Tori swung her leg over his torso and straddled him. She glided her hands over his abs. She palmed his cock, giving it a tight squeeze as she continued to trace his thigh, over his compression bandage, then down to his prosthetic. She inspected the new hardware with her fingertips.
He sat back, watched, and let her explore. With anyone else, he’d be apprehensive with such a detailed inspection of his biggest flaw. He always hid it well from the other chicks. Tori explored all of him. His peg was just a part of him—part of who he was. She saw him as he truly was now.
“What does it look like?” Tori asked curiously. “I feel a pattern. Am I right?”
“It’s gunmetal grey, rugged, with a mesh etched into either side, and a designer cover that goes on top of the center piece that supports my leg.” He took her hand and glided it across it as he explained.
“It feels sleek. All robotic and sexy!” she purred.
His heart soared. “I figured you’d approve. You want it on or off?” With any other chick, that wouldn’t even be a question. It was always on.
“Keep it on.” She smirked. “You’ll need it for leverage when you pound me from behind.” She flashed a devilish grin.
“Damn, I think I just got harder.”
She climbed back on top of him and spread her legs, grabbed his throbbing cock, and slid onto him. She slowly ground her hips on his erection. He pulled her by the back of the neck. When she opened her mouth, he didn’t hold back. He pressed right in, circling his tongue over hers. No matter how many times he’d kissed her, he’d never get enough.
She pulled back, bit his bottom lip, then ran her fingers over the stubble of his beard. She lingered there for a bit.
“I love the way your beard feels.” Her fingers danced across his lips, and he kissed them gently.
She stroked his cheekbones, nose, and brows. She was learning a new way to see him, and he was enjoying her gentle touch. He closed his eyes and soaked it all in. There was such a sweet intimacy to the moment, and his heart swelled in his chest.
Tori leaned back, pushing her hands hard into his pecs, and thrust harder. He looked down at her plump clit, licked his thumb, and went in. He always started slow; he loved watching her as it would build. Her eyes closed as she bit her pouty bottom lip. She was getting there quickly, which was unusual when she had the booze in her. Her hips bucked underneath his grasp. She needed this, so he allowed her the quick release, knowing he had plenty more in store for her. She flung her head back and writhed in pleasure, screaming out his name.
“Who fucks you good, Tori?”
“Oh, Scott, you fuck me so good,” she moaned in pleasure. He rolled her over onto her back and lifted both her knees into the air, his rough hands rubbing her smooth thighs. His fingers traced the folds of her pussy, then moved down to her backside.
“What are you up for?”
“Always the gentleman, asking permission before you pound my ass.” She grinned playfully. “Go ahead. Fuck my tight, little ass. I know you want to.” She commanded. He pulled her thighs farther apart, exposing her soft skin in front of him. How did she keep it so smooth?
“Fuck me, Scott,” she pleaded with urgency as his hand drove deep into her folds. Damn. She was soaking wet.
He pulled out his finger, drenched with her juice, and prodded it in her ass, stretching it and getting it ready. He was always gentle with her, and he let her dictate how far to push. She mewed with pleasure. Once he slid his cock in, it felt so tight, it took everything he had to not come right then and there.
He started slow, working his dick in and out of her ass gently.
“Harder,” Tori whimpered. “I want the pain.” Her fists clawed the sheets as her back arched.
“God, do you have any idea what you do to me?” That filthy, little mouth of hers drove him wild.
Scott picked up the pace, and she gradually loosened.
“Oh God… Oh God!” she screamed. He grinned. Tori had always been ear-piercing, and he loved it.
Her cries sent him over the edge, and he spurted every last bit he had into her as the orgasm tore through his body. He rolled over onto the bed, their bodies intertwined, and melted into each other. She curled into his chest, and he ran his fingers through her tousled locks. The sex was everything he knew it would be, but this—her in his arms—was what he’d been longing for. He held her till she drifted off to sleep.
