by Noelle Mack
“Do you like to watch women masturbate?” she murmured.
“Uh-huh. Your little anus tightens when you fingerfuck yourself. Did you know that?”
“No,” Odette said.
“Maybe it’s because I’m spreading you nice and wide. I can really see everything.”
Now he was getting down and dirty. She loved it.
He gave her ass a final squeeze, then pulled her down into his lap.
“Don’t you want to get undressed?” she asked.
“Soon. Not yet. If you like to rub your hot pussy on denim, then I want to see more of that. I like getting you undressed little by little.”
Odette straddled him again. He slid a finger under the patch of sheer silk at the front of her thong.
“Shaved but not all the way,” he muttered. “Good. I like some curls to play with too.” He twined the exploring finger into a few and gave a light tug.
Her clitoris was revealed by the move and she strained forward. “Touch me, Bryan.”
He kept the skin lifted by his light pull on her intimate curls, and did as she asked, touching a finger of his other hand to the very tip of her clit.
“Slick,” he said.
He applied infinitesimal pressure to her clit tip, pulling a little harder on her pubic curls to keep that sensitive bit of flesh forward and up so he could fool around with it.
But there was nothing foolish about what he was doing. If there was a term like sexual intelligence, that would apply.
He massaged her clit, just her clit, on the sides, then moved the hood of it back, beginning a stimulation that was so sensual it was almost uncomfortable.
Odette could imagine what he could do with his mouth if his fingers were this skillful. Oh God. That was going to happen.
She let him play with her tiny rod, looking down. His chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he took. Bryan was intent upon what he was doing, exploring every nuance of her sexual response.
Underneath his moving fingers was the huge bulge of his cock and balls, pressed back by his old jeans.
If anything could burst the well-worn denim, it would be a cock that size, she thought. The long rod was on one side of the fly, where the material had worn so thin that the head was clearly outlined atop the shaft.
She reached through his hands to run a finger down the hot curve of flesh. Restrained, his erection was forced against his upper thigh. She reached farther down.
His heavy balls strained against the frazzled seam at the center of his jeans, so big that he had to keep his legs separated far apart.
Her fingertips rubbed him there provocatively and Bryan moaned. Then he gritted his teeth and shifted on the sofa, taking his fingers away from her clit and bringing them to his nose.
“That is the most delicate scent of a woman ever,” he murmured. “Clean but extremely sexual. Your clit is giving it up.”
“Can it do that?”
“Seems so.” He put his finger back on the tip of her clit, and rubbed it until it tingled.
She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “I used to wonder what it felt like to ejaculate. I always wanted to.”
“It’s a rush,” Bryan said. “A pulsing, hot rush. Can’t control it.”
“I want to come in your hand.”
“No coming.”
She pouted and he smiled.
“Let me amend that. Not yet.”
Odette didn’t want him to take his finger away but he did.
“These haven’t gotten any attention,” he mused, moving his hands to her breasts. He reached inside her cami top and felt one, then brought it out of her bra. Then the other.
Odette shivered. The difference between the cooler air of the room and the heat of the silken material that had cupped and uplifted her was noticeable. Her nipples stood out, long and pink.
She used her palms to warm and stroke her breasts, then made light circles over her nipples. “Ahhh,” she moaned. “Suck. They need to be sucked.”
“I love a bossy chick,” he said softly, “I don’t have to wonder about what you want. You tell me, I do it.” He immediately applied his mouth to a nipple and suckled her tenderly.
“I like to be bossed too,” she murmured. The inside of her pussy tensed with each pull of his strong lips and tongue.
He stopped for a second. “We’ll get around to that. Give and take.”
Her other nipple was happy with the lascivious attention it got next. Odette twined her hands in his thick, tousled hair, and worked with him to intensify her own pleasure, pulling back so that her nipple was drawn out, forcing him to suck hard to keep it.
She loved men like this, at the breast, squeezing and sucking and reveling in female flesh. She suspected that most were indulging fantasies from boyhood on, when they’d sneaked looks at every woman with a pretty bosom, longing to touch it freely and be held against it.
Bryan was no different from other men in that regard. His hand clasped one, his lips sought the nipple of the other, and he loved it with his mouth almost worshipfully.
Odette shifted on his spread thighs. Her thong did nothing to absorb the sensual slickness that made her intimate flesh smell so sweet to him. But she was so excited that her labia had swelled together, trapping the juice of excitement inside.
One rub from his hand and his palm would be wet. She wanted him to do it.
Odette straightened up, gently pushing his head back. Her nipple popped out of his mouth, which he wiped roughly with the back of his hand, his eyes on the tender tip.
He reached up to tug on the other, exciting it to the same length as the just-sucked one. “Gotta even them out,” he said with a grin.
“Mmm.” Odette took his hand and moved it to between her legs. “Rub my pussy,” she commanded, “the whole thing. Rub and squeeze.”
Lazily, he did just that, watching her eyes drift half-closed.
Just as she’d thought. The intimate caress made her swollen labia part and his hand became as slick as she was.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “I feel like you came in my hand.”
“I didn’t.”
“Good girl. I want to get you a lot more excited than this.”
