I follow him and throw the card on the table beside the love seat, then go over to the window and crank up the AC. It takes me several tries to get the high setting to come on (the knob sticks a little and you have to jiggle it) and when I turn around all I see is Aden's dick standing at attention across the room.
"Holy shit! What the hell? What are you doing?"
Obviously I know what he's doing, but what do you say to a bouncing cock?
"Look, I get it. I led you on in the truck, I sucked your dick and all that, and now you think I'm some easy tramp you can have whenever you want, but I'm not—"
He steps into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, and then all I hear is the shower.
"Hey! I was talking to you, ya know!" I scream it because that is just rude.
The door opens again and he steps out, still naked. Still standing at attention.
"Continue then, Signy. You were saying?"
I swallow. "I was saying…I'm not your personal toy you can just—" Just what? "Strip naked in front of."
Wow, that was lame.
He smiles at me and those dimples appear again. "Would you like to join me, Signy? You could use a shower."
I sorta would, actually. He's so damn hot. And hung. "No, thank you."
He shrugs and turns back to the bathroom, leaving me standing there alone.
How the hell did I get here? It's like I'm living in some strange acid trip of a dream that's half 70's porno and half HBO weekly series. Signy Mason stars in Private Peepers.
It kinda has a nice ring to it.
I flip the TV on and channel surf, all the while my mind is wondering what we'd be doing right now if I didn't refused his offer. Why did I refuse, anyway? I mean, I already sucked the guy off in the back of a truck. Why not enjoy him to the fullest?
My shorts start getting wet as I think about it and I'm so deep in the daydream that he startles me when the bathroom door opens. My mouth hangs open because he comes out just as naked as he went in. But now he's dripping wet and his johnson is even harder, if you can imagine.
"Sorry," Greek God says. "Forgot to bring my clothes in with me."
I let out a long breath and realize I was holding it in.
"It's all yours, I'll get dressed here." He squats down right in front of me as he shuffles through his pack. He's definitely a well-endowed man and his balls are so large they peek out from under his soldier.
He looks up abruptly and catches me staring. "See anything you like?"
I bolt for the bathroom and blush as he laughs.
Holy shit. I'm in so much trouble because there's no way I'm gonna be able to resist this guy for very long.
Chapter Three
I languish in the spray of cool water for longer than is necessary, but my whole life seems to be flipping over on itself. I need the time to think. What am I getting myself into with this Aden dude? It's bad enough I fell prey to his sexual advances, not to mention my own weak morality. But now he's at my freaking hotel room!
This is not good.
I turn the shower off and reach for the towel.
But there is no towel.
Shitshitshitmotherfuckershit.
No wonder he came out of the bathroom naked! And I bet he's sitting out there, just waiting to see how I magically manage to find a towel. I step out onto the bathmat and consider using it.
But then I remember the last time I let the maids in to clean the room and reconsider. No way is that filthy towel touching anything other than the soles of my feet.
OK, Signy— this can go one of two ways. Either I slink out and grab the towel, all embarrassed and ashamed of my nakedness. Or I walk out there like nothing's wrong and play it cool.
I decide to play it cool and open the door.
Aden is sitting on the end of the bed, his right foot propped up on the antique art-deco vanity table as he laces his boot, when I step out onto the cool tiles. But then his head swivels and finds my ankles, then my calves, then my knees, up my thighs and stops right there at my bare pussy.
"Nice," he says, attention returning back to his boot.
I reach over for a towel and find the rack empty. My head bolts to the table over by the door where I hastily left the towels this morning.
Aden's raised foot is blocking my path to decency so I clear my throat and begin politely. "Can you please move your foot a sec so I can get by to grab a towel?"
He looks up at me, his boot still firmly planted on the dresser, and smiles at my tits this time.
I clear my throat again. "I'm up here, Aden."
His eyes sparkle as he finally finds my face. "You're practically dry, why bother with a towel?"