Tori reached to Scott’s side of the bed, finding only his vacated spot. She sat up, her hair falling in her face with the sheet wrapped loosely over her naked breasts. The room was eerily quiet.
“Scott?” she called out. Silence.
What time was it? She leaned over the nightstand and grabbed her phone, touching the screen. “Nine thirty-three” the robotic voice told her. Her finger double-tapped and unlocked her iPhone. “Messages - no messages.”
She sucked in a quick breath. In all their years of sleeping together, he’d never been one to sneak out, not even their first night together. Scott, unlike all the others, was always a gentleman. A lump formed in her throat. He always says goodbye…
There had to be a logical reason for his departure. She decided to get up, shower, check out of the hotel, and head home. She soaped her hair and sang loudly in the shower.
“I didn’t know you could sing,” Scott’s loud voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
Tori screamed and jolted, her heart pounding. “Holy shit. Scott, you scared the bejesus out of me!”
Scott roared in laughter, and a wave of relief washed over her that he’d returned. God, Tori, you have to stop being insecure. This is only sex.
“How long were you there?”
“Long enough to realize you sing damn well,” he said. “I went to get some coffee. Didn’t know I was coming back to a concert. I love me some Sia. Please, continue.”
“I wouldn’t have sung if I knew you were listening,” she huffed. “Thanks for the caffeine. I’ll be out in a jiffy.”
"No rush."
A faint clank of the toilet lid echoed in the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Stripping.”
Damn. Wish I could see that.
A few minutes later, the cold air hit her skin as he slid open the curtain. “Hey, naked lady. Mind if I join you?"
“Not one bit.” She turned, facing his voice. His bottom squeaked against the porcelain as he hoisted himself over the side of the tub. It sounded like a squeegee sliding along the wet rail. She reached for him, and he took her hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m right here.”
She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment but was thankful for his guidance. She traced her palms over his slippery, naked body. Wet Scott felt different, smoother, sleeker. Her seeing hands ran up him, telling her what her eyes couldn’t. She hoped her constant need for touch didn’t annoy him.
“Is it horrible that I like the fact you have to touch me more?” He read her mind.
She smiled sweetly. “Not any more horrible than me liking your prosthetic.” She leaned in closer and wrapped herself around him, pressing her naked, wet body against his.
His arm went rigid under her grasp as he steadied, gripping onto the shower rail for support. She held tighter to him, the intimacy of the moment threatening to overwhelm her.
She returned to his body, anchoring her thoughts on that. Her palms slid up the chiseled ridges of his muscular shoulders and back down to his bottom. She cupped her hands around his ass and dug her fingertips into his thighs where she could feel the wet hair.
She bent to her knees and stuck his cock in her mouth, sucking it as he swelled, stroking his legs down his stump. He tensed slightly but didn’t stop her. She wrapped her palm down the back of his knee, tracing his scar with her thumb.
You beautiful, wounded man. She knew firsthand the hell he went through to get his life back. If anyone could understand her, it was him, and that was oddly comforting.
“Your latte is going to get cold
.” He chuckled as her fingers traced across his scar.
How long could he support his large frame on one leg? Her mind flashed to him and the gorgeous Latino woman years ago in the shower. “I don't care.” She opened her mouth and took all of him in.
And she didn't.
Tori strummed her cane nervously as they waited for the elevator in Scott’s building. They’d decided to head to his place to drop off her belongings after checking out of the hotel.
“But he has a robot leg. Is he a robot?” The small voice chimed next to her.
Tori grinned, she’d been eavesdropping on the conversation between a little boy and his mom for the past few moments.
“Shhhh,” the mother said quietly to her son.
“My leg isn't a robot, but it’s carbon, which is stronger than a human bone,” Scott informed the kid.
God, he’s good with kids. Her heart fluttered a bit. Tori wasn’t even sure she wanted children, but something about how Scott behaved around them warmed her heart. He was such a kid under that tough façade.
“Can I touch it?” the boy asked.
“Sure, go for it.”
“Wow! It’s hard!” The little boy exclaimed. “Can you run with it?”
