Ezra

All of us sat around the large circular table in a secluded room, scanning the menu debating on what to order. Vincent held my hand under the table, as I fiddled with the wedding ring on his left hand.

The waiter came and took our drink orders, and Vincent ordered us what I assumed to be an expensive bottle of wine. They brought everyone their drinks, sitting a wine glass in front of me, filling it part of the way up. I looked up at Vince, "I've never drank alcohol before." I told him, and he gave me a slight grin, "You can have some if you'd like, or I can order you something else instead."

I told him I was fine, and reached out to try the contents in the glass, and found that it actually tasted pretty good.

We ordered our food and I wasn't speaking much, my attention focused on Vincent's hand that had moved from my hand, to the top of my thigh, rubbing light circles and squeezing every so often. Vincent maneuvered my skirt until his fingers reached the side of my panties, running a finger along the outline. I gripped onto to his arm as a warning, and looked up at him to see he was already watching me, smiling so subtly I almost missed it.

Surprising even myself, I slightly spread my legs as a silent go, causing him to inhale a deep breath and look straight forward, acting like he was paying attention to whatever Lucas was rambling on about.

I didn't even think he was going to continue, until after a few seconds I felt him move his finger into my panties, running his middle finger down and back up, stopping at my clit and moving in small tight circles, making me clench as he whispered lowly, "Don't make a fucking sound."

After a minute, I felt familiar feeling of my orgasm, my thighs clenching onto his hand to keep it locked there. I grabbed onto the edge of the table to steady myself, but but Donnie spoke out capturing my attention, "Ezra?!" He snapped his fingers, "Ezra? Did you hear me?"

Vincent stopped moving his finger, and I had to recenter myself for a split second. I just got fingered in this restaurant.

My eyes shot to donnie's and I coughed out a, "Oh, sorry. What did you say?" Which made Vincent chuckle in return. Brat.

"I asked if you guys wanted to go to Lorenzo's after this?"

I looked up at Vincent who let out an, "It's up to you."

Oh great, now that I'm all discombobulated let me make the decisions.

"I don't know, we'll have to see on that one." I told him, my flaming cheeks finally cooling down. After a minute, Vincent place my underwear and skirt back in its place, and moved his hand to let it rest on my thigh. I looked up at him, letting him know with my eyes know that would never happen again, and he rolled his eyes back at me.

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Three hours later we were all still sitting at the table, laughing too loudly, and the only difference was I had 4 glasses of wine, and a whole lotta pasta.

Donnie and Ella had a little to much to drink as well, but it was my first time drinking and I weighed significantly less than man sitting next to me. Donnie was in the middle of trying to tell a joke, keyword being trying, which was making me laugh out at an abnormal volume.

I think I'm being loud.

I look over at Vincent who was smiling down at me, and I give him a sheepish smile in return. I look over and Ella is sitting on Alex's' lap, making out with him. I need to do that.

So I moved closer to my husband, settling on his lap, capturing his lips with mine. He indulged me for about a minute, before pulling away and whispering, "Okay little wife, it's probably time to get you home and into bed."

"Nooooo" I drawl out, laughing, "I want to take you to bed."

"Just wait until we get home, sweet girl." He whispered lowly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

We all decided that going to a club was probably not a good idea for the night. We were all ready to leave, so I made a move to stand up, but start wobbling on my feet, so Vincent took measures into his own hands and picked me up bridal style, leading us out of the restaurant.

We said our goodbyes, and began walking to the car when I spoke first, "Vince, let's get a cat."

He let out a smile, as if something I said was funny, "No."

"Oh, C'mon! My dad would never let us, but I've always wanted one!" I paused, "You know, my birthdays coming up, a good 19th birthday present could be a cat!?"

He smiled down at me, "What kind of cat would you even want?"

"I don't know, are there different ones?" I asked with a laugh.

Vincent chuckled, and once again told me no, but I knew him better than that, and saw that look in his eye that says we're totally getting a cat.

We settled in the large SUV, and started driving home, when an idea popped into my brain. Albeit my tipsy brain, but it sounded good at the time.

"Remember in the restaurant? I think we should should finish what we started." I teased him, but what can I say, wine makes me horny I guess.

"Ezra, I'm driving baby." He looked over toward me, and I poured, "Aw, that's no fun."

"Then touch yourself."

I laughed out a high pitch laugh in surprise, thinking that Vince was joking and when I looked over, I saw his face unmoving.

"Right now?" I asked, mouth wide open.

"Just like how you want me to touch you."

My face turned red as Vincent reached a single hand over and moved up my skirt, "Warm yourself up, you may not be able to make yourself finish with just your fingers, so I'll do it when we get home, but I need to see you try."

Vincent took my hand and stuck my middle finger in his mouth, tongue moving all around it to lubricate it, "Just rub your clit for now, baby, start off slow and move your finger in a tight circle."

"Okay daddy." I chuckled out, small smile on my face.

I reached my hand down to the front of my underwear, and started moving my finger just like how Vincent had instructed me to do.

It took several seconds for me to get to the right spot, but when I did I let out an audible gasp and was rewarded with an "Atta girl" from Vincent which made me want to come on the spot. He had a death grip on my thigh, the other hand on the steering wheel as I kept my finger moving, squirming in my seat with my head thrown back, breathing heavily.

I started to feel the familiar sensation tingling in my lower stomach and knew I was getting close, when I had the sudden urge to stop.

I don't think I can do this

I quit moving my hand, and Vincent looked over at me, "It's normal baby, it's takes some practice to be able to, but we'll get you there, yeah?"

"Why-how is it, even like that?" I grumbled out.

"It's just lack of practice, I always do it for you, but it's different trying to do it yourself. It'll go away."

I grumbled out a few choice words before Vince spoke up again, "You've never tried to masturbate before?"

He's so freaking vulgar

I took a deep breath, "I don't know, I didn't really know how it worked." I confessed.

"And now that you do?"

"Vince!" I groaned out.

"Oh come one, you just masturbated in front of me and your not dead from embarrassment. You know why? I think you liked it."

He's got a point

I kept quite for a second, which prompted Vincent to speak again, "I almost forgot about that, little one. How you wanted to see me stroke my own dick." He shook his head, "How about when we get home, we both do it, yeah?"

"What, masturbate?"

"Mhm." He hummed out, interlacing our fingers.

"Like, together?"

He let out a deep laugh, "You'll see."

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