Deep Desires Pt. 09 - Lola

The ambience of the restaurant was romantic. The lighting was wall sconces and dim table lamps and the space had been fitted out beautifully with sand stone walls and dark hardwood floors. The open plan kitchen had a large wood-fire oven that dominated the room, giving the place a lovely cosiness. Lola gazed around the room at the patrons seated at other tables, they were all finely dressed and either in couples or small intimate groups. It was a very nice restaurant she decided- incredible food and amazing martini's. She sipped from her glass, enjoying the way the olive brine and alcohol danced on her tongue.

"You know, a vodka martini is just a sin." The tone was trying to be cheeky but was just haughty. Lola redirected her gaze to the man seated opposite her who had just criticised her drink choice. His hair was dark, almost black, and he had olive skin courtesy of his avid love of sailing according to the past 15 minutes of her life. He was cleanly shaven and had pretty nice cheekbones. He wore a suit and tie to their date which Lola knew was his outfit of choice and not something he had to wear because he came to dinner from the office. If that didn't show his age then the greying hair just above his ears confirmed it. His name was Garrett, he was 45, in great shape, worked in finance and was originally from Melbourne. That is what they had covered so far and it was more than she really cared to know about him.

Lola took another sip of her drink and plucked out the pick, dragging one of the fat olives off with her teeth. She chewed and swallowed before saying, "actually, when drinking a martini made as dirty as I like them, the botanicals in gin fight with the olive brine and the drink tastes foul, making vodka the better choice. If you like your martini's with a twist, or simply dry, then sure, gin is preferred. However, people should be able to order whatever the fuck they like and be allowed to enjoy it, don't you think, Garret?"

Garrett gave he an oily smile, "you've got quite the mouth on you don't you, young lady? If any daughter of mine spoke that way... well I'd have something to say about it." Garret's tone was even and friendly, but his eyes had grown stern.

"What are you going to do, spank me?" Lola fixed her eyes on Garret, sipped her martini, and smirked. Her interest in her date was piqued, maybe she could shock him. The idea thrilled her. "Because I'll have you know, I'm not some cowering young lady- I spank back."

"Ah, so you are entirely devoid of manners then. I'd wager your daddy never bothered to lift a finger in raising you."

He was being playful but Lola felt her chest hollow for a brief moment. She assessed Garret, appreciated his mature businessman aesthetic, his boorish, affluent interests, his stern disapproval of her, and shamefully she got wet. "You'd win that bet."

One hour later Garret and Lola were in her living room, her tight black dress tossed on the floor next to Garret's suit. She was reclined on the couch with Garret's face between her thighs lapping and sucking at her pussy. He'd be down there for a while and had worked Lola up nicely, her arousal was peaked and an orgasm not far off. Garret's tongue delved between her folds, licking and sucking his way up to her clit where he would suckle on the bundle of nerves making Lola cry out and jerk her hips. His pattern of movement was considered and precise and it was working. That is, until he became more erratic with his mouth, throwing off the rhythm and stalling her building release. Too impatient, Garret then rose from between her legs and tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth. As he was rolling the condom over his dick Lola noted it was just about average in size, nothing like Callum's big thick cock. Callum came to mind unbidden and Lola forced him from her thoughts, angry at herself for even thinking of him. She refocused on Garret, determined to enjoy herself, and sat up to reach behind her back and remove her black lace bra. Her large breasts bounced free of the restraints and her nipples hardened.

"Fuck, you have gorgeous tits." Garret's eyes were locked on her chest, he was practically salivating at her huge, creamy white, natural DD boobs. Lola glowed under the admiration, she'd always been proud of them, and squeezed one of her breasts with her hand. "You like what you see?"

"Oh yeah, baby girl. Daddy like." Garret lowered his mouth to a nipple and grabbed the flesh. He sucked for a few seconds then rose from her chest, gripping her thighs and shoved himself inside her pussy in one sudden movement. He moaned and closed his eyes and Lola just watched him thrusting and panting. She was wet and while it felt good, she knew straight away that she wasn't going to cum. The thought sobered her arousal but she made a moaning sound for his benefit. She watched Garret as he rutted into her, heaving himself forward and back, eyes still closed. His chest was right in front of her face and she noticed there were more grey hairs there than black. Lola wondered why his body hair was greying faster than the hair on his head and then considered whether he dyed it.