“I can't run too well on this one, but I have a special leg I use for running that’s a sleek blade. I just swap it out whenever I need to."
“Cool! What happened to it, mister?”
“Some bad guys tried to blow me up.”
“Woah…” the kid mulled that over for a minute.
“It’s ok. We got ‘em back.” Tori imagined that damn crooked smirk on Scott’s face.
“What about you, lady? Why do you have that long white stick?" The mother cleared her throat. She could almost hear the woman cringing at her son's boldness.
"Because I'm blind, which means my eyes don't work, and this helps me find my way around. If something’s in my way, it’ll let me know so I don’t bump into it." Tori swung it to the sound of his voice, tapping his shoe with a grin.
“Were you born like that?”
“Tobias!” The mother scolded. “That’s enough questions now.”
Tori didn’t want to freak the kid out. She opted for sarcasm for lack of anything else better to say. “Because I didn’t eat my vegetables growing up. Knew I should’ve eaten those carrots.” Tori’s mouth quirked up. “So, next time your mom says clean your plate, you better listen.” That one earned a chuckle from the mother.
A minute later, the elevator chimed. “After you two,” the mom uttered.
Tori went in first and shuffled toward the back corner.
“You can't see anything?” The kid’s voice trembled slightly.
“Nothing.” Tori shook her head. A moment of silence passed, and Tori heard the mom whisper to him to “stop doing that,” and the sound of lips hitting saliva against his tongue. "I do have superpower hearing, though, and I can tell you’re making a silly face.” Tori took a stab at what she thought he was doing. She did not have superpower hearing. She was just far more tuned to sounds now.
Scott’s arm shook next to hers as he tried to hold back a snicker, but a sputtering laugh couldn’t help but slip past his lips.
The elevator creaked open, and the mother shuffled out. "Have a good day,” the woman muttered on her escape.
“How in the hell did you know that?" Scott erupted in laughter.
“The mom was going into a panic telling him to stop, so I knew he was doing something crazy. The rest was a lucky guess.” Tori grinned smugly, not divulging her secret. “Kids are predictable. My niece and nephew were the same way, a little apprehensive at first until they saw Aunt Tori was still Aunt Tori. Then they were fine and started messing with me. Kids always react so honestly. I love it.”
“I think your housekeeper is here.” Tori puckered her lips and snickered a bit as Scott fished in his pocket for the keys to his door.
Now that she mentioned it, even he could hear the hum of the vacuum,
He laughed nervously, knowing exactly what her expression meant. He turned the key in the lock, and the noise grew louder as he opened the door. Apparently, they startled his housekeeper, Sonja, because she quickly turned off the vacuum and came around the corner.
“Oh, Mr. Harris, I had no idea you would be home…” Sonja trailed off for a moment and glanced at Tori with a frown. Well, this is awkward. Scott figured she’d be long gone by now.
“No worries, Sonja.” Scott tossed his keys on the kitchen counter. “Go ahead and finish. Miss Johnson is my guest.”
She continued with her vacuuming. He turned to Tori and started to speak, but the ringing of his phone cut him off.
He plugged his other ear with his finger as he answered. “Yes, this is Harris… Yes… Yes… Sure, I can be there. Let’s shoot for fourteen hundred hours. See you then.” He hung up.
“You have to go?” Tori shouted over the vacuum.
“Yes, meeting at two, but it shouldn’t be long. I want to take you to Georgetown tonight. I thought it would be fun to stroll around, maybe grab some food, listen to some music, hang out. Maybe take a nap and freshen up, then we can head out later?”
“Sounds good,” Tori said loudly. “Whatever the hell you said.” She grinned.
He looked over at Sonja vacuuming and motioned for her to shut it off.
“Sonja, I have to change clothes then run out to a meeting in a few moments. Please see to it that Miss Johnson is comfortable while I’m gone. Whatever she needs, you take care of, please.”
“Si, Tesoro,” Sonja replied.
Sonja returned to her duties as Scott grasped Tori by the hand and drug her into his bedroom.
