Wanted (B&S)

by Kimberly Knight

  “Are you touching yourself, too?” I asked.

  “Fuck, Babe, how could I not? I’m so fucking horny right now, watching you finger yourself.”

  “Let me see.”

  Brandon turned the phone down over his long, smooth cock. I could feel myself get wetter as I saw his hand slowly stroking his length. I dipped my finger farther into my hot pussy.

  “I don’t think I can prop the phone up so I can see you while you watch me, but I need to watch you,” he said.

  “Okay,” I panted.

  I leaned my head back, all the way onto my pillow so I could no longer see my phone. I could only hear Brandon working his shaft as pre-cum lubricated his hand, causing a slick sound. My finger continued to thrust inside my core, the sound of my wet pussy starting to overpower the sound of Brandon working his cock. I teased one of my nipples with my free hand, making it become erect.

  “Play with your clit.”

  A moan escaped my mouth as my thumb drew circles over my throbbing clit. My fingers lightly twisted around my puckered nipple. I could feel my body heat rise as my body inched closer to shattering.

  “Let me see again,” I said as I raised my head off the pillow, looking down between my bent legs at my phone. The sight of Brandon stroking his cock quickly tightened my insides and my body was on the brink of climaxing. “Oh my God, I want you inside me so badly right now,” I moaned as my head dropped back down on the pillow.

  I slipped another finger inside as my thumb continued to flick my clit. Closing my eyes, I let my mind replay Brandon stroking his cock.

  “Babe––I’ve been so worked up since you sent me the first picture, I don’t know if I can last much longer,” he said behind gritted teeth.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna come soon.”

  My fingers continued working my dripping wet pussy and I could feel my body begin to reach its peak as my thumb circled around my clit. “Fuck!” I groaned loudly as my body convulsed, jerking my head up slightly as I caught a glimpse of Brandon’s face on the screen of my phone looking down at my pussy. His eyes flicked to mine and he turned the phone down to his cock, just in time for me to see his white cum squirting out, slicking his hand as he milked himself to the last drop.

  *~*~*

  I woke up the next morning with very little sleep. The day had barely begun, but I already couldn’t wait for it to be over. You know when you have something you look forward to for a long time, it seems that it takes forever to happen, but if you’re dreading something, it seems to happen way sooner than you want? Well that is what happened to me. Friday couldn’t end soon enough and I honestly felt like Saturday would never come.

  I tried to keep myself busy as I packed for my weekend in Seattle while I watched court TV. I even broke out my Wii to do some Zumba; there was no way I was going to the gym alone while Trevor was still hanging around.

  As the hours crawled by, Saturday morning finally arrived. Becca and I took a taxi to SFO and flew to meet up with our guys. When we landed, we hurried to baggage claim where I spotted Brandon and Jason waiting near our flight’s carousel. Becca and I both rushed over and were immediately engulfed in the arms of our men. I secretly wished that once Brandon and I had been together for as long as Becca and Jason, we would still have the spark they had.

  Our bags finally came out on the belt and we walked outside to a waiting limo.

  “Wow, a limo?” I asked.

  “Eh, the hotel provided it for us,” Brandon said.

  “Well, aren’t we special?” Becca asked, laughing.

  As we left the airport, I stared out the window and marveled at how green it was—there were so many trees everywhere I looked. After the half hour drive, we arrived at our hotel and after checking in, we freshened up and decided to ride the Monorail to the Space Needle to do a little sightseeing and eat lunch.

  When we arrived at the Space Needle, we posed for a picture on our way to the elevators that would take us up to the Observation Deck which overlooked Seattle. While riding up, the elevator attendant pointed out where Frasier Crane’s house would have been if he had really lived in Seattle. It looked like it was a four-story mansion––nothing like what I had pictured Frasier to live in given the perspective of the show.

