Page 7 of Screwed
“Morning,” he says, wiping his forehead with his shirt.
“Morning. Where were you so early?” I ask.
“Went for a run. I’m going to jump in the shower and maybe we can figure something out for breakfast when I’m done,” he says, going into his room.
Surprised at his pleasant demeanor, I simply nod and push the door closed a bit. I hear the shower turn on and slide my sweats off as I think of the water running down his muscular body. I imagine what it would be like to be in that shower and rub my hands all over him.
I can feel my panties getting wet just thinking about it and I know there is only one way to get through this day with him. Climbing onto the bed, I slip my panties off and drop them on the floor. Laying back, I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.
Picturing Shawn, I lightly run my hand down my body until I reach my wet pussy. I spread my legs and feel how wet I am. Letting out a soft moan, I start rubbing myself, imagining it’s his rough hand. My body is so wound up and responsive to my touch and I know it’s not going to take much. Rubbing my clit, I bite down on my lip to hold in the moan I want to let out. Going faster, I picture Shawn between my legs, using his tongue to push me over the edge.
“Need some help?”
I snap my eyes open and scream when I see Shawn leaning against my door jam. “Get the fuck out,” I yell, pulling the covers over me to cover up. I’ve never in my life been more humiliated than I am in this moment.
He doesn’t get out though, he walks into my room and looks down at me. “You wanted me to see.”
“No, I didn’t. Now get out,” I yell, holding tightly to the covers.
“Yes, you did. If you didn’t want me to see, you would have closed and locked your door. But you didn’t, you left it open just enough so I could see what you were doing,” he says in that seductive voice.
“Please get out, Shawn,” I plead, because suddenly I’m not quite as embarrassed and getting turned on by the way he’s looking at me.
“Were you thinking about me Jana? Was it me touching that soft, wet pussy?” he asks, sitting down on my bed.
“Please go,” I whisper, losing the fight with his dirty talk.
“When a fantasy can happen, never deny it, Jana. Tell me what I was doing and I’ll do it. I’ll make you feel things you never thought you’d feel,” he whispers, pulling his shirt over his head and pulling the covers away from my body. “Tell me Jana, what was I doing?”
I don’t say anything. I’m not sure words can form right now, because this alone could make me orgasm.
He climbs behind me and pulls my back to rest on his chest. Feeling his hard cock against my bare ass causes me to rub gently against him.
“Mmm, good girl. Now talk to me. Is this what I was doing? Were my hands squeezing your tits?” he asks as his hands move slowly down my arms and he cups my tits in his hands, massaging them. “No, that wasn’t it. Was it this?” He moves his hands down and pushes my legs apart before rubbing my pussy.”
My head drops back, landing on his solid chest. “Oh God,” I moan out.
“Was this it Jana? Were my hands rubbing your wet pussy?” he questions low in my ear.
This is wrong, so fucking wrong. I know this shouldn’t be happening, his extremely talented hands should not be making me feels the things they are. Just as I open my mouth to protest, he pushes two fingers inside my aching pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan, arching my back.
Moving his fingers slowly in and out, he lightly bites my ear. “This pussy is so tight, sweetheart. I fucking like that.”
“Oh God,” I shout as he brings me closer to my release.
“Was this it, Jana? Were my fingers inside this tight, greedy pussy?”
His dirty mouth has me right there, I’m about to come all over his fingers. His solid chest behind me, muscular arms around me and heavy breathing in my ear, make it so much more. I feel it building, and begin to ride his fingers, but he suddenly pulls them out, causing me to groan with disappointment.
He turns my head so I’m looking at him and holy shit, the look of pure lust I see in his eyes is something I’ll never forget.
“Jana, my fantasy in this moment is to make your fantasy a reality. Thing is, if you don’t open your mouth and tell me what you were thinking, I can’t make it happen.” He rubs his thumb on my bottom lip and moves his face closer to mine. “I’m going to ask one more time before I walk out. Was it my fingers inside that tight pussy what you were fantasizing about?”
As if I have no control over my body, my mind, or my words, I lick my lips. “No,” I breathe out.
He studies my face for a minute before a slow grin appears. “It wasn’t my hands at all was it? It was my mouth on that sweet pussy, wasn’t it?”
