I cock my head to the side. A little too late to be appropriate. “My thoughts exactly.”
She frowns and walks in circles. “This could hurt our professional relationship.”
“You didn’t think about that earlier, did you?” I demand.
A small bob slides down her throat. She must know there’s no going back. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. No negotiation.” I adjust the chair so I’m sitting a few feet from the bed. I’ll get a good show when she climbs on it and gives me what I want.
“I guess if that’ll make you leave faster,” she says, climbing onto her bed. She scoots to the middle and pulls the sheet over her, but I shake my head.
“I want to see you touching your cunt.”
She blushes, even as she gives me a mean look. I don’t care. She reaches into her nightstand and pulls out the vibrator she bought. Then she removes her underwear and sets it aside. I shuffle in the chair, uncomfortable.
My cock moves. I never came in the shower. I meant to, but I got distracted when Lucia left in a hurry. The frustration stings my balls and unsettles my bloodstream.
I’m tightly wound, and now is not the time for delays.
She parts her legs and inserts the vibrator in her sex. I see her parting her glistening pink flesh and the vibrator sinking into her tight pussy. Damn. I can’t see the rest of her—she’s not naked, a request I was well within my right to make.
I hear the buzzing sound from the device, and she works it, sliding it in and out of her.
Unable to stay still, I put my hand down my pants and whip out my cock. I’m already hard and touch myself, my eyes never leaving her body.
She moans, the sound so sexy and low it adds more to the pressure building in my core. Fuck. When her gaze collides with mine, and she sees me stroking my dick, I notice the way her breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t stop. Instead, she quickens her thrusts, working the vibrator, fucking herself deeper for me.
“Take off your shirt,” I demand, and to my surprise, she does so instantly, with one hand pulling the sleep shirt over her head.
From where I sit, I see her breasts—delicious medium size tits, the perfect size to fit in my hand or mouth.
She arches her back, filling herself with the vibrator, and the sensual image is etched in my brain. She’s so fucking sexy, and her confidence as she chases her pleasure… our ragged breaths are the only sounds in the room besides the naughty sound of her wet pussy taking in the vibrator and the soothing buzz.
She moans, and I can see she’s getting close. Hell, so am I.
It’s like we’re fucking, but not fucking. The built-up tension makes an intense sweep over me, and I stand, walk up to her, violently stroking my cock, fully aware I’m about to come. I barely reach the side of the bed next to her. She fucks herself faster, and her body jerks and trembles.
I stare at her, and she stares right back at me. Our eyes exchange messages, codes, secrets, and that does it for me—I point my cock at her tits and let myself go. I come hard, spraying my hot load on her, and she doesn’t waver, doesn’t move. Watching her like this, coated with my cum, unlocks a primal part of me.
I want to own her. I want to fuck her—but going any further tonight will land me in deeper trouble than I already am.
I’m still shaking when I shove my dick inside my pants again and step back, watching her as she lies on the bed, sweat glistening her body, cheeks blushing, and my cum dripping from her chest down her belly.
I use every ounce of determination as I turn and move toward the door. “Now we’re even,” I say as I twist the cold door handle, heaving in my palm.I hope I’m right.
7
Gia
I want to see you touching your cunt.
Those words have played like a fine-tuned violin in my mind for the past three days. We’ve avoided each other, well, me more than him. Dante doesn’t act like anything has changed. He has that ability.
I try maintaining the mask, but it’s a bit more complicated.
When he barged into my room and we touched ourselves within feet of each other… heat spilled into my stomach.
He saw me naked. I saw his dick.