  Brandon and I posed for pictures along the side of the Observation Deck with the beautiful city of Seattle as our backdrop and then switched places with Becca and Jason so they could do the same. We took our time wandering around the deck and then ate lunch at the SkyCity Restaurant, which was one floor below us.

  “Can we come back tonight?” I asked.

  “Oh, that would be so pretty,” Becca said.

  “Of course we can,” Jason said, patting Becca’s leg under the table and Brandon nodded in agreement.

  After lunch, we rode the Monorail back towards where our hotel was and made plans to meet up with Becca and Jason for dinner. Ryan and Max would also be joining us once they arrived later in the evening.

  Brandon and I snuggled on the king size bed to watch TV and I found myself drifting off to sleep only a few minutes later. Since Brandon and I had been apart for two nights, I hadn’t been sleeping well. I loved falling asleep in his arms every night and dreaded his business trips. Thankfully, there were no more planned in our immediate future. He and Jason were working on opening another gym, but in Palo Alto, which was just outside San Francisco.

  *~*~*

  I woke to the sound of my cell ringing. I rolled over to grab it and saw that it was Ryan. Brandon protested as I moved away and pulled me back to him so we were spooning again.

  “Hey,” I said, answering my phone with a yawn.

  “Hey, we just landed. What’s the plan?”

  “Dinner and then going to the Space Needle again.”

  “Again?”

  “Yeah, we went there earlier, but want to go back tonight.”

  “Cool, well, text me your room number and we will meet you there.”

  We hung up and I texted Ryan our room number. I set my phone on the nightstand and rolled over, placing my head on Brandon’s chest.

  “Time to get ready for dinner,” I said.

  “I want to go back to sleep. That was the best sleep I’ve had in the last few days,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

  “I know, but Ryan and Max will be here in about a half hour and I am sure Becca and Jason are waiting to go to dinner too.”

  “Yeah––fine, let’s go,” he groaned, then kissed the top of my head and untangled us so we could get ready.

  *~*~*

  Forty minutes later, Ryan and Max were knocking on our door. I grabbed my purse while Brandon opened the door. We met up with Becca and Jason in the hotel lobby and walked a few blocks to a restaurant for dinner.

  “Did Spencer tell you that that guy Trevor was outside the gym on Thursday when the girls were there?” Jason asked Brandon after we placed our order and the waiter walked away.

  “No, she failed to mention that,” Brandon said as he frowned, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

  “Sorry, I forgot,” I said, shrugging.

  “What did he do?” Brandon asked.

  “Nothing. We were just getting into my car after our spa day and he was standing against the wall across from where I parked.”

  “I didn’t see him,” Becca said.

  “Me either,” Ryan said.

  “As soon as he saw that I noticed him, he disappeared. He probably went back inside the gym, but we didn’t stick around to find out.”

  “So now he knows what kind of car you drive?” Brandon asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, groaning.

  “I’m not trying to control you, Babe, but I would really rather you didn’t go there alone anymore. This is the second time that you have seen him hanging around the gym,” Brandon said, lightly squeezing my leg under the table.

  “I know––I don’t want to. He is creeping me out,” I said, taking a sip of my Cosmo.

  “It’s so weird,�
�� Ryan said. “We met him months ago in Vegas––not here.”

  “I hope he is there on Wednesday. I will give him a piece of my mind,” Brandon said.

  “I’ll join you,” Jason said.

  “Spencer, you want me to get you a restraining order?” Max asked.

  “He hasn’t done anything, though. He is just always showing up.”

  “We can always request one from the court. You never know what a Judge might order and on what basis,” Max said.

  “I don’t even know his last name.”

  “Well, next time you see him, call the cops. Then we will get the restraining order.”

  “Yeah––next time,” I said with a heavy sigh.

  “I’m going to pick you up from work from now on,” Brandon said, setting his beer down after taking a sip.

  “This is just ridiculous. I have no idea why he is stalking me. It’s not like I am famous or something. I barely talked to the guy. All we did was dance in Vegas. I just…I just don’t get it,” I said, dipping a tortilla chip in spinach dip.

