Watch Me

by Ada Frost

  “You ready for me?” I slowly slid my cock against the folds of her pussy, coating my cock with her wetness.

  “Hurry,” she demanded, keeping her gaze locked on mine through the reflection. I was a man who never needed telling twice. I surged forward and filled her to the hilt.

  Her long gasping moan and my groan echoed in the room. I thrust into her time and again, watching every expression on her perfect face. Her mouth was agape, her eyes hooded, as I pumped into her. The slap of our skin as I pounded hard and fast inside her was sexy as hell.

  “I’m close,” I panted, sliding my hand to her pussy and rubbing her clit. The tightening muscles around my cock were enough to tell me she was ready. She arched her spine and let her head fall back as her body moved with mine. She pushed back to meet me, taking her pleasure, unafraid to seek what she wanted. Her lids fluttered closed when I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands. Her perfect nipples were tightly erect.

  “Watch me. Watch as I make you come.” Her eyes heated with arousal met mine in the mirror. When she licked her lips I lost it. My balls tightened, and I growled out my orgasm, pumping inside her. She cried out, calling my name and squeezing my dick dry. I jerked against her as I drew out my orgasm.

  Releasing a relaxed breath, I leaned forward against her, pressing my cheek between her shoulder blades. “Jesus, woman, you nearly killed me.” Her amused snort had my cock twitching inside her. Part of me didn’t want to leave her body. “Do you like your present?” I asked, already planning to buy more if this was the result.

  “These were from you? I didn’t realise.” She squealed when I nipped her shoulder with my teeth and spun her to face me.

  I could only stare into those captivating green eyes of hers as she watched me with a gleeful smile on her face.

  “This was a mistake,” I uttered. Her crestfallen expression and her valiant attempt to appear unaffected by my words had pain slicing through me at her misunderstanding. “It was a mistake because now I will spend the day wishing I had you alone so I could spread you over your desk and fuck you all over again.”

  Her lips made a perfect O shape.

  “This mouth was made to be fucked. You were made to be worshipped. And I need more time and space to do your body justice, Miss Warner.”

  “I thought —”

  “If you have the capacity to think right now, I failed in fucking you senseless.”

  “You have a naughty mouth, Stone.” She laughed, pressing her lips to my neck.

  “You have no idea how naughty I can be.” I slid my hands over the round globes of her arse and pulled her against me.

  “Will you let me find out?”

  The phone ringing outside was a startling reminder our time in here was limited. I stole a quick hungry kiss and moved away. I opened the door, intent on running around the office stark bollock naked collecting our clothes, when I smiled. Samuel had deposited them all beside the door.

  I scooped up the items and my holdall and closed the door, handing Abigail her small pile of clothes. I handed her, her belongings and proceeded to get dressed in mine.

  “Where are my knickers?”

  I ignored her question and tried to quell the smile on my face.

  “Lawson, I need my knickers.”

  “I have no clue what you mean.” I laughed loudly when she slapped my shoulder.

  “You can’t keep stealing them. I’ll have none left.”

  “I am not seeing a problem with that. I like easy access. Ow! Stop hitting me.” I feigned injury, but the fact I was laughing made my protests invalid.

  She finished getting dressed in silence, and a sense of dread seeped into me that I truly had angered her. But just as she straightened her skirt, she stepped past me and opened the door.

  “Payback, is going to be so sweet. Mark my words, sir, I will make you beg.”

  “Do not make this more than it is, Miss Warner. I offer you no more than what just happened.”

  “I never asked for anything, Mr Stone.” She blew me a kiss and closed the door behind her.

  A woman with an arse like that and thighs made to wrap around a man’s waist is irresistible. Chaos had no place in my life. But I found myself craving Miss Warner, the very definition of mayhem.

  I just had sex with my boss.

  In a bathroom.

  I just had sex with my boss in a bathroom.

  “Holy crap,” I practically screeched to my reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. My hair was a bird’s nest, my cheeks were flush, and my neck had finger marks. The insides of my thighs were tender from stubble burn in the most delicious way, and my pussy could still feel him.

  I’d just had sex with my boss.

  Ordinarily I would have thought I was on some hallucinogenic drug because it was not typical behaviour for me, but the fact I was naked under my skirt was a constant reminder.

  There was only one thing for it – I had to play it completely cool. This was likely his MO and the reason he went through so many secretaries. They became clingy, and he dismissed them. Mr Stone definitely struck me as the commitment phobic type. Besides, I wasn’t clingy and certainly not to an uptight arsehole – even if his arse was magnificent – like Stone.

  Straightening my clothes and hair, again, I made my way back to my office. When I entered, I noted Stone was missing. I grounded myself and prepared to be unaffected by my new knowledge of my very sexy, very naked boss.

  The morning was pretty uneventful. The studio was filming all-girl today. There were less people in there, but the scenes were definitely more intense. The set had been changed too. It looked a lot more like a school. Working here was certainly different, I was in a constant state of arousal for one.

  Around lunchtime I finally managed to tie Lacey down and made her promise to eat with me. Well, not literally tie her down. I might have seen more in the way of whips and chains since working here, but I had yet to use them. She was in a seriously crappy mood and had been for the past week or so. I’d missed her, and I was tired of her avoiding me.