Scott shut the door, and Tori’s mouth flung open. “Tesoro? Now, I’m not good with Italian, but I’m certain that means something sexy. Scott Harris, you’ve been a naughty boy!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied and grinned wickedly as he pulled off his T-shirt, knowing full well what she meant.
“So, how many times have you banged Sonja?” Tori asked in a low, devilish whisper. Scott sat on the bed and took off his shoes.
“Whhhaaaaat?” He snickered and stood, walked over to his closet, pulled out his suit, and lay it on the bed. He sat on the edge and put on his slacks.
“Come on, man whore. How many times?” Tori crossed her arms.
Scott let out a playful sigh as he stood and put on his dress shirt. “Maybe once or twice.” He buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his pants.
“Ooh, we should do her together!” Tori clapped. “How fun would that be? We haven’t done that since Amsterdam.”
Tori was out of her goddamn mind.
“Should I worry about leaving you here?” He draped his tie around his neck, then decided against it. He was hard-pressed to wear a tie unless specifically required to.
“I don’t know, should you?” Tori had that shit-eating grin plastered on her face that she would get right before she would do something wild. “She sounds pretty hot. Italian, right? I bet she has long dark hair and big tits.”
Scott cocked his head to the side. Tori was always toying with him. “That’s not what I meant.” Although Sonja wouldn’t object. “So, Georgetown tonight? Live music? Beer?”
“I love how you’re elusively changing the subject.” She strummed the handle of her cane with her fingertips. “What do you say? You, me, a sexy Italian housekeeper?”
Scott crossed his arms over his torso and stared at her, trying to decide how to answer. Even blind, she’s still playing her crazy, sexual games.
“The stare down from you doesn’t work on me anymore.” She picked up on his silence. “You can’t bore those dark eyes into my skull any longer. I’m impenetrable.” Tori lifted her chin.
“I’m going to be late.” He shook his head, walked over to her, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Seriously, you going to be ok?” He squeezed her hand.
“Please, Scott. I’m a big girl.” She sn
aked her arms around him. “I’ll find a way to entertain myself,” her voice dripped with sexual innuendo. She reached around, squeezed his ass, and ran her hands down his front, fondling his junk.
“Alright.” He let out a breath, swatting her away. He slipped on his jacket. “Make yourself at home, but not too at home.” He laughed.
“Not making any promises!” Tori shouted after him.
“Well, then good luck,” he hollered back as he walked out the door.
Scott reached into his pocket, adjusting himself from the slight erection he had thanks to Tori sticking the mental picture in his head of her and the housekeeper.
Damn her. And dammit, I left my phone.
Scott took the elevator back up and walked the long hallway to his apartment, his keys jingling in the lock as he opened it. All was quiet when he walked in. Well, that’s odd. The vacuum stood upright in the middle of the living room.
Scott continued, following a breadcrumb trail of clothing all the way to his bedroom. As he got near the door, his ears took in whispers and muffled giggles. No fuckin way she pulled that off. He opened the door, and there was Tori, nude except for a lacy thong, mounted on top of naked Sonja. Tori’s hands pawed at Sonja’s face as her lips were kissing the bronzed Italian woman.
Tori sat up to her knees and turned and faced the doorway. “Did you forget something, gorgeous?” Tori flashed a villainous grin, lifting the phone in the palm of her hand.
The damn, little thief pickpocketed his phone? How in the hell did she do that?
“Forgetful you, leaving your stuff behind.” Tori bit her lip. “Here you go.” She extended her arm toward him as Sonja chuckled underneath her.
Scott was speechless, his jaw practically on the floor, as he walked slowly over to the ladies and took the phone out of Tori’s hand.
“Cat got your tongue? Go on to work now.” Tori shewed him away. “I told you I’d find something to entertain myself. “
“You did tell me to give her whatever she wanted.” Sonja leaned up on her elbows. “Well, she this is what she wanted.” Sonja couldn't’ contain her laughter.
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