"I'm going to cum, are you close?" Garret's breathing was heavy, he had opened his eyes but they were on her bouncing tits, not her face.

Lola let out another dramatic moan, "oh yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She wasn't even trying to sound convincing but Garret either didn't care or believed it because it tipped him over the edge and soon he was jerking himself back and forth, climaxing inside her. And that was it. When he was done, he pulled out of her and sunk into the couch, head resting on the back. Lola stood, located her black lace bra and put it on. She then picked up her tight black dress and stepped into it, putting her arms through the thin straps before turning her back to Garret and asking him to zip her up. He groggily complied, a little confused by her sudden activity. Adjusting her tits in the dress, Lola went to the bathroom to freshen up and when she returned Garrett had his pants and shirt on.

"I need you to leave now, I'm going out."

"Going out. What, now?" Garret looked her up and down.

"It was fun, but just a one time thing, don't you think? We're not going to be seeing each other again." Lola's tone was clipped and efficient. She didn't even want to look at him anymore. She didn't regret the sex, she enjoyed sex, whether she came or not, but now that that part of the evening was over she was just done with him.

"Wow, that's cold."

"No, cold would be telling you how boring I find you and that's really the reason I won't be seeing you again after tonight. Cold would be saying that you're a walking cliche: a desperate older man pursuing 20-something-year- olds in his pathetic bid to still feel young." Her face was deadpan as she eviscerated him all before he could buckle his belt. Garret recovered quickly though, he chuckled slightly before draping his tie around his shoulders, collecting his shoes and jacket and then facing her.

"I'm the cliche? You are text book daddy issues. You walk around in your tight little dresses, spreading your legs for older men like me in hopes they will give you the validation your daddy never did. You like to get fucked but I bet you haven't had a real romantic relationship your whole life." He advanced toward her slowly. "Don't delude yourself into thinking I wanted anything more than those huge tits and slutty pussy, Lola. You're too much of a bitch to have a real relationship with."

Lola was shocked. She was left utterly speechless as Garret turned and left her apartment, closing the door behind him. Alone in her living room indignation burned inside her. His words stung and made her feel exposed because they were true. She cringed and took a deep breath. A moment later a reckless and erratic energy swelled and Lola messaged a friend she knew was out. She suddenly felt pent up and destructive, she wanted to drink and dance in a dark club with a mosh pit for a dance floor. She went to her fridge and sculled half a bottle of Chardonnay. Perhaps she would fuck someone else, maybe at the end of the night she would find the satisfaction she was looking for. Or maybe she wouldn't, but at least she'd be out doing something, anything other than sitting alone with her thoughts. Her phone pinged and, now that she had a destination, she ordered an uber.

The club pulsed. On the dance floor Lola felt apart of one writhing organism whose heartbeat pounded and shuddered a rhythm her body gyrated to. The beat was so strong she felt it in her bone marrow and her chest buzzed with its vibrations. The lights were synced in time with the music, bright pink, green and indigo then strobed, and everything tantalised the senses to culminate in a deliciously chaotic delirium that Lola had lost herself to for hours. Beat, lights, breath, movement- that's all that existed for her. The music sung through her blood and heightened her ecstasy which she had fueled with an unknown number of shots with her friends soon after she'd arrived. Her skin was wet with human sweat, hers and the sweat of whomever she rubbed up against in her dancing. The club was crowded and Lola had long ago lost sensitivity to touching other bodies. They were all one mass. Shoulders slid along arms, backs grazed chests, hands brushed thighs, hips pressed against bottoms and then pressed harder.

Lola felt a hand snake up the inside of her thigh from behind but she kept swaying her hips. Uncaring, she even widened her legs and arched her back. She danced and allowed the stranger to bring his hand under the hem of her dress to cup her bare sex. Apparently encouraged by her lack of protest, the fingers easily slipped between her slick folds. Two fingers stroked the length of her pussy, feeling for her swollen clit and drawing circles over it once they did. An arm snaked around her waist and a large hand flattened itself on her belly, pulling her back until she was pressed against a hard, hot frame. Lola kept dancing and the body at her back moved with her.

