Shameless (The Therapist #2)

my side of the booth and sitting down next to me.
Once she’s seated, we both smile. I smile because I’m curious, she smiles because she knows what’s coming. This is how we play with each other. This is why our sex is so unbelievable. This is what bonds us.
“You've been amazing, Malcolm,” Ava says as she leans forward and places her face on her fist, leaning on it. “Our time together has been phenomenal for me, too. I really appreciate how good you are to me—how good you make me feel. I wanna make you feel good, too. Right now.”
“What?”
Ava doesn't hesitate when she reaches down and grabs ahold of my thick cock beneath the table. She gasps when she touches it, as if she can feel how good it feels to me. I want to stop her, but when she starts to rub it, making it harder and harder, I’m the one who hesitates. I close my eyes for the slightest second, allowing myself a moment to sink beneath the waves of ecstasy, and the next sensation I feel is Ava sliding down my zipper.
My eyes shoot open, and I look down to find my bare erection in her hand. Ava has literally pulled my dick out under the table at Outback fucking Steakhouse.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, my eyes darting around the restaurant to see if anyone has noticed what is happening. Luckily no one has yet, but that won't last forever. This dick demands attention.
“I want it, Malcolm,” Ava whispers, leaning towards me. “I want to taste you all over my tongue. I want you so bad I can't fucking stand it. From how hard your cock is, I know you want me, too. So, if you don't take me out of here right now, I’m going to get on my knees under this table and make you come in the middle of my favorite restaurant. That’s how bad I want it.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, as Ava starts to stroke my cock vigorously.
It feels so good, and I know I should reach down and stop her, but I just don't do it. However, I can't let Ava get on her knees under this table. People will see her scooting her way down there. There will be no hiding it, so when a random waitress walks by holding a tray of empty plates, I reach out and stop her. “Excuse me. Can we get our check, please?”
The waitress can't see that my dick is in Ava’s hand, but she can see her hand is under the table and moving around in my lap. She squints, before meeting my gaze again. All the while, Ava doesn't skip a beat. She keeps going as if the waitress isn't standing right next to us, and I know it won't be long before she decides to get on her knees. Ava won't care that the waitress is here.
I clear my throat and frown at the waitress, before reaching under the table to push Ava’s hand to the side and reach for my wallet. I reveal two crisp hundred dollar bills, which should more than cover our steak dinners and multiple glasses of wine. I toss the bills on the table, shove my cock inside my pants, and fix my zipper. Ava flashes a quick, satisfied smile before sliding out of the booth, and leading me out the door, all while the waitress watches us with a bewildered look etched on her face.

Chapter Six
~ Malcolm ~
The inside of my truck is hotter than it should be, even with the heater set to seventy on this winter's night. As I drive away from the restaurant, I know there are people on the sidewalks. I know there are cars next to us as we sit at the stoplight, and every nerve in my body is aware of their presence. I can't help but think that they know what's about to happen inside this Chevy Silverado. They have to know. They have to see that Ava has removed her seatbelt and is leaning over the center console of the truck, unfastening my pants with both hands.
Ava’s ass is pressed against the window—there's no way that ass isn't attracting attention—as she leans across the truck. I know I should stop this, because what if a cop rolled past us or pulled up next to us? What if someone started taking pictures to post on social media? People do that type of shit all the time. However, this is Ava, and this is us. I know she’s going to get what she wants, because even though she’s my submissive, until I command her, she will go for what she wants. Ava makes her own rules, until I come in and make her bend to my will.
“Ava,” I mutter, but she doesn't even slow down, let alone stop. Let’s be honest, I don't want her to anyway.
“I want it, Malcolm,” she replies, completely focused on my zipper. She slides it down just as the light turns green, and by the time I’m done turning onto the highway, Ava has sucked the entire length of my cock into her mouth.
I let out a gasp, nearly slamming my foot on the gas and sending us hurling forward, but I manage to keep control of my feet. The warmth of her mouth feels so incredible as she slurps and sucks me. I try to focus on the road in front of me, but all I want to do is look over at her ass as it juts into the air like a luscious skyscraper. I reach over and grab it with my right hand, while my left controls the steering wheel, and Ava moans. The deep rumble of her moaning sends tiny vibrations into my cock, heightening the sensation.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, fighting the desire to close my eyes and throw my head back.
Ava continues to suck me, moaning as her lips slide up and down my shaft. She