“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”
Her honesty makes me tingle.
“This is just the beginning…” I strengthen our grip on my dick and slightly increase the tempo. “Rub your thumb over the tip. Mmm. Just like that.”
“It’s so big, Jason.” Bree’s words are breathy and packed with awe.
“Is that a concern?”
“No.” Her eyebrows lift with her surprise. “I’m very curious to find out how it’ll all fit.”
Damn, this woman. My head falls back because her words and our hands are close to achieving her goal. Who knew hand jobs could be so sexy? I feel the familiar tingles shooting through my body as my dick swells in preparation for release. I have another warning for her first.
“I will not be fucking you soon.” Her pout is the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. “I will, however, make sure you’re just as hot and wet as you are now every day until I take you. I want you soaked with anticipation. Don’t even think about touching yourself while you wait.”
I pluck a nipple with my free hand eliciting simultaneous moans because I’m too damn close.
“What’s your plan, sweetheart. I’m about to cum.” Bree keeps going as if I didn’t speak. “Are you trying to get the Lewinsky special?”
She smirks but her hooded eyes do not move from our entwined hands around my cock.
“I think I got it, now,” she assures me.
I like having my hand wrapped around hers, but I’m curious to see if she really did learn how to touch me. I let go and pull her into another kiss savoring her full lips. Her hand resumes its task and pulls a moan out of me. Shedidlearn. Leaning back, I opt to toy with her nipples. I want to see her face when I cum because…
“Mmm!” I grunt as my release rocks through my body.
A few drops land on my stomach while the rest coats Bree’s hand. She lifts her hand and studies it, while gravity pulls the warm liquid downward. Rubbing her fingers, she tests the consistency as if she’s never seen semen before.
Her warm, brown eyes lock with mine right before she licks her hand.
5
Bree
Idon’t know what I was thinking the other night, but the way Jason looks at me, accompanied by his dirty mouth, and beautiful, dick kills all my rationality. Part of me understands the sullen expressions I’ve seen on the women he’s sent packing. He’s beautiful when he cums. The memory of our time in his office has replayed in my head on repeat: his slightly full lips parted as his eyelids shield his hazel eyes all while his defined chest heaves, and his spectacular abdominal muscles contract. And, his dick… It’s something I’d love to see again and since we have yet to have sex, I’m damn near giddy at the prospect of seeing it soon.
After I’d told him he could keep the Sunday game tickets I’d shown him that morning, I’m glad to give up a fourth set for the show; although, I’d presented them as freebies to allow him to check out the seats. It was worth it when he’d showed up Sunday, looking far sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen in a football jersey. He’d blitz attacked me, by picking me up, pressing me against the door, and kissing my socks off, before looking me in the eyes to tell me all the dirty things he planned to do to my pussy. He returned me to my feet and kissed me again deeper and dirtier. He teased my braless nipples through the thin cotton of my camisole as he kissed me just in case I wasn’t wet enough—his words.
I sighed when Mayhem appeared in a similar jersey, looking as huge as ever. Jason took away his lips and hands, chest bumped Mayhem, then rode off into the sunset. I’d gotten a picture text of them grinning like idiots from their seats. I save it to my phone since both of them are damn sexy, and it would be a crime to lose that picture.
Now, it’s Wednesday and Jason has successfully kept his promise to get me hot and bothered every day. I push a cherry tomato around on my plate as I try to imagine what he has in store for me next.
“Helloooooo la la la!” Chloe projects while snapping her fingers in my face. “What the hell kind of lunch are we having? I know! It’s a let’s-eat-in-silence-while-Bree-fantasizes-about-Jason luncheon.”
I roll my eyes at my flawless friend. Chloe never has a hair out of place when she’s in public. Today, it’s swept into a high ponytail that still falls down her back. She has hairstyles and weaves for every occasion. Her designer shades glisten on her head as she takes another bite of her salmon. Chloe has a big presence that commands everyone’s attention when she enters the room. Combine her personality with her model height, perfect deep brown skin, and striking looks, it’s no secret how people mistake her for just being a rich man’s trophy wife. I often compare her to Naomi Campbell.
“It was more of a memory than a fantasy,” I correct because I’m wired that way.
“You couldn’t possibly have that much to memorize. I thought the sex hadn’t happened yet.”
“It hasn’t, but he’s a big sexy force of nature.”
“No, pictures?”
“A picture is not the same.”
“Liv, darling. Check please,” Chloe calls out to her favorite server. I look down at our half-eaten plates. “And to-go boxes!”
