**The Pharmacist: Chapter 7**
As soon as the waitress left the table, Vincent turned back towards her. “As soon as we get those boxes and pay, we’re outta here. I’m taking you home.”
*Just as I wanted*. Without looking up, Lilac fiddled with the bottom hem of her dress, “On one condition.”
Vincent laughed a little, shifting in his seat, which Lilac could only assume he was zipping his fly back up and fixing his belt under the table, “After that little stunt you pulled back there? What more could you want than spankings?”
The waitress came back with the boxes and began scooping the foods into the boxes for them.
Lilac stopped her, “It’s alright, we can do that, thank you!”
“You guys have a good night! Just take the table number card with you, and they can ring you up at the front!”
The waitress left them, hurriedly walking off to the table down the aisle where an impatient man was waving his hand.
Lilac stood up, and proceeded to scooping the seafood into the boxes, and Vincent did the same on his side of the table.
As he was scooping up some mussels, Lilac leaned up to him and in a low voice, “Let’s make a late night grocery stop.”
Vincent looked at her quizzically, “And do what? Buy more food, despite the leftovers we still have over here?”
Lilac’s lips curved up mischievously, “Not just food items, but there’s a few other items I know will make your night worth the wait.”
She finished scooping the seafood and began helping Vincent scoop the dessert into the boxes. She tried not to think of how much bloating the alcohol, cheesecake bites and macaroons would do to her outfit.
“Another time,” Vincent winked at her.
“Planning our next excursion already? Clever.” Lilac giggled.
Vincent chuckled, and together they placed the boxes into the paper bag. As he brought the bag up front to pay, Lilac walked by his side with the titanium-plated table number.
Surprisingly, there weren’t any other customers waiting at the front counter, so Vincent was able to pay instantly.
With that, the two walked out, hand in hand and with the bag of food.
Vincent unlocked the doors and they both climbed into their seats in the car.
“The food won’t fall over will it?” Lilac asked.
They both glanced back at the bag of food, sitting in the backseat, without a seatbelt.
Vincent shrugged, “My place isn’t too far a drive from here, it should be fine.”
Lilac nodded, and sat back into her seat.
Vincent absently placed his phone onto the mount with the aux cord plugged in, letting the music app open..
As he backed them out of the parking lot, the phone automatically started playing Jaylon Ashaun’s “Pretty Girls.”
Two traffic light stops into their drive, Vincent’s extended his right arm, taking hold of Lilac’s hand.
Lilac looked over at him, slightly surprised at the tender gesture, but Vincent wasn’t looking at her.
His gaze was focused on the road.
Into the night they drove, it was nearly pitch black, with the few passing streetlamps periodically casting a low orange glow onto Vincent’s figure.
His left hand was at ease, resting at the wheel, his other hand in Lilac’s.
They were in an amiable silence much of the drive back, with nothing but the music and sparingly-illuminated darkness between them.
Lilac found herself wanting to doze off just when Vincent pulled up onto the bump of his driveway, and into his garage.
Lilac couldn’t make out much of the exterior of his house, but from just the inside of the garage, she could already tell it would be spacious, clean, and stylish.
Closing the garage with the push of a button, Vincent turned over to her in the low glow of the car lights just above their seats, “You ready for dessert?”
Eyes low, Lilac pulled at his shirt collar, bringing his lips to hers, hungry for the taste of his lips again.
He kissed her back, matching her intensity
Eyes closed, their tongues intertwined.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
His arm grazed her waist.
In an unspoken understanding, Vincent helped Lilac smoothly transition across the passenger seat and into his lap, straddling him. Her legs on both sides of his seat, with just the fabric of his boxers and pants keeping her wet slit from his dick.
Their bodies pressed close to one another, and Lilac let out a small sigh, feeling his growing erection right at her exposed slit.
Lilac reached to undo his pants, when Vincent opened his eyes, snapping himself out of their dazed making out.
He grabbed her hand, “Wait,” he murmured, “Let’s take this in…. And the food too.”
Lilac nodded in silent agreement, he carried her out of the car, setting her at her feet on the pavement, he reached into the backseat, grabbing the bag of food.
Together, they made their way to the door.
With two clicks, the turn of his keys successfully unlocked the door, and in they went.
Inside, Vincent turned on the lightswitch, fully illuminating the kitchen and a bit of living room.
The ceiling was quite tall, the walls an off-white, and the floors of an expensive polished marble.
Lilac didn’t get to spend much time internally gawking at the interior style of the savvy kitchen, since, after Vincent placed the entire bag into the oversized built-in fridge, he came up from behind her and grabbed her by her waist.
Lilac gave a shriek at his sudden touch, and he hoisted her hips over his shoulders.
He slapped her barely-clad ass, bringing her up the stairs, and she gave another shriek which turned into a giggle.
Once he arrived at his room, which smelled faintly of sandalwood, he lit the lamps, and gently laid her down, her back on his bed.
Lilac wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him down to her.
Her lips were just a breath away from his ear, her voice no louder than a whisper, “Fuck me.”
Vincent’s body obliged much more quickly than his mind.
