Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... forkful of the cake and brought it to my lips. That first bite was almost better than sex. The cake was so moist, the chocolate icing thick and creamy. I had to hold back a pleasured moan while telling myself I'd eat only a little more. I'd skip dinner to make up for this transgression.

The second bite of cake made me close my eyes as I savored the taste. Then I realized how pathetic I must appear. Nervously glancing around, I caught the man at the nearby table watching me. His lips were slightly parted, the coffee before him seemingly forgotten. His stare was so intense that I immediately blushed. When I dropped the fork, it clattered against the plate. My mouth had gone dry, making it hard for me to swallow. Grabbing my purse, I rummaged through it for some cash. I left far more than I owed for the meal, then gathered up my stuff and bolted for the door.

The server looked up at me in concern. "Everything okay?"

"Money's on the table," I told her without slowing. Once I was out on the sidewalk, I strode toward the office where I worked, which was just down the street. All the while, I was thankful I'd chosen to wear sensible flats with my blouse and slacks that day.

I heard someone push open the café door, but I didn't look to see who it was. Then a man's voice called, "Wait! I'm sorry!" My eyes widened in disbelief. It certainly sounded like the guy who'd sat near me and ordered coffee, and who'd stared at me like I was part of some sideshow at the circus. No ...

... way he'd be ballsy enough to chase me out onto the street! I heard him break into a run, gaining ground. A rush of fury surged through me, and I whirled around. The man obviously hadn't expected me to halt right in front of him, and he almost slammed into me. "What do you want?" I snapped. Even I was surprised at how vicious I sounded, for I always went out of my way to be pleasant to everyone.

The man held up his hands. "I just want to apologize," he said, breathing a little fast. "I'm so sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable before."

"You certainly did!" My voice continued to rise. "Don't you have any manners? You're not supposed to stare at people while they're eating. Especially fat people!"

He looked stricken by what I said. Running his fingers through his brown hair, he seemed helpless to find the right words. Then his dark green eyes filled with something like pleading. "I didn't mean to be impolite. It's just that I think you're absolutely gorgeous."

I gaped at him, incredulous. This man, who could be on the cover ofGQ, seemed determined to hurt me, and I couldn't understand why. He must have thought I was an idiot, believing I'd buy his bullshit about being attracted to me. "You're an asshole!" I said through my teeth. "Is this how you spend your days? Making fun of women who look like me?"

"Christ, no!" His expression was so earnest, it made me question my anger for a moment. "Look, can we please start over? I'm Patrick. It's very nice to meet you." He ...