Vanian wraps his arms around me, swaying back and forth slightly. “You told me one fantasy. Tell me another.”
“I can barely think straight.”
He runs his hand over my belly. “Come on, Bends. You can do it.”
“Bends?” I chuckle. “Fuck, I haven’t heard that since senior year.”
“I remembered it earlier today. It was the only way I could think to shorten your last name. You wouldn’t let anyone call you that except me.”
“Still true.”
“There are other things I could call you now. Sexy.” He kisses my neck. “Gorgeous.” He kisses my cheek. “Tempting.” His hand slides down to my cock, but he doesn’t touch it. He keeps his hand pressed flat just above it, creating the perfect tease. “Delicious.” His breath flutters over the back of my neck. “So many words to describe you.”
“You’re unbelievable. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that you’d be a sexy beast, and I was right, but I can’t believe it’s happening to me.”
“I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me too.”
“Now tell me the fantasy.”
The one that immediately pops into my head is the recurring one—lying on a table, waiting to be used. Watched. Helpless.
“It’s a party.” My voice is trembling. “There’s a lot of people there, and I’m spread out on a table. Waiting.”
“Mm, waiting for what?”
“Anyone. Someone. You,” I whisper bravely.
Vanian slides his hands down my thighs and back up, still avoiding my cock. “And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Use me.”
“In front of all these people? Scandalous.”
I nod, holding in a whimper.
“Do you want other people to use you too?”
“Not if you’re there.” I shiver, leaning into him. “I want to be fucked so hard I beg to come. I want all the people watching to know what a shameless, horny slut I am. I want them to see me like that.”
“Fuck,” Vanian whispers, nibbling my earlobe. “Are you on your knees or your back?”
“My back. You have my legs spread wide so everyone can see me. You put your fingers inside me first, stretching me out to get me ready for your cock. I could run if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.”
“Jesus, Bends.” Vanian rubs his hard cock against my ass. “Then I fuck you in front of all those people?”
“Yep. You don’t even care if I’m enjoying it because I’m just a hole. Just a place for you to get off.”
Finally, his hands glide down to touch my cock. I moan and jerk under his touch, leaning back and grinding my ass against him.
“You want my cock inside you, you greedy little slut?”
“Fuck,” I whisper, desperate for some friction. “Please. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Embarrassment over my confession flows through me for a moment, but it’s washed away by a wave of lust.
“Then I better make it good.” He pushes gently on my shoulder. “Bend over. Show me your pretty hole.”
