Jokers Wild: Stripped Bare

by Lena Matthews

  Brody hooked his hands in the hem of the shirt and slowly raised it so he could enjoy the view longer. Tossing the shirt on the ground, Brody lowered his hands and waited for his next instruction.

  “I want you to get undressed.”

  “Can I stand or do I have to do it sitting here?”

  “You can stand.”

  Brody moved around her and quickly undressed. Leaving on his teal silk boxers, Brody walked back to her, and sat back down.

  “You didn’t take those off,” she said, pointing to his boxers, bulging with his erection.

  “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

  “I told you to take off your clothes.”

  Standing back up, Brody dropped his boxers and moved to sit back down, but was stopped by Missy’s hands wrapping around his cock. She stroked him, forcing Brody to bite back a groan as his thick cock filled her hand. Looking up into his face, Missy wet her lips and said, “I know what I want you to do.”

  “What?” he said hoarsely.

  “I want to watch you masturbate for me.”

  “Missy,” he groaned as she tightened her hold on him, stroking him harder. “I thought this was supposed to be all about you.”

  “It is,” Missy said leaning forward and biting at his nipple. “And it will turn me on to see you do this.”

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” he admitted, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

  “You can and you will.” Releasing him, Missy quickly disrobed and climbed up on the bed. Throwing a sheet around herself, Missy plumped up the pillows behind her and waited.

  Brody bit back a groan, this time one of irritation, not desire. She was hiding herself again. “I’m going to need something from you.”

  “What?” she inquired inquisitively.

  “Missy, I need a little stimulation myself, sweetie.” Brody gestured down to his cock, which although still hard, was not at full mast.

  Making a gesture with her hand, she asked, “You mean you just can’t…”

  Smiling he said. “Sure, I can do that, I just need to see you doing things too, to help me along.”

  “Like what?”

  “Why don’t you do it for me?”

  “This sounds like you’re trying to take over,” she frowned. Her fist had tightened around the covers as if she was afraid that he was going try to rip them out of her hands at any moment.

  “No sweetie it’s not.” Walking around the foot of the bed, Brody stood next to her and started to stroke his cock slowly. “Just do anything. I won’t force the issue. You can go as far as you want.”

  Missy nodded her head in agreement, and lowered the sheet under her breasts slowly. Just the sight of her pale white breasts, with their large pink nipples resting next to the dark purple sheet, was enough to get his juices flowing again.

  “I want to get on the bed next to you, baby.”

  “Okay.”

  Brody climbed up on the bed and moved next to her hips. Sitting back on his heels, he spread his legs slightly to give her a better view. The cool sheets felt soft and crisp against his bare flesh, and Brody tried to find the most comfortable position to get in so he could watch and be watched at the same time.

  Taking his hard member back in his hand, Brody stroked himself slowly, watching Missy watch him. He ran his hands over the head of his cock, spreading his natural lube.

  Brody’s eyes followed Missy’s hands, slowly easing up the sheet, brushing against her breasts. Leaning back, she slid one hand teasingly over her nipple, rolling it gently between her finger and her thumb. Her nipple raised and beaded, allowing her to tug on it as she watched him with wanton eyes. Brody longed to lean forward and to take her nipple in his mouth, but he refrained, only going as far as she would let him.

  Staring at her, he was so lost in the trance of her fingers, that he missed Missy calling him. When she called him again, Brody looked up from her hands and asked her to repeat the question.

  “Do you need some lotion?”

  “A little would be nice.”

  Releasing her breasts, she leaned over and opened her drawer, taking out a small tube of hand lotion. Sitting up, Missy squeezed the bottle, adding a drop of lotion to his purple head. Brody hissed as the cold lotion hit his hot flesh, but he soon worked it into his skin, warming it up as he stroked himself.

  Missy dropped the bottle back in the drawer, and leaned back, leaving the sheet bundled at her thighs, exposing the soft swell of her stomach but stopping inches away from what he really wanted to see. Brody bit back a curse when he realized that she wasn’t going to show him more. Instead, Missy slipped her hands beneath the sheet and moved her legs open a bit.