She reached down and took his hand by the wrist, bringing it to her lips and darting her tongue into the center of his palm.
“Look at you licking yourself up,” he growled. “Dainty as a kitten.”
Odette cleaned his palm without replying, then took his fingers into her mouth, sucking each one just as clean.
“Like the way you taste?”
“Mm-hm,” she murmured, sucking and licking.
He let her finish, then let her cup his damp hand to her flushed cheek.
“Interesting,” he said. “Very interesting. What else do you like in your mouth?”
Odette answered by resting her hand on the front of his jeans. “It’s time, n’est-ce pas?”
“Yeah.” He gazed into her eyes so long and so deeply that she was a little disconcerted. Then he moved her off his lap, half-lifting her with ease.
He stood as she sprawled sensually on the sofa, her legs far apart, watching him shuck the flexible jacket and the tank top in one go. His chest was perfect, carved out of ripped muscle and sleek skin with just a dusting of dark hair over his pecs.
Her eyes followed the line it made down his hard abs, dividing them and diving under his jeans.
No belt. He flicked the round steel button at the waistband out of its tattered buttonhole and fumbled for the zipper, distracted by the way she was staring at his crotch.
“Let me,” Odette whispered. She kneeled on the sofa and found the tiny shank of steel that opened the zipper, caressing his imprisoned cock as she pulled the zipper slowly open.
Her hands moved the two sides of the front of his jeans apart, and she pressed kisses to the soft cotton of the briefs beneath that still concealed his hard, hot rod.
From the root to the head, it was too long and too thick to sp
ring out. Bryan groaned and eased a hand into her hair, pushing her head against his trapped flesh.
Odette pressed kiss after kiss to the shaft, then nipped it through the cotton knit. He stiffened, then trembled. She loved him like this, not knowing what he was going to get, up for anything.
He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head, looking into her eyes again. His were blazing with desire. He pushed her back a little on the sofa, then worked his jeans down over his hips. The briefs came with them.
And there it was.
The biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen, jutting out of dark curls at its base, moving in a way he couldn’t really control. Toward her.
Odette’s lips parted at the sight.
Bryan Bachman, his jeans halfway down his beautifully muscled thighs, would stumble if he took one step. Which he meant he was rooted to the spot.
He grabbed at the top of his jeans, eager to finish the struggle of getting out of them, but her stilling hand intervened.
“Stop,” she said. “Just as you like me half-undressed, I like you the same way. Jeans pulled down like that are very provocative. A male ass suddenly revealed is beautiful.”
“You haven’t seen that,” he said, keeping his hands where they were.
“Turn around,” was her reply. “Show off.”
“Okay, this is gay. But whatever.”
“No, it isn’t,” she whispered when he indulged her whim. Odette reached out to caress his fine, hard, bare ass. It was completely smooth and tanned all over.
He relaxed, beginning to enjoy himself. “Yeah, I swim naked,” he said in response to a question she hadn’t thought to ask. Then she remembered that Americans generally didn’t. “I like to be in wild places, remember? No one around to be shocked.”
“Ah, what a pleasure it would be to see you naked in the woods,” she murmured. She ran her hands over the hollows at the sides of his buttocks. He trembled like a horse, his hard haunches apart despite the jeans that bunched around them. “Push them lower,” she instructed, wanting him to reveal himself.
“Not tired of the view? I can go panoramic,” he said. He twisted and looked at her over his shoulder. That deep-carved dimple flashed in his cheek.
Which would bring that magnificent cock directly opposite her lips at some point. The temptation to suck it would be too strong to resist. No, she would play with him this way for a little while.
“In a moment,” she replied, catching his amused gaze. “Bend over first. Just as you are.”
He snorted but he didn’t turn around. “Now that really is gay.”
“It is sexy to see a man from behind,” she insisted. “The balls on display, the cock out in front—the gay men know a few things.”
“No surprises,” he muttered as he bent, bracing his hands on his knees. He adjusted the pushed-down denims, which were tangled with his briefs.
“Look but don’t touch?” she asked.
“You can touch. Just leave the hole alone. I can play with yours. You can’t play with mine.”
“Silly. I had no intention of it.” Still, she looked. It was tight and small and clean. His willingness to take such a vulnerable pose pleased her. Odette insinuated her hand between his thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh at the insides and top. He sighed with pleasure. She could see his balls tighten.
They were next.
She cupped them and his whole body tensed. How heavy they were in her hand, hot from their confinement in his jeans.
Her wriggling in his lap had excited him deeply. He would come hard for her, shooting jets of come upon her willing flesh if she asked for it, she was sure of it.
Odette reached further, stroking his cock from the root to just under the tip. There had to be a drop of pre-come trembling on the head, hot and thick. Too thick to fall until he turned around and she could lick it up as daintily as she’d licked her juice from his palm.
Bryan gave a growl as he stood up and turned around. “Enough. The rest of me is getting lonely.”
Odette rested her hands over his as he pushed the jeans down to his knees. She sat back as he stepped out of them.
“Naked at last. But you stay the way you are. The lingerie is great. Is that from the company you work for?”
