touched by bottom lip.

"Yes sir."

He took off my sweatpants slowly kissing every inch skin that was unveiled as he took off the pants. My senses are tingling in anticipation and pleasure. I'm pretty sure my love hole is all soaked and ready.. would he put it in?

"No thinking, Anna. Just feeling." He said as I felt his gaze on my legs..and maybe in-between. I felt really hot.. trying to keep my ragged breathing in place.

I felt him kneel down before me, he opened my legs, allowing his fingers trail higher up my laps. My heart is beating faster than it has ever done. I felt his fingers graze over my panties as they made their way to my juicy center..that betraying bitch.

He placed two fingers over my wet hole grazing it slightly.

"Mmhmm" he moaned, smacking his lips. "Let's get this party started, Vixen.