  “Yeah, I have no idea, but I will be on the lookout during the day for a guy hanging around outside and I will pick you up every day from work,” Brandon said firmly.

  “Great, I don’t even get to drive my new car to work,” I pouted.

  “Spence, it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Ryan said, patting my hand.

  “Babe, let’s just do it for a few weeks and see what happens,” Brandon said.

  “Why not hire a security guard?” Becca asked, looking from Jason to Brandon.

  “It’s not a bad idea,” Jason agreed.

  “It would also be good in case he is after women in general,” Becca said.

  “I’ll start looking on Wednesday when we get back, but I’m still picking you up from work until we do,” Brandon said, looking down at me.

  “Okay,” I sighed.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. Ryan and I had played our “Vegas characters”, Courtney and Megan, several times. I guess it was only a matter of time until it caught up to us––well, caught up to me anyway. I thought that after I told Trevor that I had a boyfriend, he would finally get the hint and leave me alone. In Vegas, I had given him the wrong number. Shouldn’t he have gotten the clue then?

  After dinner, we rode the Monorail again to the Space Needle. The tickets that we bought earlier in the day with Jason and Becca were passes for day and night, so while the four of us waited for Ryan and Max to buy their tickets, we posed for more pictures. We took a group picture of all of us before riding up to the Conservation Deck.

  Seattle lights twinkled all around us as we walked around the deck. After a few minutes of enjoying the view, Brandon and I walked over to the photo kiosk and emailed ourselves the pictures that were taken by the photographer down at ground level. The group picture was definitely one to be framed and uploaded to Facebook.

  After everyone had their fill of the Seattle skyline, we rode the Monorail back towards our hotel, stopping at an ice cream parlor before heading in for the night. I caught myself yawning a few times and was thankful that Becca and Ryan wanted to call it a night after we finished our ice cream. I giggled to myself as I realized that it was Saturday night and we couldn’t even make it past eleven o’clock; we should all be out enjoying the Seattle nightlife, but all I wanted was to crawl into bed and fall asleep snuggled in Brandon’s arms.

  *~*~*

  We all slept in the next morning, preparing for the long night ahead. We met for brunch and then walked down to Pike Place Market. Grabbing cups of coffee at the first Starbucks that opened in 1971, we strolled down the market where we stopped and watched a street performer who was hula-hooping with three hoops and balancing a guitar on his chin while playing another guitar––now that’s what I call pure talent.

  After being mesmerized by the talented hula-hooping guitarist with impeccable balancing skills, we watched the flying fish for several minutes. Every time I saw something on TV about Seattle, they always mentioned the flying fish. I had always wanted to see the fish being thrown in the air to another guy waiting to place them in a bed of ice. It was almost like being at the circus.

  After our tourist shenanigans, we returned to our hotel rooms to get ready for our night of partying and welcoming the New Year. I put on my grey tulle fit-and-flare dress, gold strappy heels that matched the sequins and curled my dark brown hair. After I expertly applied my make-up, I turned around to step out of the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks.

  Brandon was dressed in a black pinstriped suit with a black shirt and a long gold tie. I had never seen him in a suit before and it took my breath away. His eyes stared back at me in the mirror of the closet while he adjusted his tie and then turned around.

  “I knew it was going to be hard to keep my naughty thoughts under control tonight, Babe, but damn you’re so beautiful and sexy,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said, biting my lip while looking at him from head to toe. “I’m not sure if I will be able to keep my own naughty thoughts under control either.” Brandon took two long strides towards me, cupped my face with both hands, and claimed my lips. “Hey, you’re going to mess up my make-up,” I complained a few seconds later as I broke away from the kiss.

  “You’re going to have to redo it,” he said, kissing me again.

  “No, we don’t have time,” I protested.

  Brandon groaned, “I don’t know if I can wait till midnight.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to. We have a party to get to,” I said, sticking out my tongue. I took a step back to return to the bathroom, but Brandon grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him again. His hard erection pressed perfectly into my mound.

