My hands move to my belt, pulling the tails free from the buckle, then I pop the button on my jeans and lower the zipper.
Isabelle’s eyes stay fixed to the spot, her chest heaving as I reach into my briefs and pull out my hard, straining dick. The way her eyes widen as they take in the five barbells decorating the underside of my cock has me feeling smug as fuck.
She gasps. “So you do have more.”
“What was that?” I ask as I ease my hand up and down my length with relaxed ease, when in reality my heart is thrashing.
She shakes her head, eyes still focused on where I’m touching myself. “Nothing.”
I don’t know what she remembers about Royal Harbour, but I remember everything.
“Are you joining me? Or are you just going to watch?” I ask.
She bites her lip, her thighs rubbing together, and the move has my hand squeezing tighter.
“What should I do?”
“Lean back, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”
Leaning onto her hands, she drags her body further back on the daybed so she can rest against the wall. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, her feet still wearing her heels as they come to rest against the cushion, splaying herself open for me.
I continue jerking myself slowly as she hooks her fingers in the side of her underwear and pulls the fabric back.
“Fuck.”How am I meant to sit here and not touch her when she offers me the most perfect pussy? I want my hands and mouth all over her. I want to sink my cock so deep inside her, feel the warm walls of her pussy choking me. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
One hand keeps her underwear pulled aside as the other touches her nipples, gently twisting and pinching, before moving down her ribs and stomach. I keep my grip firm, running my fingers over every barbell as my eyes shift between her face and her hand.
When she reaches her clit, she gasps but keeps her hand there. Using two fingers, she rubs slow, steady circles. Her eyes flutter closed.
“Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”
They fly open, the blue burning bright with lust. The pale skin of her chest turns pink as it rises and falls, and we continue to stare at each other.
I pin my lip under my teeth as my hand starts to pick up speed. I’ve had a fair amount of hand jobs, given myself most of them, but it’s never felt like this. I don’t think I’ve had sex that felt as good as what my own hand does when I’m watching Isabelle touch herself.
My gaze continues to move between her face and hand when she whimpers and starts working harder and faster over her clit.
“Is that what gets you off when you’re by yourself?” I ask her, my words raw as they pass through gritted teeth.
She shakes her head. “It never feels this good,” she pants.
“Bet I could make you feel even better.”
Her head drops back against the wall as she moans. My thighs flex and my spine tingles. I love hearing the sounds she makes. I move my hand a little faster, holding myself firmer.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Isabelle?”
Her eyes widen, fingers hesitating. “You knew it was me?”
“Of course,” I rasp, but don’t stop moving my hand. She looks back down at where I’m working myself over, then starts massaging her clit again.
“Tell me why you came here tonight.”
She licks her lip, and I groan as my eyes roll back. “I heard you’ve been known to come here.”
Who the fuck from?
“So you were looking for me?” I ask instead, my chest feeling tight as I pant, waiting for her answer.
