I moved my finger over my swollen clit. I sighed as I teased the swollen nub, watching him swallow hard as he watched. I started moving my finger faster. “Yes, do it, baby. God that’s so sexy.”
“Slide a finger inside.”
Dipping a finger inside my wet heat, I heard him groan. When I opened my eyes, he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. And he was doing that because of me, because I turned him on. I slid another finger inside then pulled them out to swirl them over my clit. I heard him mutter, “Fuck yeah,” under his breath and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shattered under my release.
I was so turned on I no longer felt self-conscious about him watching me. I continued to finger myself, my orgasm building. “I’m going to come,” I panted, reaching for him.
He held my hand. “Don’t fucking stop. Come for me, sexy. Come all over your hand.” My head fell back on the couch and my body tensed as my orgasm washed over me. I whimpered as wave after wave washed over me, clutching his hand, digging my nails into him.
Before I knew what was happening, Brett had picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Damn it, baby, that was hot. Now it’s my turn to make you come.” He took me to his bedroom for some of the most amazing, mind-blowing sex I had ever had. He went down on me, licking and fucking my pussy with his tongue until I came again, covering his face.
When he entered me with his thick cock, I felt like I was going to be split in two. When my body finally adjusted to him, he fucked me like no man had ever fucked me before. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. He fucked me from behind, stroking my clit until I exploded all over his cock, whispering dirty things in my ear and pulling my hair. We tried three more positions before finally passing out in each other’s arms, totally sated.
Chapter 6
Our sex life exploded after that night. After making me come for third time one night while going down on me, I told him he was going to be the death of me. He just grinned and said that maybe he would be my liberation.
That he was.
He was right about me being a kinky girl deep down.
I loved that Brett loved to watch me. Nothing made me feel sexier. His favorite thing to do was put me in a sexy, black garter belt and stockings and have me get myself off while he watched. Sometimes it happened in the bedroom, sometimes in the living room. Once in a while he would even stop me while I was cooking and have me finger myself until I came.
One night, he took me out to a fancy dinner and dancing. We had a little too much wine and couldn’t keep our hands off each other on the cab ride home. He slid his hands under my skirt and got me off right there in the back seat with the driver stealing glances while trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was the hottest night of my life.
Later, while Brett was fucking me from behind and pulling my hair, he whispered in my ear how hot that made him to make me come while the cab driver watched. As he thrust in and out of me, fingering my swollen clit, he started talking about how hot it would have been to watch me fuck the cab driver. His words made me so hot, I screamed Brett’s name as I came.
At first I thought that this was just dirty talk during sex. Brett was pretty vocal when we fucked (which I loved as the men I had been with were quieter than a church mouse), but he seemed to bring it up more and more. I started to think he really wanted to watch me with another guy.
One night after sex, I asked him about it.
“You seem to mention me having sex with another guy while you watch pretty often.” I laced my fingers with his. “Is that something you really want to do?”
He squeezed my shoulders. “I don’t know....maybe.”
I straddled his lap and ran my finger across his chest. “Maybe I would be into it too.” I felt my face get warm.
“Really?”
I nodded.
“Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” He reached up and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. He leaned up to kiss me and we ended up fucking again, coming a few times before we passed out from sheer exhaustion in each other’s arms.
***
We didn’t really talk about his fantasy for a couple months. I was crazy busy at work. My boss continued to pour on the work and Brett’s tattoo shop was really started to grow. We were so busy, it just never came up.
One Saturday night, we decided to let loose and go dancing at the local club. We had gone a few times before and always had a great time. Brett held me close while we danced, touching me in all the right places to get me hot. The way he moved turned me on. It was much like the way he moved in the bedroom, and I usually couldn’t wait to get him home and naked after dancing with him all night.
When we arrived at the club, it was already packed. We grabbed a drink quick and then headed out to the crowded dance floor.
I wore his favorite black skirt with a black garter belt and stockings - no panties just as he liked. Showing just enough cleavage with my-low cut white blouse, my black push-up bra underneath made my breasts look fabulous. Killer black heels completed the outfit. In fact, when I had walked out the bedroom, he had whistled at me and made the suggestion that maybe we should stay in so he could fuck me all night.
After a dance and a long kiss, Brett led me off the dance floor so we could take a break, holding my hand tightly. I bit my lip as I watched him walk in front of me. He was so damn sexy in his pressed black dress pants and gray button-down shirt. Part of me wanted to drag him out of the club and beg him to fuck me but the night was early, so I held back.
We ordered another drink and watched the crowd as we sat at a table. It was too loud to really talk.
