"Don’t tell me anything for once."
His quick retort made Tracy feel flustered.
"I don’t…"
Mr. Hayes jammed the remaining chunk of ice down the front of her shirt and pressed it against her right nipple, causing Tracy to gasp. The mix of surprise and desire left her speechless.
Again he leaned in for a kiss, this time taking the time to thrust his tongue over hers in quick, hard caresses while he worked her breast with the ice. It was then that Tracy felt the last remaining threads of her migraine give way to pure, unadulterated lust. She needed him to take her right there, needed to let go of the control that she had worked so hard to build in her favor. Something about Mr. Hayes’ eagerness made her go limp in his arms.
Tracy pulled away from their kiss just long enough to groan, "Take me, Mr. Hayes."
The billionaire yanked his hand out of her top and flicked the melted water off of his fingers. Still behind her, he pushed both hands down below the waist of her designer denim shorts. He put his head beside hers. Tracy could hear his breathing. It was deep, heavy and slow, like an animal waiting to strike. Each hot breath rolled down over her shoulder, heating the cold skin on her chest back up.
The hot, prickling sensation made her bite the corner of her lip and moan.
Mr. Hayes’ roving fingers tip-toed beyond the precipice of her quivering mound. His nicely manicured nails barely grazed the curved tops of her neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. From there he pushed onward, letting his middle finger slip down between her dripping wet folds.
Tracy slouched down in her seat just slightly and pushed her knees apart. The whole time, her eyes stayed clenched shut. Something about the way she felt right then, the way that every touch sent rippling waves of pleasure racing out through her tense body, made her reluctant to move another muscle.
As it turned out, she didn’t have to.
Mr. Hayes spread his fingers into a ‘v’ and pushed down in a smooth, rocking motion. The webbed spot where his fingers met would caress Tracy’s swollen clit with each stroke, though just barely. Even so, hard shudders of delight rocked the tired woman’s body in time with his movements. For several minutes Mr. Hayes stayed there, rubbing up and down with increasing speed.
"Yes," Tracy hissed through clenched teeth.
After a little longer, Mr. Hayes withdrew his hand and came around in front of her, poised between Tracy’s spread legs. He jerked her new jean shorts down, along with her delicate, lace panties. Tracy moved like she was going to close her knees, but Mr. Hayes pushed them back apart, even wider.
He fell to his knees and began to kiss and nibble softly on the inside of her right thigh. Working his way up at what felt to Tracy like an agonizingly slow pace, Mr. Hayes guided his skilled mouth upward to the delicate fold of flesh lying between Tracy’s quivering thigh and her slick, throbbing pussy.
She didn’t want to wait anymore, but before she could raise her head and demand release, Mr. Hayes’s hands spread her open and wrapped his lips around her bright pink nub.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty restaurant.
Mr. Hayes continued to suckle and slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out with a rhythm that matched his pulsing sucks. Over time, Tracy could feel herself starting to fall over the edge. She buried her shaking hands under her now contorted tank top and bra, massaging her already erect nipples with tight pinches and twists.
Before she could come, Mr. Hayes pulled his mouth away from her. He knew her well enough to know when to pause for air. It was, however, only a brief interruption. Almost immediately he went back to work, this time using his tongue to rock back and forth over her aching clit. At the same time, he curled the two fingers inside of her upward and coaxed them forward, massaging Tracy’s most delicate spot.
Every pound and lick came together at just the right time, pushing Tracy into the first throes of her orgasm. She screamed out and ground her hips toward him, forcing his skilled tongue against her wet area. The racing waves of ecstasy spread out through her body, making her hands and feet tingle wildly.
When he was sure that she had finished completely, Mr. Hayes slipped his fingers out of her body and rested against her torso. He reached up, wrapped both hands around the back of her neck and pulled her head down so he could kiss her once more. Right away, Tracy’s own sweet taste melted between them.
"Come on," Mr. Hayes said after pulling away. "Let’s go home and get some rest."
Tracy knew that there was so much more work to be done, but she also knew damn well that no amount of coffee would be able to revive her from the deep sleep that she could feel coming.
She sighed, "Okay. Okay."
Mr. Hayes helped her stand up and slip her shorts back on, forgoing the panties all together. It was only a short car-ride home, and she could go commando that long. Once that was done, he took the keys out of her back pocket, lifted her up, and carried her out of the restaurant. On the way out, he locked the heavy deadbolt and stuffed the small key ring into a pocket in his slacks.
From there, it was only a few feet to his car.
No sooner than the door slammed shut did Tracy start to drift off. The plush leather beneath her, though cold on her naked thighs, was like a soft embrace that lulled away all of her stress. Every care and worry melted into the finely-stitched seat, along with whatever tenuous grasp on reality that Tracy still possessed.
She didn’t even hear Mr. Hayes slide into the driver’s seat next to her; didn’t even wince as the stabbing, white flash returned with a powerful vengeance.
Tracy felt dizzy, like the world had begun to spin faster on its axis. Everything around was a white blur that was streaked by a dizzying, swirling mix of blue and a deep, blood red. As if in her own little bubble, Tracy watched the dancing colors move around her in a perfect sphere, blocking out whatever lay on the other side.
She reached out apprehensively. Slowly, carefully, she extender her fingers toward it. She could feel an icy wind. Her hair began to whip around her head, blocking out her vision in quick flashes. All the while, she still couldn’t muster the courage to touch the sphere.