  Brody had to grip his cock harder as he watched the sheet move back and forth as she rubbed herself underneath it. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he had a general idea, enough of an idea to cause him to speed up his rhythm.

  “Move the sheet,” he said softly, looking up at her.

  Missy obeyed without comment and spread her legs slightly. It was enough of a view that he was able to see up to her lips. Caressing her breasts again, she slowly slid open her thighs, and slid her fingers between her legs.

  Brody’s head began to swim as he watched Missy pleasure herself in front of him. Never in a million years would he have thought that she would have the nerve to do this, but here she was; lovely, spread open, and his. His mouth watered to follow her fingers, sliding against her swollen clit, and his cock ached to slip in between her twin folds and plunge itself to release.

  He could hear the soft wet sounds of her pleasuring herself as he sped up his hand to match the rhythm of her thrusting fingers. He jerked hard on his length as the sounds of her pleasure filled his head. Brody fought to hold onto his control as her sweet aroma filled the air, urging him to taste her.

  Missy switched hands and coated her hard nipple with the juices stained on her fingers, and Brody could not resist slipping forward taking the wet nub into his mouth. Groaning, he tongued her nipple as he jerked his cock, tasting her musky flavor on it.

  Releasing her nipple, Brody had to move back or else he was going to come before he was ready. He wanted to enjoy the sight of her fucking herself, knowing that she might not ever do it again. Missy took her abandoned nipple back in her hand

  A moan slipped past her lips as she sped up her hand. Arching her back, she tightened her hand around her nipple and groaned louder as she bucked her hips up, fucking her hand. Brody didn’t think it was possible but Missy became even more beautiful as she pleasured herself before him. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she fought to hold her eyes open, watching him stroke himself.

  “That’s it, baby,” Brody moaned, his eyes narrowing as his hand sped up. He shook with the need to come, but still he held back. He didn’t want to come until she did. He wanted to watch her go over the edge before he lost control and came all over her. “Fuck that juicy pussy for me.”

  His words must have trigged something inside of her, because Missy threw back her head and screamed out his name as she came, humping her hand.

  Seeing that sent Brody scrabbling up closer to her. Moving near her breasts, he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock against her damp nipple, rubbing the head back and forth as he steadily stroked himself.

  The touch of her puckered bud, the sight of her arching back, and the feel of his pumping hand sent his shaft shooting. His balls tightened and a rush of blood filled his head as a rush of pleasure surged through him. Brody pumped his cock and watched through half-opened eyes as his seed poured over her nipple down into the valley of her breasts.

  Missy sat up and took his pumping cock into her mouth, forcing a hiss from his mouth as she swallowed what was left of his semen from his cock. Brody continued to pump, releasing all of his cum into her waiting mouth as Missy rubbed the strands that had sprayed her over her breasts into her skin, using it as lube against her hardened nipples.

  Her loving tongue caressed his sensitive
head, so sensitive that despite the pleasure, he had to pull out of her warm mouth. Missy replaced his cock with her come-coated fingers and licked them while watching him beneath hooded eyes. Reaching back into the drawer of her table, Missy took out a towel and wiped her moist chest before handing it to him.

  Dropping back on his heels, Brody took the towel and cleaned himself before settling down next to her. Sitting with his back against the wall, he pulled her to him and placed her head over his pounding heart. Missy tugged on the sheets until he moved so she could cover herself again, and then lay against him, breathing in deep.

  Brody could not believe what he had just done, what she had just done. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done, the most erotic thing he had ever seen, with the most erotic woman he had ever known. What she lacked in courage, she made up with spunk. She was hot, sexy and more importantly, she was his.

  “In a word,” he teased, “Wow.”

  Giggling, Missy leaned into him more and looked up at him. “So do I get to be in charge more often?”

  “Hell, woman, give me twenty minutes and a tall glass of water and you can be the boss again.”