"Just move your leg, OK?"
His boot slams down on the floor and I scoot forward to inch past him, but just as I clear the one leg, the other one comes up to block my path again.
"Aden, please—"
Then the other leg comes up behind me and I'm boxed in, standing between his legs.
Naked.
He leans to the side a little and my brow furrows in the confusion. "The mirror shows off your ass beautifully."
I twist my body and sure enough, my entire backside is in the mirror.
"It's making me hard," he whispers.
I glance down before I can help myself and he laughs as I watch his bulging crotch grow. "What's your hurry, Sig?"
"Just let me pass by, OK? I'm not playing this game with—"
His hands slip behind me and caress my ass, forcing a gasp to escape my lips.
"You know I make you hot, why bother denying it?"
I try to say something smart back to him, but his fingers slip down my crack and thrust right between my legs where he starts probing my folds.
"You're really wet, Signy. I could take you right now, no problem." He slips his fingers inside me and I whimper out a moan as he pushes himself in deeper. "How's that feel?"
I shake my head. "Please, just let me pass by."
"Oh, I like your manners." The pleasure abruptly stops and he spins me around and tugs me into his lap, his hard cock firmly planted between my ass cheeks. Gently, he grabs my knee and lifts it up to make it rest on his thigh so my legs are open for him. I start to comply but change my mind and resist. "I just need to get my towel, Aden."
"Open, Signy," he demands.
"Yes, sir," comes out before I can stop it and I feel him tense up.
"Holy shit, you're a sub?"
Oh, God. Now what have I done? How to explain that little slip.
"Stand up and face me, Signy."
I hesitate to think this through and he smacks my bare pussy, one swift slap that echoes off the walls and makes me gasp. "I said, stand."
My body obeys and stare at my feet. Fuck.
"Look at me, Signy."
I lift my chin and look down into his eyes. "I'm not a sub, it's just a game I play with—" With who? How am I gonna explain that one? "An ex."
He taps my inner thigh. "Legs apart, hands behind your head." I just stare at him and he smiles. "Play with me, Signy. Legs apart, hands behind your head."
It comes out gentle this time so I do what he asks. I spread my legs and lift my hands and lace my fingers together behind my head. My girls stand at attention, my nipples all hard and aching for his fingertips. His hand presses against my hip and then slides up to my breast and twists the nipple, causing a ragged breath of air to escape my mouth.
"Oh, fuck. You are full of surprises, Signy Mason. I never in a million years would've pegged you as a sub."
His hand falls down to his pants and he unbuttons his jeans, then unzips and pulls out his massive cock. He strokes himself up and down, his thumb flicking over the head of his dick every once in a while, and when I look up to his face, his eyes are at half-mast.
"I told you, I'm not a sub. It's a game."
He licks his lips and continues to stroke as his eyes burn into mine, his cock getting bigger by the second. "Do you want to play it with me?"
His other hand reaches between my legs and does that little feathery tickle thing he did earlier. The liquid is suddenly spilling out of my pussy as his fingers slip back in and I gasp a little at my reaction. We look down at the same time and watch it drip down my legs. "I guess that's a yes," he says almost breathless. "But I want to hear it out loud, so let me ask you again. Would you like to play that game with me, Signy?"
Would I?
Fuckyes!
"No," I say instead. "If you're my employee then I'm not going to play anything with you."
His finger pulls out of my pussy and he begins to rub my clit in circles. He pumps himself hard as I watch, then thrusts his fingers back inside me and I have to steady myself by holding on to his shoulders. He turns me around and pulls me in to his lap again.
"Just play with me for a five minutes, OK? Put your legs over mine."
My pussy is throbbing with desire so I do. I hike the one leg up over his knee, and then the other. When I lift my eyes I see why he wanted me to do this.
I'm in the mirror in front of us, spread eagle, and his cock is peeking out below my ass cheeks.
