Sexual Tension

　　Irena's POV

　　We walked down the flight of stairs and he led me outside, through the large living room and to a balcony, in front of us was a table covered with different plates of seafood and delicious-looking wine. It was like a small seafood feast.

　　It was a table for two and Alexey pulled back my chair for me to sit on.

　　"Thank you, " I said sitting down.

　　"I hope you've worked up an appetite," he asked, smiling as say down opposite me.

　　I laughed, " I'm hungry, and seeing this is making me even more hungry," I answered

　　Alexey laughed, " that's great, you'll definitely enjoy this meal,"

　　I picked up a shell opener, " dig in?" I suggested

　　"Dig in," he was smiling and watching me.

　　I looked up, "you're not going to be digging in with you watching me like that," I arched my eyebrow. " I know I'm insatiable to the eyes and definitely more delicious than this food, but staring at me would not fill your stomach,"

　　He smiled, " you said the truth there,"

　　I cracked open the claws of a lobster and put the tasty flesh in my mouth. I moaned immediately.

　　"Who made this?"

　　He looked up with some shimmer in his eyes, "Charles did, you like it?"

　　I felt a little tinge of disappointment, I was expecting him to say that he made it.

　　I nodded, "yes, this is delicious," I put more in my mouth, moaning even more.

　　Was I moaning just from the deliciousness of the tender lobster flesh in my mouth? No.

　　Was it also because I wanted filthy thoughts of myself in his head as he listened to me moan? Yes.

　　He was staring at me with all intensity, watching my lips in longing as I chewed and swallowed.

　　“what?” I asked, nursing a coy smile.

　　“Nothing,” he went back to eating his food, smirking slightly.

　　We continued with the meal, having light conversations. I got to know that he was an orphan, but when I asked more questions about it, he became defensive and I immediately changed the topic as it seemed to be a sensitive topic for him. I wonder if it's related to his dream. I was curious but I didn’t want to pry, as I would not want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere we’ve created.

　　I was about to pour myself some more wine when I was startled by the loud sound of dogs barking, making me spill wine on my chest. Our enhanced hearing can be frustrating sometimes; the littlest sound can be so loud.

　　“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about that,” Alexey apologized, attempting to get up and come to my aid, but I raised my hands, stopping him. It’s just a spill, I can take care of myself, and besides, there wasn’t much he could do.

　　“It's just a spill, I can take care of it myself,” I said as I picked up a napkin and dabbed it on my drenched chest. I looked in the direction the sound had come from and saw three dogs playing in the large yard with Charles.

　　“Do you own dogs?” I asked looking back at him.

　　“Yes,” he smiled, staring at the dogs with a warm expression in his eyes.

　　“How long have you had them?” I was watching him closely, noticing the small smile on his lips and the way his blue eyes twinkled with his smile. He frowned slightly as he racked his brain.

　　“I’ve owned them for eight years now, and I got them when they were puppies. They aren’t always here though,”

　　“Why are they here?”

　　“They suddenly got sick one time, without any visible cause. The doctor had said that they were unable to breathe as if someone was choking them. The doctor said they could have died, they had to spend two weeks in the vet clinic. So after they got discharged, I brought them here with me, they seem to be in a better state of mind when they play on the open field of the yard,”

　　“Wow, that’s unfortunate,” I felt sorry for the animals mostly because the incident was all my fault. I had lost control and could have killed them, heck I killed all the plants in the compound. “I’m glad that they are better now,”

　　He nodded and looked back at me, “it was a weird day, I woke up to a nagging migraine, with no memory of how my day had been before I slept and all my staff complained of the same thing, the plants in my compound were dead and someone tampered with the security cameras,”

　　It was sad and a little bit funny how I managed to stare at him unfazed as he told me everything; everything that I had done, “is it related to what you told me about attending a party at my club, but not having any knowledge of it?”

　　He nodded, “yes, that’s it, but you said that no party was held at the club, or was a party held? And was I right about attending it?”

　　“no Alexey, no party was held, and if one was held, I would remember seeing you, I mean you make it a point of bugging with your presence,”

　　He laughed. “you enjoy my company,”

　　I scoffed, “no I don’t, you wish I do,”

　　“I’m pretty sure you do,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

　　“I don’t Alexey, let’s not deceive ourselves,” against my wishes, my tone was almost jovial, and my lips were quivering with a smile. I wasn’t going to admit that I enjoy his company, we’re not here for confessions of feelings and also if I let him know that I enjoy his company, he would use it as leverage against me. I was folding the napkin I had used to clean the wine off my dress, and then I placed the napkin back on the table.

　　“the only one deceiving themselves here is you, I know how I feel about something and I don’t try to convince myself and others around me otherwise,” His hoarse voice was now sounding thick, almost breathy, making me raise my head to see that his eyes were no longer on my face, but on my breasts, staring at them through the now transparent material my gown was made of.

　　My nipples were even more erect than they usually are, the breezy air and the cold it came with acting as a stimulant. The wet patch of cloth was molded around my breasts, highlighting their round shape and showing off how full and firm they were. I loved it, I loved the way he stared at my breasts, swallowing hungrily and I loved the way his eyes darkened with lust. I intentionally brushed my elbow over my breasts intending to push my hair behind my ear and he let out a low growl that rumbled down my ears to my stomach, leaving a tingling feeling in my cunt, and causing it to clench.

　　“Are you okay?” I asked him, my voice was now low, almost a whisper, but audible enough for him to hear what I said. I was smiling slyly with the knowledge of what I had caused.

　　“You know what,” he answered, his eyes were even darker and half-lidded, “you know what you’re doing,” he was whispering too, and even without looking, I could tell that I wasn’t the only one with an aroused groin.

　　Leave it to me, I wouldn’t mind clearing the delicious food off the table and slowly crawling towards him before grabbing his hard cock with my hands and enjoying the feel of his cock, tracing my finger down its long length, and trying to cover the girth of his cock with my small hands. But as much as I know that he would enjoy it, I wouldn’t want to let out my sinful thoughts now. Some teasing and sexual frustration would work just fine.

　　“I don’t know anything Alexey,” I had ensured to say his name as sexual as I could, without letting it seem obvious, I made sure I held his gaze, stare at him through equally lustful eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I licked my lips slowly, still holding his gaze.

　　He groaned again and I found myself wondering if I might be the one to deal with sexual frustration more than he would.

　　“Is that the game you want to play?” he asked, his voice still hoarse and heavy. The devilish glint in his eyes made my cunt clench even more, and I could feel my juices dampening my underwear and the area surrounding my pussy. I am the one doing the teasing here, not him. But my body decided to react to the littlest thing he does, he hasn’t even kissed me but my underwear was completely soaked.

　　Without thinking, I stood up abruptly.