  “So you liked it?”

  “If I liked it anymore I’d be in a coma.”

  “I liked it too.”

  “Really?” Brody leaned his head against hers and said. “‘Cause I couldn’t tell.”

  “Ass,” Missy said, lightly hitting him in his stomach.

  “Maybe next time.”

  “See, it’s not so hard letting go sometimes.”

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” he said, rubbing her arm when she stiffened up. “Settle down, Princess, let me finish.”

  Missy grumbled, but moved back into him.

  “You might be right and I could be rushing you just a bit.”

  “A bit,” she replied sarcastically.

  “Yeah, I said a bit, but I can’t help my need for you anymore than you can help your need to hide. So, I’ll try to be a bit more patient, if you try to be a bit more comfortable with me. You know, a little freer.”

  “Freer than this?” Missy teased, running her hand down his sweat-coated chest.

  Raising his brow mockingly, he asked, “You can be freer than this?”

  “I don’t know; let me be in charge more often and we’ll see.”

  “Hell baby, you’ve got a deal.”

  Chapter 11

  Knocking on Kayla’s door two days later, Missy waited apprehensively for her to open it, worried about how Kayla was going to react to the news that Scott hadn’t completed the survey. She tried calling him this morning, but his roommate said that he wasn’t in. Missy wasn’t sure if he was really not in, or just avoiding her. She hoped for the sake of their three-year friendship that he was just not there.

  Dylan, Kayla’s fiancé, opened the door and smiled welcoming at her. “Missy, come to deliver your Walnut Weekly?” he teased, as he held the door open for her.

  Missy smiled and walked in, used to Dylan teasing her about Kayla’s project. Kayla, in her opinion, had definitely found a winner with Dylan. Not only good looking and smart, Dylan had to be one of the nicest men she had ever met. He was always nice to her, smiling and joking whenever she came over. Dylan managed to do what few men had ever done in such a short time, make her feel completely comfortable around him.

  His hazel eyes twinkled as he shouted over his shoulder, “Kayla, your Anal Accomplice is here.”

  “Damn it, Dylan, stop calling her that,” Kayla yelled from the back of the apartment.

  Winking at Missy, Dylan shut the door and said loudly, “Is Prostate Partner better?”

  Missy smiled and laughed as Kayla muttered something incomprehensible before slamming out of her office, the guest bedroom of the apartment. Stomping out, Kayla looked fit to be tied.

  Dressed in a purple shirt and green cut-off shorts, she stomped over to Dylan and kicked him in his shin with her neon-orange socks. “Ouch, Professor,” he grimaced, rubbing his knee. “What was that for?”

  “Stop insulting my help.”

  “I didn’t insult her,” he grinned. “She thought it was funny.”

  “I doubt it,” Kayla huffed, irritated. “She was probably just being polite.”

  “Sorry, baby.” Kissing her on the check, Dylan pulled her in close and nuzzled her neck. “I was just teasing.”

  “Keep that in mind when I reprogram the phone today.”

  “No, please, not that.”

  Pulling away from Dylan, Kayla smiled and winked at Missy. “That’ll keep him in line.” Taking Missy’s hand, Kayla dragged her over to the couch and ordered over her shoulder, “Fix us a couple of drinks, please.”

  “Yes, your majesty.”

  Rolling her eyes, Kayla replied dryly, “I said please, sheesh.”

  Sitting down, Missy reluctantly handed Kayla the empty survey, biting her bottom lip in nervousness. Missy wasn’t one for confrontation, and she didn’t want Kayla to get mad at her. Kayla was one of the few women that Missy genuinely liked, and she didn’t want to disappoint her.

  Kayla looked down at it and up again quickly when she noticed it was empty. “What happened?” she questioned frantically. “Didn’t it work? Was it too large? What?”

  “No,” Missy reassured her, sensing her friend’s worry. “No, it was all my fault.”

  Scrunching her brow, Kayla asked, “What do you mean?”

