Page 35 of Service Included

She looked past his shoulder. Anyone on the porch would be able to see Nico’s bare back, her arms and shoulders, her breasts so obviously mid-suckle.

Maybe Tyler would return. She imagined the younger man leaning against the wall and watching while Nico worshipped her breasts. Would Nico turn her so that the other man could see more? The two of them, and her. Her mind stuttered on the image, wanting and not wanting. Nico bent low enough to circle her navel with his tongue, and the air that wafted across her wet, exposed nipples didn’t cool her. Not at all.

Part of her wanted to be seen. That part scared her as much as it intrigued her, because this man could so easily unearth needs that she herself barely recognized. Needs that she barely understood.

Not far away, a car rumbled past in the street. Her gaze flew back to the glass in the door, the porch, and the walk leading to the house. All was quiet, all was empty, but the mail hadn’t come. Whether that meant the carrier could arrive momentarily or her mother had discontinued service, she didn’t know. She shivered.

“Don’t,” Nico said. He stood, giving her a semblance of cover, although from her higher step, she could still see the window.

Her fingers tightened on his upper arms. His skin, so hot, so tight across his muscles. She wanted to be crushed by him. Crushed into mindlessness. “What?”

“I want you to be comfortable. Let’s go up.” His hands stroked along her ribs and down again, soothing.

The main event when he would fill her and screw her, that was her goal, but…her feet stayed firmly fixed to the stair. She liked being a step higher than him. And she liked the possibility of being caught here, with him. It all reminded her of those stories.

“No, let’s stay.” She lifted her chin in the direction of the front door. She held back the direction to carry on, although it was a near thing.

“You sure?” His eyebrows built vertical lines over the bridge of his nose, and she remembered she was supposed to be talking to him, keeping him outside of his own head.

“Maybe you need to do what I say.” That was good, even if her voice sounded like a smoker’s rasp.

He dropped his hands to the button at his fly, letting the weight of his hands pull his jeans lower. “What would that be?”

Now she was well and truly on the spot. “Take off your jeans.”

Giving him an order and then watching his eyelids drop and his chest expand as her command penetrated was a powerful aphrodisiac. “Take them off right here.”

When he pulled his hand from his pocket, he held out a dangling three-pack of condoms. “Hold these, please.”

From then, he seemed to do every motion at half speed, focusing her attention while simultaneously making her brain frantically urge him to go faster. She wanted him to yank at the fastener. Rip at the zipper. Shove the denim past his hips. Make it happen faster, not this slow dance. The only thing that felt immediate was the serrated edge of the condom packaging that crinkled against the ball of her thumb.

Through his opened fly, she saw the elongated shape tease from under his boxer briefs. Her mouth filled with saliva and heat flared in her stomach, a flame that urged her to see and feel and taste that elusive anatomy.

“Just the jeans?”

“All of it.” The words whipped out.

He pushed his pants and briefs past his hips and knees, leaning forward to remove them from each foot and giving her a view of the beautiful ridge of his spine leading to paler curves, his buttocks, tight enough that the dents at the sides flexed when he kicked his clothes into a heap. He straightened. Nude, he was gloriously sculpture-worthy. His penis stood out from an abundance of dark hair at its base, and his thighs flexed as he shifted his balance. The inverted triangle created by his shoulders and chest narrowing to his hips was exaggerated by her perspective on a higher step.

“Feel more comfortable?” he asked, while his hand wrapped loosely around his shaft. Perhaps the gliding motion of his hand was without volition, but the way his pupils expanded and his nostrils widened told her that he liked having her watch.

Mute again, she nodded. She was only one step up, so it couldn’t be the height that made her feel she was at risk of falling into him, landing with her breasts and nipples smashed into his chest, getting impaled on the swollen tip of his spearhead. The imagination fever left her so weakened that she reached for the wall.

His free hand pressed next to hers. “Tell me what you want next.” His voice wrapped around her skin. “Do you want to watch me?” His other hand was moving slowly, not the frantic pounding described in the magazine stories, but a mesmerizingly steady rhythm that stretched her own needs in tandem with the dark flush of the head popping over the top of his squeezing fist. “Do you want to tell me to come?”

An image flashed of him erupting, ropes of cum leaving his body, his lean and muscled torso tightened in that exquisite moment, all at her command. And then he would kneel at her feet and…oh fuck.The condoms crinkled in her fist, tethering her. “Here?”

“Why not?” His elbow began to piston. “Right here. You can watch.” The speed of his fist jolted his body. “Or upstairs?” The drops of liquid she saw on the tip of his cock called to her, drawing matching preparation from her body. “Your call.”

She wanted to do more than watch. She was ready to be fucked and pounded, simple and hard. “Up.”

“Then lead.”

Atalanta at the races with a suitor on her heels couldn’t have dashed more fleetly.

Megan’s room was empty except for the bare mattress, a pale blue rectangle resting on its box springs, and the magazine she’d been reading. She turned to see Nico, as naked as akourosstatue,paused behind her. Unlike classical nudes, his cock was huge, as huge as the ones she’d been reading about all day. It bobbed parallel to the ground, locked in a battle between biology and gravity that left him pointing straight at her. On the stairs, she’d been above him, where perspective and distance had blurred how meaty he would be when they were at the same level. Appreciating that she was finally about to have that gorgeous thick man-part inside her made her want to hold her breath.

Without knowing how it happened, they were both horizontal, legs tangled, and her chest smashed half underneath his. She pressed against his sun-kissed skin while he cupped her breast, creating an instant need that gave her the strength to grab his hips and pull until his pelvis nudged her cradle. Whether it was the day-long buildup, the magazine stories, or the way he’d sought her agreement, none of the awkwardness of first sexstuttered through her. His ass felt like a rock, if a rock could be warm and accept the dent of her fingers. She wiggled to try to get his cock rubbing against the crotch of her shorts. That barrier had to come off, fast.

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