  “Those heels you’re wearing are the perfect height,” he said, glancing down at them and then back up to my eyes.

  “I can feel that,” I laughed.

  Brandon kissed me once more then swatted my ass. “Hurry and go fix your make-up before I change my mind and fuck you right here in the doorway of the bathroom.”

  *~*~*

  The six of us strolled into the ballroom of the hotel we were staying in. There were at least one hundred people already inside when we arrived. Some were in line for the buffet, some waiting at a few of the open bars and others were already out on the dance floor.

  We stopped and posed for a picture before making our way to find a table so we could grab a bite to eat before we danced the night away. The guys left to get us drinks at the bar as we looked around the room. The dance floor was dimly lit as strobe lights danced across it. Gold and black balloons decorated the room and each table had an assortment of plastic party horns in various colors.

  The guys came back with our drinks and we all sat around the table eating and drinking as we people watched.

  “Time to go dance,” Ryan said, tugging on Max’s arm.

  “I’m not drunk enough, yet,” Max said, not budging from his seat.

  “Spencer?” Ryan said, turning to me with both hands on her hips.

  “Fine, let’s go. Becca?”

  “Yeah, you ladies go dance, and we’ll watch,” Jason said.

  “Yep, let’s go,” Becca said, downing the rest of her champagne.

  I kissed Brandon softly on the lips and turned to walk towards the dance floor. We squeezed into a spot on the end of the floor where we could easily see the guys and they could see us. We danced in a circle to various songs while laughing and giggling and just enjoying ourselves. Over the many songs that played, we each motioned for the guys to join us, but each time they turned us down, whispering to each other and taking swigs of the beers as they watched us dance.

  A remix of Ke$ha’s song Get Sleazier played as we swayed our hips in a circle to the beat. Ryan moved in front with her back to me and Becca moved behind me as we continued to move with our hips in sync. I glanced over to the guys––all eyes were on us. Ryan grinded her ass into me and as I glanced towards her, I saw that she was also looking at the guy
s as she danced.

  Becca placed her hands on my hips and I guessed she was more than likely looking at the guys as well. Giving them a show, we continued to grind on each other as Ke$ha sang about not needing someone’s brand new Benz. The song changed to Yeah! by Usher ft. Lil John and Ludacris and we continued to dance in a tight line.

  When Usher sang the words about the girl teasing the guy to come get with her on the dance floor, I motioned with my finger for Brandon to join us. To my surprise, each guy stood and walked towards the dance floor. We broke apart from our dance line, and each of us stepped into the arms of our man.

  Just like Vegas, Brandon positioned his hips with mine. His hands wrapped around my waist as my own hands circled around his neck, until nothing separated our bodies but our clothes. Brandon leaned down until he was next to my ear so he could say, “I’m not going to stop until I get you in your birthday suit.”

  I threw my head back, laughing at him for quoting the song. He laughed as well, then kissed me briefly on the lips. The music blared loudly and there was no way for me to respond so he could hear me unless we stopped dancing so I could stand on my tippy toes to tell him that I hoped he didn’t stop until I was naked. Brandon in a suit was doing things to my insides that made me want to jump him on the dance floor without a thought or care that there were hundreds of people around us.

  Just as I was ready to take a break, the DJ started to play Down on Me by Jeremih and 50 Cent. My eyes jerked up at Brandon’s. Would he remember that this was the song we first danced to? The smile that spread across his lips confirmed it—he remembered.

  “This is my favorite song,” he said in my ear.

  “Mine too,” I said. I wasn’t sure if he heard me, but he smiled and kissed me again.

  As soon as Jeremih began rapping, Brandon spun me around, just like the first time we had danced to this song. As I ground my ass into him, I could feel the beginning of an erection building beneath his pants. He brushed my hair to the side and kissed the top of my shoulder, sending a chill through my sweaty body.