Page 20 of Wildest Desire

She bites her bottom lip. “Like this?” Her finger moves slowly down her neck and her chest before she stops and looks at me.

She’s waiting for me to tell her more. God, she hasn’t even touched herself properly and my cock is pounding. “Play with your left nipple.” Her hand moves beneath the collar of her dress, and I can see she’s not wearing a bra as she starts playing with her nipple. “Pinch it.” She does as I tell her, keeping her eyes on mine. “Remove your hand.” Just like that she does. She's turned on, and I can see she wants more. “Do you masturbate?”

“I do. Sometimes I use my vibrator,” she says then licks her lips. “Do you?”

I watch her for a moment. “Seems the last few days, I’ve had to.” I’m not going to lie about it. All I have thought about is her. How her skin would feel next to mine, or how her mouth would feel around my cock. I have been hard as fuck, and I need a release.

She goes to move. “Stop,” I tell her, and she does. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” Even I can hear the hunger in my tone, so I know she can hear it.

She looks at me for a moment. Is she fighting with herself? Is she going to play the game? I want to tease her, but I get the feeling she wants to tease me too.

Slowly, she lifts her dress and, God, I mean slowly. I take a deep breath when I see her red lace underwear. My heart beats faster by the second as I watch her move her panties to the side just enough to give me an unobstructed view of what's hidden.

“What would you be doing while I’m touching myself?” she asks, her other hand stopping at her thigh.

I watch her hand slide a little closer to its goal then pausing before moving again. “Trying very fucking hard not to fuck you.” I'm not lying either. It’s taking all the self-control I can muster to not jump off the couch and take her now.

“I was hoping you would be stroking yourself as you watch me,” she says, her finger circling her clit. Fuck. She bites her lip, her eyes on me, waiting for me to join her.

I undo my button and pull my zipper down, then pull my jeans and boxers down enough to let my hard cock bounce up and out. Her eyes travel down my body, and she licks her lips as I stroke myself slowly.

“Stop,” I tell her. “Come here.” She stops moving her hands but doesn’t move toward the couch. She knows I can’t ask her for sex, but nothing is preventing her from asking me for it. Nothing except her. Even I can see she isn't ready to break our deal just yet. “Come here,” I say a little louder.

She looks at her watch, then pushes herself off the shelves and walks over slowly. She stops in front of me and watches as I stroke my cock with one hand. I grab her right hand with the other and bring it to my lips. God, she smells fucking amazing. I put her fingers in my mouth and taste her. She tastes like heaven. Her moans cause me to pump harder on my cock.

I drop her hand. “Put them inside you,” I tell her, and without a second thought, she pushes her fingers inside. She needs this just as much as I do. I wonder when she last had sex. Hopefully long enough ago to make it easier to get her to cave.

Does it get any better than this? She's sitting across from me, on the chair with her legs open wide as she fucks herself, and she's sexy as hell. Moving from the couch, I kneel in front of her knees and get ready to prove myself. There's nothing that says I can’t provide her a little sexual release.

I know the second I touch her will be the beginning of the end for me. Her eyes are watching my hand on her thigh moving up slowly to the red lace material. I’m not sure what has come over me, but I rip it off her. I can’t stop myself, but I need to reign in some control. She wants me to try and fuck her so she can get out of this deal. I need to hear her to beg me for it.

Lexi takes in a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck,” I lick my lips as I watch her pump her fingers in and out of her pussy.

I take her hand away and bring her fingers to my lips and suck. I suck until her fingers are free of any of her juice.

“We should stop,” she whispers.

I look at her to see if she's serious or if she's playing me, but I can’t tell. “We should.”

I move closer to her, my tongue softly touching her clit. Her moan is all I need to hear for me to carry on. Taking my free hand, I put my finger on her entrance, but don’t put them in all the way. I know that if my fingers go in, I won’t stop. Fuck! Fuck! I need more. My tongue pushes harder against her clit. When she moans again, I lose focus on everything else around me.

I hear a knock at the door. FUCK!

“Ethan, I need to talk to you! Now!” Jackie shouts.

I look at Lexi smiling. She thinks she’s won this round, but she hasn’t; not even a little bit. I got a taste of her, and it’s only a matter of time before she finally breaks.

Zipping my trousers, I watch Lexi pick up her panties and throw them in the trash, then walk over to the jars and grab a handful of sweets. Shaking my head, I open the door, I see her also pick up the cake she brought with her too.

“Jackie, nice of you to call before you came over,” I say as I move to the side, letting her into the apartment.

“I tried to call you, but it kept going to voicemail. I called Lexi to let her know.”

I look over at Lexi still smiling at me. She knew this would happen. She knew we would get stopped, and that’s why she looked at her watch. Picking up the abandoned cake, she starts eating it. Where the fuck does she put it all?

“What’s up?” I follow her to the couch to join Lexi. Concentrating on Jackie’s conversation is hard when I know Lexi has no underwear on.

“You owe me a favor and I’m here to collect,” Jackie says, and Lexi’s smile seems to be getting bigger. What's going on? “I need Lexi for one client.” She puts her hand up to stop me arguing. “You took my best girl, and I allowed it, but now I need her for a client for the weekend.” Lexi reads the file Jackie has just handed her, and starts looking through it. I don’t know what she's playing at, because we both know she had this planned.

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