He takes my right hand and drags it over my pussy. "Play with yourself, Sig. So I can watch you."
I rub my clit, pinching it and kneading it the way I like. It makes me gasp and my eyelids begin to drift together as I relax.
"Open your eyes."
I swallow hard and open my eyes.
His hand takes mine and thrusts it down to his hard cock. "Stroke me, watch yourself stroke me."
I do. My pussy is so wet I can see the juice glisten in the mirror. His fingers pick up where mine left off—only they do a much better job at it. He's sweeping up and down my slit in a light gentle motion. It's so soft it tickles and makes me want to scream for him to do it harder so some of my built up desire can be released.
"Want me to make you come, Sig?"
I do. So bad. I whimper out a yes and suddenly we're standing. He turns me around and pushes me down on the bed.
"On your knees, Peaches."
I draw my knees up, exposing my ass to him. He taps my inner thigh a little. "Open wider, please."
My body obeys without question and I hear him draw in a breath as his fingers enter me, pumping and slipping in and out. I close my eyes and my upper body sinks down into the comforter on the bed. Then his thumb finds my asshole and I almost lose it right there. "You like this too?"
Juice drips past his fingers, so much juice I can barely feel him.
He pushes his thumb in a little, past my pucker, all the while his fingers pump my pussy hard. "Do you come on command, as well?"
Between moans I answer. "Ask and find out."
"Come, Signy. Come now!"
I do. I squirt all over him, I try to keep myself from making too much noise, but my moans escape past the pleasure he's giving me. My vagina clamps down on his fingers, the squeezing makes him draw breath and lean over me so he can nibble on my back, pulling my ass in towards his body.
When it's over I collapse into the soft covers of the bed, spent.
He lies down next to me, his hand still pumping his cock. "Suck me off." It's not a request, it's a command. I don't have to play, I know that, but I feel compelled to do what he asks. Compelled to pleasure him like he did me.
I twist my body, the wetness between my legs dripping out all over my blankets, and bring my mouth over to his stomach. It's my turn to make him crazy. He thinks he's cornered the market on sexual control? He's wrong. I've got tricks.
My fingertips reach up to his chest and I drag my nails downward, my touch so slight that he begins to groan and pull back from the sensation. "I said suck me, Signy."
I smile as I kiss along his happy trail, licking his firm muscular stomach as I drag myself lower and lower. "Do you want to know what my sexual fantasy is, Aden?"
I look up quick enough to watch him swallow. "What?" he breathes. "Tell me."
My tongue has reached his head now and I take a few moments to swirl it around like I'm licking a lollipop. I open my mouth wider and take him in an inch or so, suck hard, making him gasp, then push down, all the way to the back of my throat and pull away before he knows what to feel.
"Don't tease me—"
"My fantasy," I say in a whisper, interrupting his command. "Is to be taken by two men at once. One here," I say sucking his dick with so much enthusiasm I make him pant and groan, before releasing him to finish. "And one back there." My hand reaches around to find his thumb in my ass. I feel his cock throb under my palm and I go back to sucking him. I pull it in and out, suck hard, then soft, push it deep, deeper, practically thrusting it down my throat until I'm ready to gag.
He explodes, fisting my hair and pushing my whole face down onto him, the hot salty liquid spilling into me, forcing me to swallow his cock, the muscles in the back of my throat massaging him, making him moan and come even harder.
He tries to hold it in, I can tell. But the groan of pleasure he releases is anything but restrained.
Finally, when he's done, satiated and lying sideways with his face buried in my neck, I ease my palm off his cock. He's still pretty hard for a guy who just ejected enough semen to deplete his entire reservoir.
I sit up and slap his ass and the noise echoes off the walls of the little hotel room. "Thanks stud. That was pretty fun." Then I get up, grab my towels and some clothes, and sashay back into the bathroom to repeat the whole cleaning up process again.
Totally satisfied with how this little adventure is starting to turn in my favor.