The hand between her legs kept stroking her smooth wet slit and Lola surrendered to the stranger completely, closing her eyes and resting her head against the warm male chest. She heard music, felt its vibrations, saw the inside of her eyelids flash with the lights, and focused on the hand between her thighs. Nothing else mattered. Her dancing became more intentional, a rolling of her hips against the fingers at a pace she enjoyed. Her pussy got wetter making the strokes smoother. Two fingers found her hole and plunged deep inside. Lola gasped, mouth going wide, a surge of arousal flooded her and her rolling hips began to move up and down, brazenly humping the hand nestled between her legs.

She felt her wet pussy clench around the fingers inside her and a pressure built in her lower stomach. Mouth still open, her breath coming in pants, Lola raised an arm to grip the stranger's neck and anchor herself. Arching her back further so her ass pushed hard against the fingers, she tilted her hips to give them full access. Lola relished the firm deep thrusts. Two fingers were thick but the stranger added a third, stretching her and filling her pussy to the point of discomfort. Lola was far enough along that the slight burn of the stretching and overwhelming full feeling only brought her release closer and with three final deep thrusts she came.

The walls of her pussy pulsed as the muscles contracted and rippled around the hand that had found its way up her dress. Her hips jerked back a few times in involuntary spasms and she leant further against the man behind her, giving him some of her weight as she rode out the last of her orgasm. When she was done Lola brought her hand away from the stranger's neck and walked straight ahead without looking back. She didn't care to know who had just pleasured her in the middle of a crowded club. He didn't matter. She readjusted her dress and weaved through the bodies to the club bathrooms. She reached their entrance and then felt strong hands grab her hips and pull her back against the firm panes of a male body. She felt a bulge jutting into her back and hot breath on her ear as the stranger leant down into her neck.

"We're not done yet, Lady."

Lola's whole body stiffened as she recognised His voice. Her mind was racing, trying to understand how he could be here, but her head swam from the dancing, drinking and the orgasm she'd just had.

The one Callum had just given her.

She felt his hand squeeze the flesh of her breast as the warm hard wall that was his body stepped forward, herding her into the bathroom. She allowed it, the shock of the situation melting into her heated blood. She softened herself into him and reached back to rub his erection. Callum growled into her neck and kissed her skin. He pushed her harder and they moved quickly into the bathroom and entered the nearest stall where Lola spun in his arms and finally looked at Callum. In black cargo pants and a black singlet, his arms were bare. More of his skin was exposed than she had ever seen before.

The tanned skin on his forearms was peppered with golden hairs and ridged to show defined muscles. His biceps were equally cut and a large intricate tattoo stood out starkly against his pale skin on his left shoulder. Partially concealed by his singlet, Lola could see black feathers shaded in great detail, and a fine clawed talon. Some sort of black bird in flight. The other wing and rest of the bird ended on his chest concealed by the singlet. The bird shifted with his movement and Lola felt his hand grab her jaw and tilt her face up to his. Sparkling crystal blue eyes smouldered at her. The fire in his eyes was intense and made Lola's own burn hotter. Callum lowered his mouth onto hers slowly and kissed her. It was a heady, languishing kiss and her head rushed and swam.

A whimpering sound escaped her throat and Callum moaned. Lola had never been kissed so thoroughly. His firm warm lips smothered her pillowy mouth and the pressure of his tongue on hers was entrancing. It was a worshipping kiss. A loving kiss. Lola felt that love and her chest flushed with heat and she felt giddy. She wanted more and she returned the kiss just as passionately. When they parted she gazed into Callum's eyes and saw everything she had felt. In that moment Lola wanted him, wanted to be his, wanted to give herself entirely to him, not just her body but her heart too. The fluttering warmth in her chest snapped and became a searing hot vice and she couldn't breathe. Her thoughts were halted by a loud resounding 'no.' She imagined those invading thoughts being wiped away. Redacted. Erased. Forgotten.

"We can't do this." He voice was breathy and weak. Callum kissed her neck, licking and sucking, making her gasp and moan anew. His hands went beneath her bottom and he lifted her, pushing her back against the wall of the bathroom stall. Automatically Lola wrapped her legs around his waist and her dress hiked and bunched at her hips. The familiarity of the position made her core throb.