I felt his hand on my thigh as we began to watch one couple in particular. They danced very close, very suggestively. The man’s hands roved all over the girl as he danced close behind her. We watched as he moved his hand moved between her thighs, and it looked as if he was stroking her clit right there in the middle of the dance floor.
Brett moved his hand farther up my leg, touching my sex. I gasped as I felt his finger on me. He turned to give me a naughty smile when he discovered how wet I was already from watching the couple. He stroked my clit with his finger tip as we continued to watch. My breathing got faster. Fuck, I was going to come right here - and hard.
Brett watched me as I watched them. I gripped the edge of the table as I got closer. He moved his finger faster, and my clit was so swollen now. I watched the girl quiver in the man’s arms as she orgasmed My body tensed, and I shuddered as I came hard all over Brett’s finger. I let out a whimper, but in the loud club, no one heard me above the music.
He continued to stroke me until I stopped shaking. He pulled his hand out from under the table and licked the finger that had been stroking my clit. I moaned and shuddered again. He was so fucking sexy. He grabbed my head then and pulled me to him, kissing me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, dancing it over mine.
When the kiss ended, I was panting again. Surely he was going to take me home now and fuck me. Instead, he glanced at the dance floor, toward the couple we had been watching. The guy was gone now and the girl danced alone.
Brett leaned over to me. “You should go dance with her.” His lips touched my ear, making my sex throb despite my recent orgasm.
I just nodded and kissed him. I glanced down and noticed he was rock-hard in his pants. I gave him a brief stroke, and he groaned softly. Sliding off of my seat with a smile, I headed to the dance floor. I made sure to give my ass an extra shake since I knew he was watching.
I moved on the dance floor, shaking my shoulders to the beat as I found the girl we had been watching. When I got to her, I smiled and started really getting into the music. I didn’t want to scare her off, so I danced suggestively near her but didn’t touch her. I looked over to Brett and winked.
She gave me a grin and wiggled her finger at me as if to say, “Come here.”
I glanced over at Brett. His face was intense as he watched me. I intended to give him one heck of a show.
; The girl and I started to grind on each other, softly at first. I could faintly smell her arousal from her earlier escapade on the floor. She felt soft and sexy, her nipples hard against me while we danced close. She pressed her breasts into me and kissed me hard. I slid my hand up her thigh and found her heat. She was soaking wet.
Our kiss ended, and I turned around in her arms. Her hands went to my hips and her lips on my neck. I glanced over at Brett. His eyes were hooded now with lust, and I swore he was stroking his cock under the table as he watched me.
The girl moved her hand down my thighs and between my legs - the same way her boyfriend had touched her earlier. I watched Brett’s reaction. He gave me a slight nod. I closed my eyes and let her hand find my sex. People were watching us on the dance floor, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Brett watching me be touched by her. Her lips were on my ear as she teased my swollen clit.
I leaned back into her as we moved with the music. She used her other hand to squeeze my breast. She moved her finger faster on me, and I moaned. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She pressed my clit and pinched my swollen nipple. “Yes, come for me,” she murmured into my ear as she licked it then bit it gently. My head fell back against her shoulder as my orgasm washed over me. As I came, she slid two fingers inside me, and my pussy clamped around them, spasming with each wave that crashed over me.
I could smell my arousal, my blood pounding in my ears in time to the music as I turned in her arms. She offered me the fingers that had been inside me. I took them into my mouth, sucking on them, tasting me on her. She moaned, and I leaned in to kiss her.
Just then I felt strong hands on my hips. “Fuck, that was sexy.” I broke the kiss with her and smiled as I heard his voice in my ear. Brett pulled me from the girl, almost dragging me from the dance floor. I looked back at her with a shrug and mouthed, “I’m sorry.” She just grinned at me and went back to dancing.
I couldn’t believe I had just done that. I had never ever been with a girl before in any way, but that felt natural. Brett had a way of making me want to do things - anything that would turn him on. Turning him on was the biggest turn-on for me. Nothing got me hotter.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled me toward the bathroom, where it was dark. He found a small alcove and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me hard, probing my mouth with his, teeth scraping with mine. He pressed his body tight against me, his hard cock along my thigh.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen. Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?” he muttered against me as he reached down to unzip his pants and pull out his rock-hard cock. “Feel it. Feel what you did to me.”
I reached between us and encircled his cock. I gasped. I didn’t think I’d ever felt him so hard. I rubbed the pre-cum seeping from the tip all over his cock as he moaned in my ear. “I need you now. I need to fuck your hot cunt now.”
I muttered in agreement. He lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist and slid inside me with one thrust. I cried out as he filled me, and my head fell back against the wall. He thrust hard inside me, deep. His gripped my ass as he moved quicker. “Fuck, baby, I am not going to last long. Come with me.” He moved a hand between us, his thumb on my clit.
