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Lucky wench.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered. Unbuttoning her shirt, she pulled out breasts way smaller than my own. Alex hadn’t lied when he said earlier that by sixteen, I was well in the throes of being well-endowed. It didn’t seem to stop there either.
“That’s right. Like that. Good, baby,” he praised her. His dirty, filthy words bounced off the walls of the small bathroom and echoed in my heart.
My own hands followed his command, voluntarily moving to my own breasts and massaging them.
“Stop,” he growled.
She did.
So did I.
I pressed my lips together to suppress the moan about to escape. My thighs were glued together and started rubbing quickly against each other to relieve the pressure.
His hand landed on her head. He wrapped her long blonde hair around his fist and took control.
“Suck it good, baby. Take it down that throat.” He made a particularly rough thrust. “Now swallow,” he demanded as he held her down, choking her. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. Snorting through her nose, tears leaked from her eyes, but they burned bright for him. For this lesson on how to deep throat him. How to pleasure him.
Damn her. I wasn’t a jealous person by nature, but at that moment, envy charged through me like a stampede of wild horses. Here, this lucky bitch had him in the palm of her hands. All that control with just her mouth and tongue. What I would’ve done to be in her position.
My chest rose and fell, faster and faster. One hand slipped down the taffeta of my dress and pressed between my thighs. Between the erotic image in front of me, the illicitness of my voyeurism, and the jealousy rushing through me, I was soaked.
Alex pulled out, stepped back and shifted her slightly. She shuffled on her knees to follow his lead and then he was back inside her mouth. This time, however, something must have alerted him to my presence.
His head snapped up; his eyes caught mine in the mirror. Shit, shit, shit. I wanted to fall back and hide, but his glittering green eyes impaled mine as his cock impaled the girl’s mouth beneath him.
“You want this?” he asked. Whether he was asking me or her or both of us, I had no idea.
The girl moaned around the crown of his shaft.
“Do. You. Want. This?” he ground out. “I’ll give it to you just the way you want it, sweetness,” he murmured directly to me through the mirror.
Entranced, I froze. He was clearly speaking to me while his cock was in another girl’s mouth. I was his little sister’s best friend, and this man already featured in every one of my fantasies, at least a few times a week. For years. My mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out.
His eyes dropped to my fingers. “Yes you do, you dirty girl.”
Caught.
I was so caught.
A flurry of shakes overtook my body as I stood there, finger moving frantically between my thighs. Eyes on my fingers, his lower jaw dropped open as he continued his steady thrusts, not breaking his rhythm. Not going faster, not going slower. In. Total. Control. Control of her. Control of me. Meanwhile, my body went into some kind of shock. Shudders racked my body. I was on the cusp of the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. It was baring down on me fast, but I didn’t dare let go.
With more self-restraint than I knew possible, I yanked my fingers away, whirled around, and flew down the hall. The words “dirty girl” taunted me as I fled the scene, running as if I’d witnessed a murder instead of the filthiest sexual act to date.
That was the moment Alex was referring to when he stated he didn’t do anything he didn’t want to do or stop doing something he wanted to do. Perhaps, whatever this was between us had started that night, when he taunted me with my own raging lust while thrusting into another girl’s mouth. It had been the hottest moment of my life and was a recurring fantasy from that day on. Only, my fantasies featured him taking my throat.
A silence descended upon us as I worked his muscles until they were supple in my hands. When my fingers slipped off his shoulders, his eyes snapped open. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when his cell phone rang. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the phone, checked caller ID and answered, “What?”
He listened for a moment before replying, “Hold on. I’ll be back.”
Muting his phone, he murmured in a tone oozing with regret, “I have to take this, Nina. Don’t for a moment think we’re done here. I expect your full cooperation on this. If you hear anything, if you’re in touch with her in any way, you contact me immediately. Now go. Nikki’s waiting downstairs to drive you back to the apartment.”
With that, he dismissed me. He stood, turning his back as he walked to the window and resumed his conversation. Reeling, I glared at his broad back. God, it was so easy for him to switch lanes, while I stood here, burning with unrequited lust. I bit back a sob of frustration and turned on my heel. Quietly crossing the long room, I darted one last desperate glance at the outline of his broad shoulders before slipping out of his office.
Next time, he wouldn’t get away from me so easily.
