He laughed. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she said, releasing his head and pushing her arms against her breasts, pushing them towards him as a hint.
The bastard ignored her.
“I want to feel how much you liked it,” he said. “Take your jeans off.”
“You do it,” she found her words.
He shook his head, standing back from her and folding his arms. “I can walk away right now, Keren. Go and have a shower and think about your tits while I’m in there. I’d rather fuck your pussy and come in that.”
“You’re crude,” she said. Crude, but his words were having the same effect on her as his mouth and hands had.
“Let me see you take the rest of your clothes off. Then I know you want this.”
She realised he was giving her a chance to argue her way out, a sharp exit. He was also handing her the power.
“I want to make you fall to your knees and beg,” she said, bending down to take off her shoes. She felt his eyes on her breasts and saw the bulge in his jeans. She stood up and pushed down her knickers and jeans, taking her time as the material slid over her stomach. She didn’t have abs like Rayah because she wasn’t goddamn Lara Croft, but she did bike and walk and swim, and most of the cake she ate went on her arse and her hips, keeping her breasts in proportion. Judging by the sharp inhalation from Scott, he liked what he saw too.
“Been thinking of what you looked like naked for way too long,” he said as she shucked off her jeans. “You have no idea how fucking lucky I feel right now.”
“If you’d have thought better of me thirteen years ago you wouldn’t have had to wait so long,” she said, stepping towards him. “You want to find out how wet I am? Then you’ll have to earn it.”
“Fuck,” he said.
“Not walking away to jerk off in the shower now are you?”
He shook his head.
She smiled. She’d made him speechless. Unfortunately, she couldn’t strip naked when they were having a row in front of their friends.
Firstly, she wanted to find out if what Marley had said was true. Then she’d decide what was next. She covered his crotch with her hand, finding him thick and hard and long through the material. Satisfied that she was potentially making a very big mistake but for a very big thing, she got to work undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans, sinking to her knees and kissing the tip of his dick.
He shifted, stopping her from taking him in her mouth, and toed off his shoes, kicking off the rest of his clothes.
Her ache was fierce. With other men, she’d need to come first before she was ready and given how long it had been, that would probably be a good idea now, but everything in her wanted him inside her cunt, filling her up and pounding at her.
Standing up, she went on tiptoes to kiss him. Again he took control and as soon as his hands were on her she turned to putty, needing him like she needed cake and wine and anything else that was bad for her but oh so good.
He steered them backwards to one of the long seats and sat down, his mouth not leaving hers, his hands on her arse, on her breasts tweaking her nipples.
“Key,” he said, bringing her to straddle him, his cock pressing against her clit. “I don’t have a condom down here. I can get up and use the machine in the bathrooms…”
“I’m covered.” Implant. She was set. “And I’m not about to give you anything but the best orgasm of your life.”
He groaned and she knew he was thinking about being inside her bare. The thought was appealing to her.
“You know I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said, his voice deep.
Then his hands fixed on her hips and almost lifted her. She took hold of his cock with one hand, the other braced on his shoulder and lowered herself down, realising they were acting out his fantasy.
The stretch was all she could focus on momentarily. The tight muscles braced and then relaxed. Scott’s mouth teased a nipple and created short sharp shocks of pleasure to her brain and she slowly sank down, a low moan elicited from her mouth and her legs felt as if they were going to buckle.
Then he guided her to move, slowly at first, letting her feel every last inch of him before speeding up her pace, bouncing her up and down on his cock and she let him have the control, sensing that he understood that she liked it like this.
“You’re fucking tits are amazing,” he said. “You shouldn’t be allowed to cover them up.”
“Public indecency,” was all she could utter, as she felt his hands gripping harder.
