From behind Brea, Liz gestured dramatically to me, pointed to the seamstress, and mouthed,Get it.
I rolled my eyes.
The silence was uncomfortable after Liz left. Brea seemed like she was gearing herself up for something.
“We need to stop doing this,” she said, not looking at me.
“This what?” I countered. “We haven’t done anything.”
Brea looked down at her sewing, the needle flying as she refused to look at me.
“Brea,” I said, lightly touching her chin, tipping her head to me. “What did I do?”
“Nothing!” she exploded. “You’re nice and wonderful! You did nothing!” Then she shut her mouth.
I wanted to kiss her and feel her melt against me, but the way she was weaving that needle almost automatically, she could probably take my eye out without even thinking.
“And you’re cute and sexy and unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” I told her. “Besides, it’s just sex. It’s not like we’re planning a wedding.” That earned me a small smile. “Well,” I amended, “not our own wedding. It’s just something fun. No commitment.” Why was I being so weird about this? It was unlike me to beg. But I didn’t want to lose Brea without a fight.
It’s just because you’re horny, I assured myself.That’s the only rational explanation for this behavior.
“You’re clearly stressed,” I told her as she continued to sew. “I could help with that.”
She bit her lip. “I don’t think so. Besides, I have to plan the bachelorette party, and vibrators are buy five, get one free so I think I’m good.”
“You can’t honestly think,” I purred, “that whatever you buy online is comparable to the real thing?”
Brea finished her stitch and tied off the thread. “Is this some sort of blatant offer?” she asked.
“Hardly,” I countered. “I have a meeting after this. And I don’t do quick the first time around. I’m offering a bit of an appetizer.” I got up and went to stand behind her. Our reflections were faint in the window opposite the table. “You can decide if you want to invest in the full experience after.”
“I doubt it will be that impressive,” Brea said, but she didn’t sound convinced.
I slowly took the fabric from her and set it on the table. Then I kissed from her neck to her jaw to her mouth as my hands caressed her. I unbuttoned her top, pulling her breasts out, rubbing her tits, teasing her nipples. They were hard under my fingers. I reached down to pull up her skirt as I kissed her deeply. She moaned against my mouth as I pressed my fingers against her wet panties. She spread her legs for me; she clearly wanted me. I rubbed her through the panties, satisfied when she whimpered. Then I stopped. Brea made an annoyed noise.
“You can’t honestly tell me that you want to kick me to the curb after a reaction like that,” I whispered in her ear.
26
Brea
Ishouldn’t be doing this. I should kick him to the curb, draw my line.Sure, I was already topless and in my panties in front of him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t stop now.
I just needed to convince him of that, I supposed. That devious grin on his face as he looked over me, enjoying the bareness of my body.
“Look, we shouldn’t...”
He offered a strong counterargument as he rubbed me through the fabric of my panties and sent another roar of bliss through me, making me call out with joy. How could he be so good at this?
Mark then started to rain kisses down my naked body, goose bumps forming everywhere his lips touched. He moved to my neck and my chest, suckling on my tits, which prickled wonderfully from his lips’ touch. The tingly shocks inched through my body. The hand not on my clit circled my nipples and perked me up so much. Then he slid farther down my body, going across my abdomen with his lips, before coming to rest between my legs.
His eyes stayed trained on mine, watching how I reacted to everything he did. He damn well knew how uncomfortable it was making me, and it seemed to inspire him more than anything else.
Mark’s tongue slithered around the fabric of my panties, tickling my heat even more as he pushed himself to explore what I had beneath. I lay there, baffled at what I should do. I still thought I should stop him, but everything he did was so damn good.
He grabbed the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, disrobing me of the final shreds of my modesty. He wasted little time in diving back between my legs and seizing right onto my pussy. The feeling built on the intensity of what he had done so far, and now there was no cotton in the way to dampen the effect of what he was doing to me.
He suckled my clit, and I shot straight up with a loud cry. His hands continued to massage and explore my body, pinching my nipple, grabbing my hips, driving me wild.