"Stop fighting me Lola, we both know you want this too." As he spoke he loosened his belt and fumbled with his pants, all while kissing her.

Lola did want this, her hot centre was contracting, trying to grip and suck on the cock it knew was close. Even as she shook her head, she moaned at the friction their writhing bodies created.

"Callum, sto- OH!" His hot hard dick thrust into her deeply. She was so wet with her own mess he'd caused on the dance floor that he went in with little resistance. He groaned with pleasure and snapped his hips once more, shoving himself hard inside her and she felt as though she would cum again any second. She clawed at his back, gasping. When he didn't move again, just stayed buried between her legs, she made frustrated little mewling sounds.

"Say yes, Lola." His voice was a whisper against her shoulder and neck.

She moaned.

"Say you want me."

Her pussy was gripping him desperately. "I want your dick."

He kissed slowly up her neck. His body was so tense with his restraint he seemed to vibrate with the leashed energy.

"Say you want me."

The silence that came after was pregnant. She knew what he wanted her to say, he was trying to bring her back to what they had shared when they had kissed. She couldn't go there. She couldn't give him that.

"I want you to fuck me, Callum." Lola moaned and she tried to move her hips against him. The more she admitted her needs, the more they amplified and her pussy was practically weeping she was so wet. "Please fuck me. Please."

His resolve seemed to break with her begging, that or he had heard enough to be satisfied, because Callum started fucking her. The power of his thrusts caused the stall wall to shudder on its hinges. Lola cried out in relief, pleasure building exponentially between her legs. No one and nothing felt like this. Snickering was heard in the bathroom but Lola didn't care, let them hear Callum fuck her brains out, they should be so lucky. She moaned loudly, her wet centre contracting and throbbing around his shaft. Her orgasm was upon her suddenly and her pussy contracted so strongly she heard low bubbling sounds as air escaped her vagina.

Callum rode out her orgasm, rolling his neck and groaning with her, "Fuck, yeah." His hip thrusts increased in speed then slowed as he started to cum, pumping her pussy full of his hot load. Lola relished it, thinking of his cum filling her all the way up.

As the euphoria ebbed. Lola's senses snapped back into place and she assessed what had just happened between them. She had loved getting fucked but had she revealed more than that? She cast her mind back to what she said, what he said, wondering if thoughts had been said aloud.

Callum withdrew and lowered her to the ground. He turned to grab some toilet paper to wipe himself off and handed her some as well. She took it and cleaned the mess between her thighs, jumping slightly at the contact on her oversensitive clit. Once they were done Callum moved to her and swept the hair back from her face, cupping each cheek gently. His face was all sharp, hard angles but the way he looked at her was soft. He leant in to kiss her mouth and she turned her head to the side, denying him.

"Don't flatter yourself it could have been anybody." Her voice came out cold. She felt Callum still and couldn't look at him. She kept her head turned as the silence stretched between them and then he removed his hands, stepping back.

"Yeah, you do make it easy don't you?"

His jab ignited her temper and she did look at him then- armed with her wrath she had the strength to. Callum was leaning against the opposite wall staring at her. The soft warmth was gone from his eyes, so was the usual teasing mirth, and left in their place was a cold hard mask. She had hurt him. She didn't care. He was wounded by her rejection but he had no right to her. He could take what she gave him and no more. He was lucky to get it! She'd never seen him look this way and it made her chest crack. As soon as the wound formed she cauterised it with anger, resenting that he could hurt her at all. Lola fixed her black dress and adjusted her tits. Once she felt a little more put together she turned on her heels to face Callum. He looked beautiful. Cold and hurt as he was, he was still stunning. But he was dangerous.

Lola put on a mocking pout, "aw poor Callum. Are you throwing your toys out of the pram?" Hands behind her back, bottom lip out, she sauntered toward him. He scoffed at her, looked away and tensed his jaw. Lola folded herself against his chest, her fingers lightly trailing up to pull down the neckline of his singlet and trace the black feathers of his tattoo. A raven. Her voice was a soft taunt, "you're the kind of guy I fuck, not the kind of guy I keep." With that said, she moved back, opened the door of the bathroom stall and left him.