Laid Bare
Page 37
In the end, he’d carried out a large bag of different items and was satisfied with the realization that he wasn’t a freak for liking what he liked.
Erin’s thighs trembled and her ni**les throbbed. She needed to come and badly. Todd had used that damned remote on her, ramping her up and then pulling back over and over all through dinner.
Ben knew what was going on, watched her, slowly drinking his beer and talking with Todd. It should have embarrassed her, but instead it turned her on. Ben was incredibly hot and she’d be lying if she denied some attraction. She wondered though too about the way Ben looked at Todd sometimes. Todd never seemed to notice or comment on it. Ben oozed sexuality in a way that sometimes seemed to catch Todd in his radar. It was hot, she had to admit it, and hello, how could people not look at Todd and think he was gorgeous and f**kable?
“I’ll be right back.” She stood. She was going down the hall to get a bit of relief, damn it.
Todd looked at her as she walked by, taking her wrist as he did. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Did he just tell her not to make herself come? Without specific instructions, she couldn’t really read it that way and so f**k that.
She smiled at him. “I can’t pee standing up.”
Ben laughed, and when he looked at her, she wondered just what Ben got up to when the doors were closed and the curtains were drawn.
Todd raised a brow and stood up, weaving an arm around her waist. Without a word, he walked with her back toward the bathroom just off his bedroom.
“You were going to finger that hot little cunt and make yourself come, weren’t you?” he asked once they’d gotten to his doorway. He’d left the door open and she examined his face. He knew Ben could hear. Heat flushed her face.
“Yes, I was. You can’t leave me this way! My ni**les are throbbing, my clit is hard, I’m so wet it’s on my . . .”
He dropped to his knees, shoving her skirt up. His breath was hot on her thighs, against the slickness there.
“Your cunt is so pretty this way,” he murmured, removing the harness holding the egg and the clitoral stimulator onto her body. The egg came out easily, and her inner muscles fluttered at the sensation. So good but not quite enough to come.
He licked his fingers and she groaned, leaning back against the wall next to his door.
“Hold your skirt up. I want to see all of you as I eat your pu**y.”
She swallowed at how much his words, how much what he did, turned her on.
“Widen your legs,” he said, his gaze gone dark, focused on her body. She obeyed, readily.
She looked down her body, watched that caramel-toned head move to her, and then she felt it, his thumbs pulling her labia apart, the cool air against hot flesh and then the slick of his tongue sliding through her, up and around her clit.
She choked out a strangled cry, her free hand seeking the softness of his hair, cradling his head to her.
Her head moved from side to side, her hair a breath over her face as he put his mouth on her and slid his fingers up into her gate. She’d already been on the verge, but the way he’d teased her over the last hour had built like a storm inside her until it exploded and her knees nearly buckled.
He surged up her body, his mouth finding hers as he kept her pinned to the wall. Her taste still coated his lips and she groaned, trying to get closer.
“Fuck me,” she said into his mouth.
“I will.” He stepped back, chest heaving. “But not now.”
“Why?” she nearly wailed.
He laughed. “Because it’s my job to make you come and you tried to do my job for me.” A shrug and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“This is like what? Punishment? Because you just licked my pu**y until I came. The only one hurting now is you.” She motioned toward his cock.
“You want my cock, don’t you? You’re hungry for it? You want me to pound you right here, right now, against the wall? With the door open so Ben can hear it?”
She swallowed again, not sure what to say.
“Tell me, Erin. I want you to tell me.” His eyes glittered and she wanted to fall to her knees to suck him off right then and there. She wanted to worship what he’d become, who he was to her. He held her desires in his hands.
“Yes.” She stepped closer to him and ran her palm up his chest, up his neck. “But I want you. Always you. I love you.” She needed him to know the last bit about Ben wasn’t anything that would displace him or even hold the slightest threat of that.
He kissed her again.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said against her mouth. “I want to f**k you where everyone can see it. I want every man and woman in the room to know how beautiful you are. To know you’re mine.”
He ripped open the front of his jeans, his hands shaking. Hell, her knees were still rubbery from orgasm and how intense he was. But when he pulled his beautiful c**k out, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“Christ. Hold on, honey, I’m gonna f**k you right here and right now.” He rolled a condom on quickly, leaving his jeans around his ankles. She tossed her leg up, wrapping it around his hip, opening herself up to him. “You’re so f**king wet.” He traced around her gate with the head of his cock, teasing with small thrusts and pulling out again until she whimpered.
“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
One flex of his hips and he shoved his c**k in deep, straight to his balls with a feral groan. “Pull your shirt up, I want to see those ni**les and the weights.”