He thinks he can manipulate me? Well, he's got another thing coming. I'm the master at manipulation.
The master.
Chapter Four
I rinse myself off quickly, then slip into some snug black pants and black halter top, tie my long auburn hair back into a ponytail, and leave the bathroom.
And he's gone.
Oh, shit!
My heart actually starts thumping with the thought that he left. What a dick! I shove my feet into some converse sneakers, grab my pack, and bolt out the door and into the artificially lit-up parking lot.
I needn't have worried. He's practically snuggling up to Suzie at the community picnic tables in the grassy center of the hotel lot. I stand there, watching him interact with her. He's giving her his full attention, even glancing at her breasts on and off between the token eye contact.
I snort with disgust and he looks over and waves.
Whatever. Asshole. I busy myself with my bike, checking stupid things like tire pressure as I try to ignore him. I hear his boots crunching across the gravel driveway and then a sticky sweet goodbye being called out by Suzie as she makes her way back to the office.
"All set to go?"
"Sure," I mutter under my breath.
"Something wrong?"
I straighten up and notice his bulge in the process. Apparently Suzie got him a bit worked up. "Nothing at all," I say as my eyes find his. They are so blue—even in the semi-darkness. His hair is still damp from the shower and it tumbles down, just a bit over his forehead, flirting with his brow. His hand absently rakes it back over the top of his head and then he scratches the shadow on his chin.
"I should've shaved, huh?" he asks.
"Is that a serious question? Or you just want me to agree with you?" I scowl at him, pissed off over—what exactly? That he was flirting with Suzie? Everyone flirts with Suzie.
He shrugs. "I dunno, Sig. Just asking what you prefer I guess."
Oh.
He looks me up and down and then waves a hand at me. "What's with the outfit? You look like a comic book cat burglar."
"I do not! I always wear this when I do spy guy stuff. Makes me blend in when it's dark."
He fingers reach over and strokes my cheek. "You have no chance of blending in, Miss Mason. Besides, you're not doing the spy stuff, anyway. I am, remember? You can run the equipment."
I shrug. "Yes, sir."
Aden's about to turn and walk over
the truck, in fact his hand is already jiggling keys in his jeans pocket, when he stops to shake his head at me. "I'd be very careful with your yes, sirs, Peaches, because," he leans into me and slips each hand under my tank top to grip my waist, "it drives me up a wall and I cannot promise to be a professional if you tempt me like that."
I lean back to escape, but he tugs my lower body closer, grinds against me a few times, and then waits until I settle back into him before dropping his lips to my neck and whispering in my ear. "And don't tease me, Signy. Because I can make you comply. I am the master."
The breath comes out of me in a rush, a pant actually. "That sounds like a challenge, Mr. Marzano."
"No, little play sub." Aden corrects me. "Not a challenge, a guaranteed win."
HI swords make my heart thump and I have to take a moment to shake off the feeling growing inside me. "Whatever, let's just get this over with."
The truck chirps as he disarms the security system and I climb in the passenger side and wait for him to get in. I rummage through my pack to find some lip gloss real quick, flip the visor down, and apply it before he can walk over to his side.
But even when I stuff it back into the side pocket and flip the visor back up, Aden's still not here. I crane my neck and look out my window, but see nothing.
I'm just about to get out and see where he went when the door opens and he jumps in. "Miss me?" he says with a light smile.
"What were you doing?"
"That Suzie chick," he waves a piece of paper at me. "Gave me her number."
My brows go up so high the air rushes in and dries out my eyes. "That little whore!"
He balls up the paper and throws it at me with a grin, then cranks over the engine and puts the truck in reverse. "Jealous much, Sig?"
I'm just about to snap at him when he abruptly pulls out of the parking spot and I'm slammed forward. Then just as quickly, he slams it into gear and then I'm slammed against the seat.
"I'd belt up if I were you, Signy. I'm pretty rough."
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