  Missy filled Kayla in on everything that happened the day before, and to her relief not only was Kayla not mad, she found the whole thing hilarious. Dylan too, and of course he couldn’t wait to point out how The Walnut Wand was responsible for it all.

  “That’s not true,” Kayla denied, throwing a pillow at him. “It’s all Missy’s fault for being utterly desirable.”

  Snorting, Missy said sarcastically, “Yeah, that’s what it is.”

  “It is,” Kayla pouted. “My poor little Wand was just caught up in the whirlwind of your torrid love affair, which I want more details on, and now I’ll have to find a new subject to test it out.”

  Kayla looked over at Dylan with a speculative look on her face, causing him to pale and shake his head in denial. “Don’t even think it.”

  “Honey, it’s for science.”

  The ringing of the phone halted Dylan’s reply, and by the way he jumped up to answer it, Missy thought he was happy it rang. Dylan held up a finger, to signal that he had to take the call, and walked quickly from the room. Kayla just smiled and shook her head. Leaning forward, Kayla whispered, “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that he just slipped his hand in his pocket and made his cell phone call home.”

  “Does he do that often?”

  “Only when he wants to avoid a conversation,” Kayla laughed. Setting her drink on the coffee table, Kayla tucked her legs underneath her and pulled her shirt down over her knees. “So, talk woman, tell me about this trouble-causing man of yours.”

  “You kinda already met him.”

  “Who?” Kayla leaned forward excitedly.

  “Remember the night that you and Eliza came to the shop?” Missy asked shyly.

  “No!” Kayla squealed. “Not the hunk in the suit who passed you his card. You work fast.”

  “Not me, him. That man moves at the speed of light and doesn’t know the meaning of taking things slow.”

  “Sounds to me like someone is in love.”

  “Not love,” Missy pinked and denied. “But serious like, with a strong case of lust attached.”

  “Lust?” Wiggling her brows, Kayla grinned. “Does this mean that your books aren’t the only thing you’re cramming these days?”

  “Kayla!” Shocked, Missy couldn’t believe that Kayla had said that, although she shouldn’t be surprised. Anyone crazy enough to invent an anal sex toy for men couldn’t possible have a shy bone in her body.

  “What? Oh please, don’t try that ‘miss innocent’ bull with me. I can tell that he had more on his mind than the price of
lube, and from the way you’re grinning from ear to ear, I know he has to be doing something right.”

  “Oh, he does a lot right.”

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Details please. Leave nothing to the imagination. Remember, I make sex toys for a living, so my mind is far too twisted to be left to come up with its own details”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Let’s skip all the boring stuff and get right to the goods. Is he?”

  “Is he what?”

  “Is he good?”

  “No,” Missy said leaning forward. “He’s great.”

  Fanning herself, Kayla dropped her head back on the back of the couch and fanned herself comically. “I knew it. Something about a man in a tux.”

  “Well, he wasn’t wearing a tux.”

  “I should hope not.”

  “So then, last night didn’t cause any issues? You know, the whole Scott thing.”

  Missy sighed and shook her head. “Not really, but things aren’t as good as I would like.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “It’s really a combination of things, but mainly he’s a little, umm…” Missy paused looking for the right word.

  “Too controlling and overbearing.”

  “How did you know?”

  “Honey, it’s in the water in this town,” Kayla teased. “But that shouldn’t be a problem, he can change.”

  “My mother always told me that the only chance you get to change a man is when he’s an infant in diapers.”

  “Ouch,” Kayla grimaced. “Well, despite Dear Abby’s words of advice, if he cares for you, then he will. It’ll be hard and won’t happen overnight, but it can happen.”

  Picking up her drink, Missy took a sip of her iced tea and held the cold glass in her hand. “It’s not only him, although I wish I could pretend that it was.”

  “Then what else is it?”

  “You only saw him for an instant and mainly from behind, but he’s a very handsome man.”

  “And this is bad, why?”

  “It’s a little intimidating at times.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he looks like that and I look like this.”