  There was no way she could have known about me and Lawson. I was praying there wasn’t office gossip.

  I think today must have been a bad day for some. Lawson had been his usual cuntish self throughout the day, as if he dare not smile or even be polite in case I started seeing wedding bells. What made me most angry was the way I allowed him to affect me. This morning in the bathroom was fun, relieved a little tension, nothing more. I wanted nothing more.

  I’d wanted so badly to tell Lacey about everything, but I didn’t want her thinking poorly of me, or lecturing me on what had occurred. Instead, I kept the conversation light, about the tuna pasta concoction I’d had for dinner the previous night.

  “So are you enjoying working here, other than being stuck with Stone?”

  “He isn’t so bad,” I said impulsively, immediately wishing I hadn’t.

  “What?”

  “He’s an arse, but he has his good points.” Like his incredible dick, tongue, and dirty mouth.

  “I bet you never thought you’d be working in the porn industry.”

  “It’s certainly different. It’s the only job I’ve ever had where I’m constantly aroused. My duties entail cataloguing sex toys and Durex. Yesterday I was discussing the effectiveness of different anal lubes – that was an eye opening conversation. At least I know which is the best to use should anyone ever come knocking at my backdoor. It’s hard to concentrate on secretarial duties when I see people getting shagged every which way possible through the glass wall of my office. Do you know I didn’t know what a creampie was? I thought it was some sort of desert you guys ate to increase stamina because I’d heard it so often.”

  Lacey burst into loud laughter.

  “I never know whether to bring popcorn to work or a vibrator.” I loved seeing her smile. She wiped her eyes as she gained her composure and started breathing normally again.

  Lacey went very quiet. I glanced over my shoulde
r to see a very tall slender kickass beauty. It was the same woman I’d seen her having lunch with the day she’d refused me. Seriously, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. She had ink covering most of her body. Intricate and colourful designs crawled up her arms and over her chest. She was wearing a vest top and shorts, and her toned thighs had a beautiful lotus flower wrapped around it. Her hair was shaved at the sides and left a little longer on the top, dyed black with bright blue streaks running through it. She had and intense stare and the most pouty lips I’d ever seen.

  She approached our table but only glared at Lacey. She avoided looking the other woman in the eye. When the mystery bitch disappeared through a side door, I leaned over the table.

  “What was that about?” I asked in a low voice so only Lacey could hear.

  “Nothing.” She refused to meet my gaze.

  “Lacey?”

  “She’s pissed at me is all.”

  “Why?”

  Lacey picked at her perfectly manicured nails, something she never did, and remained silent.

  “Lace, come on. Talk to me. Is she giving you shit?”

  Lacey lifted her hand to her mouth and rested her lips on her fist, stopping the words from leaving. Tears played in those big blue eyes of hers.

  “Hey.” I grabbed her hand and covered it with both of mine. “Do I need to chop her tits off? Because, babe, I will.”

  Lacey released a watery laugh, wiping at her face as fat tears rolled down her cheek.

  “Tell me,” I implored.

  “She’s pissed at me.”

  “You already said that.”

  “I’ve been seeing someone, secretly.”

  “Oh crap, it was her boyfriend?”

  “What? No.”

  “Husband?”

  “I wasn’t cheating.”

  “Okay.” I trailed off, hoping to lead her into an explanation.

  “It was her,” she rushed, averting her gaze.

  I scrunched my brow, not understanding. “Huh?”

  “I was...seeing her. She was...we were together.”

  “What the hell?” I blurted a little too loudly.

  “Shush.” Lacey admonished as a few people turned to stare at me.

  “You and her?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you dumped her?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous.”

  Lacey’s face crumpled. I grabbed her hand and stood, forcing her to follow me. Staying for lunch here was possibly not the best idea. I yanked at her dragging her along until we were in Lawson’s office and pushed her into his bathroom. Mr Prissy would have to suck it up.

  “Details.”

  “I called her after you got the job and said I thought we should cool things a little.”

  “Why?”

  “Abby... I’m gay. This isn’t a phase, I’m not experimenting. I. Am. Gay.” Her hands were shaking violently.

  “And?”

  Lacey burst into loud painful sobs. I could do nothing but hug and hold her shaking frame.

  “Sorry,” she said in a muffled voice against my chest. I still had her cradled against me, needing to protect her.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” She pulled away and wiped at her face, which was puffy and red from all the crying.

  “Bloody hell, that’s good mascara, not a single smear,” I teased grinning at her. She laughed brightly, snorting in the process.

  “So, Fine Art out there?” I nodded behind me to indicate her lover.

  Lacey giggled. “Fine art?”

  “Let’s face it. There aren’t many women in the world that bloody sexy, and all those gorgeous tattoos complete the package.”

  “They’re everywhere.” Lacey said, before blushing bright pink. I grinned and sat on the toilet seat, waiting for her to elaborate.

  She released a small sigh before pushing herself up onto the counter to sit beside the washbasin. “We’ve worked together for a while, and at first we would just do our scenes together and go home. Same as with everyone else I perform with. It’s my job. No feelings are involved.”

