See Me .(12)

Chapter Three

Abigail didn’t know whether to bite her tongue or choke on it. The only thing standing between her eyes and the pearly gates was a swatch of black cotton. By the smirk on his lips, the sly Mr. Drennan knew full well what was going through her mind. She was horny. Not the usual horny she got watching the male performers masturbate, but a heightened sense of not only his body but her own.

She shifted again in the chair. The heat in the room was stifling. Had Ron turned off the air-conditioning? Suddenly, the room was closing in, and she had nowhere to go. If she covered her eyes, Ron would only pull on her wrists. If she tried to run, she’d look like a lunatic, and Sean would turn down the contract.

“Can I sit down?” he asked.

She hadn’t realized how hard she’d been clenching her teeth until she heard the raspy sound of Sean’s voice. All she could do was nod. The slick skin covering his abdominal muscles barely wrinkled as he sat down. His body was so tight all over. Bulky shoulders melted into bunched biceps. She was used to her models having nice bodies, but this man was a machine. A fighter’s body.

“If you need any help, I can get you a magazine or a video.”

The rise of his dark brows made her uncomfortable. Hell, everything about the man made her skin want to vibrate off her bones. “No, I don’t think I’ll need anything.”

Could her cheeks get any redder, or her panties any wetter, for that matter? “Okay.”

The soft cotton of her bra felt like sandpaper against her hard nipples. The chair was not normally uncomfortable, but under the present circumstances, the only comfortable position would be flat on her back on her bed. And that simply wasn’t an option right now. Damn! Crossing her legs put too much pressure on her clit, and leaving them apart made her want to spread-eagle for him. Well, crap!

He lifted one hip, waited, and pushed the dark underwear down. Lifted the other narrow hip and tugged on that side. Holy cow! His big hands dragged the black material down his thighs and tossed it on the coffee table. The sexy muscles framing his waist flexed all the way down to the firm V above the dark thatch of hair surrounding the base of his cock.

The crotch of her panties went from wet to soaking in less than a second. She crossed her arms over her breasts just to feel the pressure against them. He peeked up from his slumped position. His ass was almost to the end of the sofa cushion, making him look more like a lazy jungle cat than a man. He was paler than the other performers. Most of the men hit the tanning bed now and then, but Sean was all creamy skin with a thin line of silky hair leading from his taut belly button to the naughty curls between his strong thighs.

Her core throbbed to sit on his lap, to take the long shaft, slip it between her bare pussy lips, and slide back and forth. She was shaved and liked that he wasn’t. The grooming habits of her private area really weren’t exciting news, at least not to anyone but herself. Keeping everything tidy down there made her self-play more sensitive. After this show, she was going to have to stay in bed all evening, eating up the batteries in her bedside drawer.

Ron leaned back in his chair, cool and calm. Why couldn’t she be more like him? The nerve endings in her skin popped and crackled. Sean closed his eyes, letting his hands roam the landscape of his well-worked physique. The flat planes of his nipples peaked with the erotic glide of his palms over his chest. Did he even realize how much he was torturing her?

She was amazed by how such a powerfully built man could have the touch of a butterfly. His hands skimmed down over the tight muscles lacing his abdomen. Each knuckle on his right hand was decorated with thin white scars. His hands looked huge as they wrapped around the middle of his thick cock. God, more than anything she wanted to slip the broad head past her lips, to feel the firm flesh rest on her hungry tongue. The thought surprised her, and not even her fear could pull her out of this drunken pleasure. She let her mind escape its prison to rub against the beautiful body reclined before her.

As Sean’s hand fisted the stiff length, she felt it. Her palms heated with the imagined feel of smooth skin ridged with thick veins. He was so hard the skin seemed to slip over the firm muscle beneath. She could feel it—everything. At least in her mind. It was always a fantasy. Without realizing it, Abigail parted her thighs.

The faster his fist pumped, the more firmly she pressed her arms against the sensitive nubs poking her shirt. He made no sound, and all she could think about was screaming out his name. The taste of metal tinged her mouth. She’d bitten the inside of her cheek to silence her want.

Sean’s hips rose as he rolled his head back. What was he thinking about? A hot blonde in a skimpy bikini? Two women rolling around in a huge bed together? He’d fallen into his own world, and one thing she did know for sure. She was no part of it.