“No.” She didn’t always wear her own designs, fortunately for her tonight. He wouldn’t be finding an Oh! Oh! Odette label when he took it all off.
“Whatever. I don’t care. I love black lace.” His hands on his hips, his cock proud and out, he looked down at it. “Yeah. A lot.”
“Good. I can see that.” And she saw the drop of come she’d anticipated. Odette reached out a finger and took it off, showing him the glistening moisture on her fingertip before she popped it into her mouth, savoring it. “You are delicious.”
He took a couple of steps closer. “Lie back. Lift your legs. Show off your pussy. I didn’t really get a chance to see it.”
Odette reclined lazily, lifting her legs and spreading them as wide as she could. The thong was on crooked, but that would give him a better view fo the feminine flesh he’d treated so tenderly.
He kneeled in front of her and pushed it farther to the side. It drifted back. He took the straps and snapped them, then tossed it aside.
“Bit by bit,” he murmured. His head came down as his mouth took her clit. He sucked like a master, pulsing his lips in time with her pulse. The erotic sensation was incredible.
He moved down in a few minutes, telling her again that he didn’t want her to come yet.
Odette moaned her acquiescence. On her back, she didn’t feel like giving orders. She was more than ready to have him take charge. Except that…she would enjoy oral even more if her own mouth were filled, if his strong thighs trapped her head while he pressed his balls to her mouth.
She could take at least one at a time, lapping it with her tongue, then the other. If he would let her control the downward thrust of his cock by encircling it with her fingers, she could take that too.
“Please,” she begged, “soixante-neuf.”
“Sixty-nine?”
“Oui. Come over me. I want to suck cock.”
He didn’t argue, they assumed the position, and Odette felt waves of very powerful arousal begin deep inside her.
Penetrated by his strong tongue, she returned the favor by sucking hard on his cock, taking as much of it as she could. Her encircling fingers were slick from her mouth, giving him a channel to slide in and out of that was so wet and tight, he moaned.
She didn’t care what he’d said. Naughty conversations with Marc had taught her that most men enjoyed a little anal play, especially with oral sex.
She wetted a finger quickly and slid it into the tight, clean hole before he could protest.
She felt his indrawn breath against her intimate flesh before he yielded and let his anus be gently probed while she sucked him.
Odette felt the hole he’d guarded open to her without a word of protest or acceptance from him. She realized that she was probably the first woman who’d been bold enough to try.
It was the first time she had done such a thing. It was an added fillip of pleasure for him, a subtle reminder that taking meant giving.
In the world of fashion, gay men often kissed and fondled each other publicly, clothed, of course, but not shy about showing their appreciation for male bodies. She’d wondered about this aspect of it and had asked Marc.
Now, feeling naughty indeed and excited by the pleasure she’d added to for him, she withdrew her finger. She could not imagine so small a hole being violated by the cock of a male lover. No, a feminine finger was all he could handle.
For now, she wanted his cock in her mouth again. His tongue was still working her pussy with consummate skill, getting her extremely wet. Following her example, he slid a slick finger into her anus.
Odette moaned with pleasure around his cock. The gentle double penetration was stimulating her to the max.
But he was clever enough to avoid any p
ressure on her clitoris. She could not come. They rocked on the sofa, their heads between each other’s legs, taking and giving hot oral sex, plus that little bit more for her in the ass.
Her lips stretched by the thickness of his gently thrusting shaft, she could not imagine that in her behind. His finger was thick enough.
He had it in nearly all the way, gliding and sliding with her natural lube. Odette clasped her stockinged legs around his back, a move that pushed her pussy up.
His finger went in her asshole to the last knuckle. He pulled his face up and stopped tongue-fucking her.
She knew he was watching his finger penetrate her behind, knew he was enjoying the moaning pleasure she was getting.
In and out. In and out.
His cock completely filled her mouth, and his balls pressed on her face as he tenderly fingerfucked her anus.
Odette cried out, experiencing an orgasm she hadn’t expected. He slowly withdrew his finger from her quivering behind and wiped his wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, before he lifted his head and got up the rest of the way.
Her nerveless fingers let go of his rock-hard cock. It was slick and gleaming as he stood by the sofa, looking down at her.
“I didn’t know I could come that way,” she gasped.
“Happens,” he grinned.
Odette rolled back and forth, savoring the last waves of erotic sensation. “Never before. Not like that.”
“There’s more to come, Odette.”
She struggled to sit up. Her freed breasts bounced over the cami top, and the black lace bra was poking her. “I want to be naked.”
“How about almost? The stockings and the garters make me hot. Lose the stuff on top. But not those.”
“Bien. Help me, please.”
He bent over and unhooked the bra, removing it with the cami in a tangled, sweat-soaked mess of black. That joined the rest of the clothes on the floor . “Où est la salle de bain, s’il vous plait?”
She giggled at his guidebook French, and pointed.
“I’m coming back with hot towels,” he said as he headed that way. “One for you and one for me.”
Odette lay back again to rest as she heard the water running. A trace of fragrant steam wafted out, tickling her nose. And then she heard the sound of the bidet. She figured he was discreetly washing his asshole.