  “But with her it was different?”

  “Kind of. At first we were two performers. Then one night she asked if I wanted to get a coffee afterwards, which turned into a few drinks. Nothing happened; we just had a really good night. Then it happened again and a few times after that, to the point I was looking forward to finishing work so I could spend time with her. I tried to play it off as nothing, but then she had a week off work because she was sick, and although we texted, I really missed her. Like...” Lacey glanced down at her lap. She knotted the tissue in her hands. “It became more, and I got butterflies when I’d receive a text or she’d call or when she’d walk on set.”

  I grinned at my cousin, loving how she glowed when she talked about her girl.

  “I was scared she wouldn’t feel the same way about me. I knew she was seeing someone so I didn’t even try.”

  “And what happened?”

  “We’d done a scene together; it was a three-way girl-boy-girl. The scene ended with me sixty-nine-ing her, and the guy fucking her, before he came on my face. Anyway, when we were cleaning up, she came up to me and said she enjoyed filming. I’d agreed. It was good. But she turned around and said she just wished he wasn’t in it so she could have me to herself.” Lacey smiled, still refusing to look at me. “At first I was shocked, but I was so bad because I replied that I too wished that about every scene.”

  I rested my chin on my hands. “Why was that bad?”

  “Because she had, or I thought she had, a girlfriend.”

  “Had?”

  “She asked if I wanted to go for a drink, so we did. But it felt different. She was really flirty and touching me, and though it was amazing and I wanted it, I couldn’t get her girlfriend out of my head.”

  “Good girl.” I smirked, admiring her restraint.

  “I wanted her so bloody bad. In the end I said I had to go home and left. At work the next day it was so awkward between us. The scene was shit, and Sam made us swap because we were just messing up. She confronted me later about it, and I kinda confessed to liking her more than work colleagues but understood that she had a girlfriend.”

  “Stop with the cliffhanger shit for fuck’s sake.”

  “Bitch.”

  “Trollop.”

  Lace rolled her eyes, but finally she was looking at me, and the shame that had been clouding her gaze was gone.

  “She said she’d finished weeks ago with her girlfriend because she realised she had feelings for me.”

  I squealed and clapped my hands.

  “We went out for drinks, then went home and performed our own private scene. And God was it...” She paused and glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “I swear I’m going to thump you in the baby maker if you keep holding out on me.”

  “Aren’t you sickened by it?”

  “By the fact Lacey is madly in love with a gorgeous woman and said woman feels the same way? Yeah, I’m totally sick with it. Sick that I’m alone, getting zero action and am going to grow old alone because I can’t even afford a cat.” My cheeks heated at the teeny tiny lie, but she didn’t question it.

  Lacey’s head fell back, and she released a loud free sounding laugh. I loved the sound.

  “Seriously I’m offended you’d think I’d feel any different about this. You know I have no issues with sexual preference. I’m pretty freaking awesome, and I’m stunned you don’t realise this.” I winked at her and grinned.

  “You really are.” Lace jumped from the counter and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. “It’s so different with her when we’re not at work. She’s different. And yeah, I am in love with her. So much it’s killing me being away from her.”

  “Well then, you brain-dead tart, why the hell did you finish it?”

  “You know how my parents are.”

  “Yeah, bigoted idiots.�
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  “That’s putting it politely.” She huffed.

  “Your parents cast my mother out because she was a single mother. They despised me and called me an abomination. I was a kid for God’s sake who had no clue what they were talking about. So what if my mum wasn’t married when she got pregnant? They are nasty vile haters who only garner joy from trying to destroy the happiness of others. It’s bullshit. You are beautiful, are great at what you do, and should never feel ashamed of who you are.”

  “I know, but...”

  “No buts. If at twenty-five, they are still drowning you in negativity, then it’s time to cut them loose and swim free.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Fine Art makes you happy. You’re miserable now without her. Take what you want and live your life without regrets.”

  “Her name is Leah. On screen she’s Bonny.”

  I nodded.

  “I’ve really fucked up, haven’t I?”

  I was about to reply when the door opened, and Stone partly entered with his hand mid-opening of his fly. He paused, taking in the scene. He opened his mouth, I’m sure to bollock us for being in here, when I held up my hand.

  “Please do not get that thing out while we’re here. No one wants to see that,” I said, pointing to his hands, which were still on his fly. “We were talking, nothing more. No bodily fluids were exchanged; we didn’t use the facilities. Nothing was defiled in anyway.” I grabbed Lacey’s hand and stood, hauling her to her feet. “Now we will be leaving you in peace, Mr Stone, to finish your business.” I headed past him, but he had barely moved from the doorway so I had to slide by him, which caused my breasts to brush against his chest. Both of us sucked in ragged breaths at the contact. He stepped back bumping into the wall. It was uncharacteristically clumsy, but I couldn’t afford to stay and tease him when Lacey was watching with eagle eyes.

  “Your lunch hour is finished,” he ordered.

  “Sorry, Mr Stone,” Lacey muttered. He never replied, just slammed the bathroom door.

  “Prick,” I muttered. As we approached the lunch room, Leah was making her way back to the studio.