Walk Of Shame(10)
She looks a bit surprised and not sure if she wants to take me up on the offer. That bothers me for some reason yet I don’t know why. “It’s fine. You don’t have to. I’ll just wait. You were already in here anyways.”
Releasing the doorframe, I take a step closer and slowly run my hands down her sides, tracing every curve through the thin material. Fuck, she feels so good. My hands stop amidst her hips and I squeeze, pulling her body to press against mine. My cock hardens against her stomach and she sucks in a deep breath, but doesn’t pull away. A part of her wants this and the more I look at her, the more I fucking want her; a distraction. Fucked up or not, I can’t deny that I need this distraction, addiction, necessity or whatever else you may want to call it. I’ve gotten used to the harsh judgments of my lifestyle.
“We can take a shower together.” I brush my lips over her neck and whisper, “I can dirty you with my body and then clean you with my tongue.”
She tilts her neck and allows me to run my tongue up it as if that’s the pass code to her arousal. She likes it. I can tell by her soft moans. “Have you thought about what my cock will feel like inside you?” I suck in her earlobe and bring my hands down to cup her ass. It’s the perfect fit. “I want to fuck you. I want you to know what it feels like to have me deep.” I lick my lips and breathe into her ear. “Inside you.”
Her chest pushes out as she takes a deep breath. “I don’t even know you.” She places her hands on my chest and backs away. “Plus, I don’t like you. Now, if you don’t mind. One of us has to take a shower first. You or me? Pick one.”
She presses her legs together and I can tell she’s trying to hide that I have her pussy aching for my touch. She’s wet and ready for me. I don’t have to check; I just know. That’s okay ‘cause my cock wants it just as much.
Enjoying watching her squirm, I smile and lean into the doorframe. “I’m going to take care of that for you.”
Her eyes watch mine as I look down at her black panties that are barely peeking out from under what I assume is one of Cale’s old shirts. For some reason, the thought of stripping her out of another man’s shirt turns me on; gives me a rush knowing I can.
She watches me intently, but doesn’t say a word as I grab the bottom of the T-shirt and slowly lift it over her head and toss it behind me. She’s standing there in just her thong and bra. Her breasts are plump and firm, squeezed into a tiny black bra to match her panties; her cleavage playing peek-a-boo. My cock instantly strains to break free from the material as I imagine dropping to my knees in front of her and devouring her fucking pussy; the perfect breakfast.
Running my hand up her tight little stomach, I press her up against the wall with my hand above her head. “Touch yourself for me.”
She’s hesitant at first, but nervously licks her lips as she slides her hand down the front of her panties, her eyes never leaving mine.
“That’s it. I bet it feels so fucking good.” I press into her with my body as I squeeze her hip. She takes her eyes away from mine, so I grab her chin and pull her face to meet mine. “Don’t turn away. Look at me while you touch yourself.” I lick my lips in satisfaction as she does what I say. “Does your pussy feel good, baby?”
She nods her head and places her bottom lip between her teeth as she starts moving her hand up and down.
“I bet. Now imagine it were my fingers fucking your tight little pussy and rubbing your swollen clit. So thick and firm, filling you up as I pleasure you.” Her hand quickens as she closes her eyes and moans. “That’s it. You like the thought of me pleasuring you, don’t you? Fuck yourself harder. I want to fucking hear your pussy wet for me.”
Her breathing picks up and she begins shaking as if she’s about to have an orgasm. She stops abruptly and opens her eyes, staring into mine. “What the hell am I doing?” Pulling her hand out of her panties, she places her hands against the wall behind her and looks down at my hard cock with longing. I can see the want in her eyes, but she’s fighting it for some reason. “I’m not doing this. This is beyond messed up.”
Grabbing her hand, I lift it and slowly suck her wet fingers into my mouth, tasting her. I suck her fingers clean while looking her directly in the eyes. Oh fuck. My cock just got harder. “Damn, baby. You taste so good. I can fucking taste your frustration and need. Why not let me ease that frustration; show you what it’s like to have me taste you, suck you, and fuck you.”
I smile against her fingers before placing my hand in the back of her hair and pulling her mouth towards mine. Just as I’m about to kiss her, she turns her head away and sidesteps around me. “Don’t call me baby and I shouldn’t have done that. Now get out so I can take a shower.”