He had goosebumps racing down from his neck to his arms, and he felt the growing bulge between his legs.
He put his forehead to hers and kissed her deeply.
Their lips moved together in a fiery dance.
She tangled her fingers through his hair, holding him closely, inhaling his light cologne.
She gave a low moan feeling his bulge just under the fabric, right at her slit.
Just as she was about to beg, Vincent flipped her over onto her stomach.
He put his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wider, expanding the hole he’d torn earlier in her tights.
He went onto his knees, admiring the glimmer of the still-neatly placed gem at her ass.
He started running his tongue lightly around the gem, sending shivers down her spine.
Lilac thought he was going to remove it, to free her ass, but Vincent had other ideas.
Vincent let his tongue tease her ass a bit more, and then slid it onto the lips of her slit, which were ever so damp.
He could practically see her quivering in anticipation, and he decided that tonight he would be kind and give the lady what she wanted.
He expertly dragged his tongue around the quivering lips.
In just the low glow of his nightstand lamp, it was just him and her pussy, and just her pleasure on his mind.
Her moans were just a distant noise to him, as he focused on her sweet, sultry taste.
He led a finger, then two into her, as he continued running his tongue teasingly along her slit.
She gave a high-pitched shriek when he finally started flicking her swollen clit.
Vincent internally noted that it was even more swollen today, than it was the other day. *Or maybe it’s just the lighting*.
He continued, varying his rhythm, increasing the intensity of his flicks.
And then, she let out a cry of ecstasy.
She’d left a small puddle on his bed, her legs shaking a bit, as he continued licking her.
He knew how sensitive she was, but he couldn’t quite tear himself away from her taste and scent.
“Vincent!!” Lilac cried out, her legs shaking still, and Vincent felt more fluids flooding his tongue. *Can’t get enough of her sweet nectar.*
Lilac panted, and Vincent decided to let her off easy, giving her lovely inner thighs light kisses, as he tore off the rest of her tights.
Still panting, Lilac weakly got up, and pulled Vincent off of the floor and onto the bed.
She laid him down onto his back, and undid his belt, unzipping his pants, for the second time that night.
Vincent loud out a breathy moan, as soon as he felt her lips on his head.
In the soft lighting, he could see her touching herself with her left hand, as she kept her right hand on his dick.
Inwardly, he cursed himself for not having brought her home earlier, on the first night he’d laid eyes on her at the pharmacy.
Lilac was on all fours, her hand at her clit, and the other stroking him up and down.
She glided her tongue up and around the head, taking care to gently lick off his dripping precum.
She closed her eyes, silently enjoying his taste once again.
Swirling her tongue around the folds at his head again, she then took his cock deep down her throat.
The deeper his cock went down her throat, the wetter she got.
And in the distance of her focus, she heard his moaning, which she loved.
She took her left hand away from herself, and massaged his balls gently.
She laid onto her stomach, letting her legs fall naturally onto the bed, as she continued devouring his member.
Her now-messy mascara framed eyes met his and she grabbed his hand, placing it onto her head. *I want it rough!!*
Vincent read the look in her eyes, and shoved her down onto his dick.
Up and down, he forced her repeatedly.
He would never quite forget the look of pure contentment on her dazed face, as she continued to take him deeper, pushing her gag reflex limits.
The pleasure was almost too much for either of them to handle.
Vincent forced himself to quickly take her away from his dick.
He didn’t want to finish too fast, especially with that hungry look in her eyes.
He grabbed her, forcing her onto her knees again
He pushed her up against the bed frame, and slid a pillow onto the wall for her head.
He then slid his cock into her soaking pussy, relishing at how amazingly tight she was, especially thanks to the buttplug.
He slapped her bare asscheeks roughly, leaving his handprints on both, and she shrieked into the pillow.
He pushed her face deeper into the pillow, and leaned up to her ears, “You want me to fuck you?”
Lilac mumbled into the pillow.
Vincent slapped her ass, again, harder, his hand still pressing at her hair, “What was that?”
Lilac screamed into the pillow to which he made out as a, “Yes!”
“You better be ready, you slut, because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
He gave her asscheek another hard slap, and plunged his cock deep into her soaking hole.
He continued, slapping her ass harder and more frequently as they went, and her muffled screams of joy into the pillow filled the night.
He felt her climax hard onto his cock.
He then grabbed her hips, and flipped her over onto her back. *Missionary.*
Barely giving her a chance to breathe, Vincent drove his dick deep into her once again, silencing her moans with his lips.
Sensing his approaching release, Vincent pulled his lips away from hers. “I’m going to cum, babe. Where do you want it?”
Lilac wrapped his arms around his waist, panting, “Inside me.”
A moment after the words left her mouth, he drove his cock balls deep into her, and they were once again intertwined in each other’s hold.
They held onto each other, for what seemed like an eternity, as load after load of hot, thick sperm filled her.
He slumped into her arms, and he continued making out with her.
Tiredly, without breaking the kiss, he flipped her onto his chest, his hands in her hair.
Together they laid, falling into a deep, contented slumber, barely aware of the dripping mess from both their fluids flowing between their legs and onto the sheets.
TO BE CONTINUED
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