Erin’s thighs trembled and her ni**les throbbed. She needed to come and badly. Todd had used that damned remote on her, ramping her up and then pulling back over and over all through dinner.
Ben knew what was going on, watched her, slowly drinking his beer and talking with Todd. It should have embarrassed her, but instead it turned her on. Ben was incredibly hot and she’d be lying if she denied some attraction. She wondered though too about the way Ben looked at Todd sometimes. Todd never seemed to notice or comment on it. Ben oozed sexuality in a way that sometimes seemed to catch Todd in his radar. It was hot, she had to admit it, and hello, how could people not look at Todd and think he was gorgeous and f**kable?
“I’ll be right back.” She stood. She was going down the hall to get a bit of relief, damn it.
Todd looked at her as she walked by, taking her wrist as he did. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Did he just tell her not to make herself come? Without specific instructions, she couldn’t really read it that way and so f**k that.
She smiled at him. “I can’t pee standing up.”
Ben laughed, and when he looked at her, she wondered just what Ben got up to when the doors were closed and the curtains were drawn.
Todd raised a brow and stood up, weaving an arm around her waist. Without a word, he walked with her back toward the bathroom just off his bedroom.
“You were going to finger that hot little cunt and make yourself come, weren’t you?” he asked once they’d gotten to his doorway. He’d left the door open and she examined his face. He knew Ben could hear. Heat flushed her face.
“Yes, I was. You can’t leave me this way! My ni**les are throbbing, my clit is hard, I’m so wet it’s on my . . .”
He dropped to his knees, shoving her skirt up. His breath was hot on her thighs, against the slickness there.
“Your cunt is so pretty this way,” he murmured, removing the harness holding the egg and the clitoral stimulator onto her body. The egg came out easily, and her inner muscles fluttered at the sensation. So good but not quite enough to come.
He licked his fingers and she groaned, leaning back against the wall next to his door.
“Hold your skirt up. I want to see all of you as I eat your pu**y.”
She swallowed at how much his words, how much what he did, turned her on.
“Widen your legs,” he said, his gaze gone dark, focused on her body. She obeyed, readily.
She looked down her body, watched that caramel-toned head move to her, and then she felt it, his thumbs pulling her labia apart, the cool air against hot flesh and then the slick of his tongue sliding through her, up and around her clit.
She choked out a strangled cry, her free hand seeking the softness of his hair, cradling his head to her.
Her head moved from side to side, her hair a breath over her face as he put his mouth on her and slid his fingers up into her gate. She’d already been on the verge, but the way he’d teased her over the last hour had built like a storm inside her until it exploded and her knees nearly buckled.
He surged up her body, his mouth finding hers as he kept her pinned to the wall. Her taste still coated his lips and she groaned, trying to get closer.
“Fuck me,” she said into his mouth.
“I will.” He stepped back, chest heaving. “But not now.”
“Why?” she nearly wailed.
He laughed. “Because it’s my job to make you come and you tried to do my job for me.” A shrug and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“This is like what? Punishment? Because you just licked my pu**y until I came. The only one hurting now is you.” She motioned toward his cock.
“You want my cock, don’t you? You’re hungry for it? You want me to pound you right here, right now, against the wall? With the door open so Ben can hear it?”
She swallowed again, not sure what to say.
“Tell me, Erin. I want you to tell me.” His eyes glittered and she wanted to fall to her knees to suck him off right then and there. She wanted to worship what he’d become, who he was to her. He held her desires in his hands.
“Yes.” She stepped closer to him and ran her palm up his chest, up his neck. “But I want you. Always you. I love you.” She needed him to know the last bit about Ben wasn’t anything that would displace him or even hold the slightest threat of that.
He kissed her again.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said against her mouth. “I want to f**k you where everyone can see it. I want every man and woman in the room to know how beautiful you are. To know you’re mine.”
He ripped open the front of his jeans, his hands shaking. Hell, her knees were still rubbery from orgasm and how intense he was. But when he pulled his beautiful c**k out, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“Christ. Hold on, honey, I’m gonna f**k you right here and right now.” He rolled a condom on quickly, leaving his jeans around his ankles. She tossed her leg up, wrapping it around his hip, opening herself up to him. “You’re so f**king wet.” He traced around her gate with the head of his cock, teasing with small thrusts and pulling out again until she whimpered.
“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
One flex of his hips and he shoved his c**k in deep, straight to his balls with a feral groan. “Pull your shirt up, I want to see those ni**les and the weights.”