“Yes,” I whispered harshly into his ear as I came hard around his cock, milking him, my sex pulsing hard around him. He thrust one more time and emptied deep into my womb with a harsh breath. He stayed there for a minute, trying to compose himself. His chest heaved against me as he tried to catch his breath.
He helped me stand up and then put his cock away while I straightened my skirt. He cupped my face and kissed me softly. “Fuck, baby, that was hot. You are fucking amazing.”
I kissed him softly. “You are pretty sexy yourself. And yes, that was hot. Can we go home now please?”
He nodded and took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. “Yes, time to go home. Then time for a shower. And then, I am going to go down on you until you beg for mercy.”
I gasped and clenched my thighs together. This time I dragged him out the door. I couldn’t wait to get home.
Chapter 7
When we got back to my place, Brett couldn’t keep his hands off me. We headed to the shower, where he licked my pussy and fingered my ass until I screamed with my orgasm. Afterward, we headed to the bedroom. I definitely had experience with many different positions besides missionary now.
Four orgasms and a second shower later, we were sitting in my living room eating a pizza. We had worked up quite an appetite tonight. He leaned back casually in his boxers while I sat with my feet tucked under me, wearing his favorite faded Green Bay Packer t-shirt.
“Tonight was amazing, baby.” I smiled almost shyly at him as I took a drink of my water.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Damn straight it was!”
I felt my cheeks get warm. “You enjoyed watching me with that girl, didn’t you?”
“Fuckin’A I did. Hottest thing I have ever seen.” He set his plate down. “Babe, remember that time that I mentioned me watching you with another guy?”
I swallowed my pizza and nodded. “I do. Why?”
He pulled me close. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it and watching you tonight makes me realize how much I want that. I love to watch your pleasure. And I love to watch you come.”
I squeezed my thighs together at his words. “Wouldn’t you get jealous?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve given it a lot of thought. If I controlled the situation - picked someone for you and was there, I don’t think I would. Would it bother you to have another man touch you?”
I thought for a second. I wasn’t sure. He got me so hot I hadn’t even thought about another man’s hands on me in months. “I don’t know. If you were there with me, with someone you had picked for me, I don’t think so.”
“Well, what if I told you that I knew someone interested?”
I pulled away a little and looked at him. “What?”
“Remember when we ran into that buddy of mine a couple of weeks ago? And we hung out for a bit? Sebastian?”
I moved away from him as I thought about it. I remembered his long, jet black hair he kept tied back and his baby blue eyes that looked at me as if he was undressing me with them. I had even mentioned to Jillian that if I wasn’t taken, I would so hit that.
“Yes, I remember him,” I stammered, my cheeks warm.
“What? Did he hit on you?” He grabbed my arm.
I shook my head. “No, not at all. I just remember him. And he’s hot,” I whispered with a smile.
He grinned back at me and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m glad you think so.” He reached between my legs, exploring my damp folds. “Does that mean you agree?”
I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down my neck and he slid a finger inside me. “Mmm...Let me think about it.”
He pulled my t-shirt off and drew one of my nipples into his mouth. I ground myself on his finger as he sucked the tight flesh. He pulled away from me, and I let out a moan of frustration.
“Ok, baby.” He moved his lips back up my neck. “Just think about it.”
I gasped, and he slid another finger inside me. To be honest, the thought of him watching me fuck his friend Sebastian turned me on like crazy. I threaded his hair through my fingers. “Baby, please fuck me again.”
He groaned and pulled down his boxers. He put his hands on my hips and moved me so that he could impale me on his cock. “With pleasure, baby.”
Chapter 8
Back at work Monday, I was elbow-deep in figures and emails and reports, but all I could think about was Brett and his proposition. Did I really want to sleep with his friend while he watched? I could feel my panties dampen at the thought.
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. Who was this girl? What had Brett turned me into?
“Elizabeth, got a sec?” My boss stood in the doorway. “Sure, Dave, what’s up?”
He sat in t
he chair in front of my desk and took a sip of his coffee. “Well, as you know, we just acquired another company. So I am going to need you to step it up and help out as we start the merger.”
Step it up? I already put in sixty hours a week for this man. “Dave, I’m already pretty busy. I’m not sure I can take more on my plate.”
“Well, we really need you to. There are going to be a lot of changes coming up and we need everyone to be flexible.” Was he threatening my job?
I put my pen down. “Unless you take away some of my current responsibilities, I just don’t think I can handle more.” I was really tired of him walking all over me.
He stood up with a sigh. “Ok, Elizabeth. We will have to talk more later.”
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