Watching Her (5 page)

“Yes,” I whispered harshly into his ear as I came
hard around his cock, milking him, my sex pulsing hard around him. He thrust
one more time and emptied deep into my womb with a harsh breath. He stayed
there for a minute, trying to compose himself. His chest heaved against me as
he tried to catch his breath.

He helped me stand up and then put his cock away
while I straightened my skirt. He cupped my face and kissed me softly. “Fuck,
baby, that was hot. You are fucking amazing.”

I kissed him softly. “You are pretty sexy yourself. And
yes, that was hot. Can we go home now please?”

He nodded and took my hand, running his thumb over
my knuckles. “Yes, time to go home. Then time for a shower. And then, I am
going to go down on you until you beg for mercy.”

I gasped and clenched my thighs together. This time
I dragged him out the door. I couldn’t wait to get home.

Chapter 7

When we got back to my place, Brett couldn’t keep
his hands off me. We headed to the shower, where he licked my pussy and
fingered my ass until I screamed with my orgasm. Afterward, we headed to the
bedroom. I definitely had experience with many different positions besides
missionary now.

Four orgasms and a second shower later, we were
sitting in my living room eating a pizza. We had worked up quite an appetite
tonight. He leaned back casually in his boxers while I sat with my feet tucked
under me, wearing his favorite faded Green Bay Packer t-shirt.

“Tonight was amazing, baby.” I smiled almost shyly
at him as I took a drink of my water.

He gave me a wicked grin. “Damn straight it was!”

I felt my cheeks get warm. “You enjoyed watching me
with that girl, didn’t you?”

“
Fuckin’A
I did. Hottest
thing I have ever seen.” He set his plate down. “Babe, remember that time that
I mentioned me watching you with another guy?”

I swallowed my pizza and nodded. “I do. Why?”

He pulled me close. “Well, I’ve been thinking about
it and watching you tonight makes me realize how much I want that. I love to
watch your pleasure. And I love to watch you come.”

I squeezed my thighs together at his words.
“Wouldn’t you get jealous?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve given it a lot
of thought. If I controlled the situation - picked someone for you and was
there, I don’t think I would. Would it bother you to have another man touch
you?”

I thought for a second. I wasn’t sure. He got me so
hot I hadn’t even thought about another man’s hands on me in months. “I don’t
know. If you were there with me, with someone you had picked for me, I don’t
think so.”

“Well, what if I told you that I knew someone
interested?”

I pulled away a little and looked at him. “What?”

“Remember when we ran into that buddy of mine a
couple of weeks ago? And we hung out for a bit? Sebastian?”

I moved away from him as I thought about it. I
remembered his long, jet black hair he kept tied back and his baby blue eyes
that looked at me as if he was undressing me with them. I had even mentioned to
Jillian that if I wasn’t taken, I would so hit that.

“Yes, I remember him,” I stammered, my cheeks warm.

“What? Did he hit on you?” He grabbed my arm.

I shook my head. “No, not at all. I just remember
him. And he’s hot,” I whispered with a smile.

He grinned back at me and pulled me onto his lap.
“I’m glad you think so.” He reached between my legs, exploring my damp folds. “Does
that mean you agree?”

I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down my neck
and he slid a finger inside me. “
Mmm
...Let me think
about it.”

He pulled my t-shirt off and drew one of my nipples
into his mouth. I ground myself on his finger as he sucked the tight flesh. He
pulled away from me, and I let out a moan of frustration.

“Ok, baby.” He moved his lips back up my neck. “Just
think about it.”

I gasped, and he slid another finger inside me. To
be honest, the thought of him watching me fuck his friend Sebastian turned me
on like crazy. I threaded his hair through my fingers. “Baby, please fuck me
again.”

He groaned and pulled down his boxers. He put his
hands on my hips and moved me so that he could impale me on his cock. “With
pleasure, baby.”

Chapter 8

Back at work Monday, I was elbow-deep in figures and
emails and reports, but all I could think about was Brett and his proposition. Did
I really want to sleep with his friend while he watched? I could feel my
panties dampen at the thought.

I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. Who was
this girl? What had Brett turned me into?

“Elizabeth, got a sec?” My boss stood in the
doorway. “Sure, Dave, what’s up?”

He sat in the chair in front of my desk and took a
sip of his coffee. “Well, as you know, we just acquired another company. So I
am going to need you to step it up and help out as we start the merger.”

Step it up? I already put in sixty hours a week for
this man. “Dave, I’m already pretty busy. I’m not sure I can take more on my
plate.”

“Well, we really need you to. There are going to be
a lot of changes coming up and we need everyone to be flexible.” Was he
threatening my job?

I put my pen down. “Unless you take away some of my
current responsibilities, I just don’t think I can handle more.” I was really
tired of him walking all over me.

He stood up with a sigh. “Ok, Elizabeth. We will
have to talk more later.”

He sauntered out of my office, and it took all I had
to not throw my pen at him. There was no way I was going to give into him this
time.

It was quitting time. Definitely time to get out of
here. I decided to check with Brett to see what he was up to.

Hey babe, what
ya
doin
’?

At the shop.
Should be done soon.

I suddenly had an idea. Brett had been harassing me
to let him tattoo me. Maybe I should let him.
Stay there. Be over in 20.

K, gorgeous.
See
ya
then.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

I loved to visit Brett at his tattoo shop. He was so
talented and proud of his shop. It was incredibly sexy to see him at work.

I parked my car in the back and slipped in the back
door. I found him sitting in his office. Standing in the doorway, I watched him
for a bit. He had a look of concentration on his face, and I couldn’t help but
smile. Sometimes I was totally amazed that this tattooed hunk of a man was
mine.

“Hey you,” I said, finally breaking the silence.

His face broke out into a huge grin when he saw me.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” I smiled. It never got old hearing him call me that. He
stood up immediately, coming to me, pulling me tight against him for a kiss. He
gripped my hips as he attacked me with his lips.

I was breathless as our kiss ended. “Wow. What a
greeting.”

He nuzzled my neck with his lips. “
Mmmm
...I missed you today.”

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, giving
better access to the sensitive spot on my neck. “And I missed you.”

He nibbled my neck for a minute, and I could feel my
nipples tighten beneath my bra. I pushed him away gently. If I didn’t tell him
why I was here now, I would chicken out and never get that tattoo. “Brett...stop
please.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He leaned in to kiss me again,
but I pulled my head back.

“Nothing is wrong, but, I didn’t come here to have
sex,” I smiled when I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Although it’s
tempting...but anyway.” I took a deep breath. “I came for a tattoo.”

Brett’s mouth opened a little in surprise. “For
real? You know I’ve been dying to get some ink on you.”

I nodded. “I know, and I didn’t want any. I’ve been
thinking, though.” I slipped from his arms and went over to sit on the couch in
the corner of his office. He followed me, sitting close. I laced my fingers
with his. “These past few months have been amazing. You have transformed my
life in so many ways. I feel as if I need some symbol of that, a permanent
one.”

“So tattooing ‘Brett’s’ above your pussy is out?” He
winked at me, a twinkle in his dark eyes.

I smacked him playfully. “I don’t need a tattoo
there to know it’s yours.”

“
Mmm
..
.
baby
,” he put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me
softly, “you’re all mine.”

I pressed my forehead to his. “All yours.”

A shiver went down my spine as we sat there silently
for a bit, Brett moving his hands softly up and down my arms.

He planted a kiss on the top on my head. “So what’re
we going to tattoo on you? And where?”

I pointed to my left hip. “Well, I was thinking
something small here. But I still wasn’t sure what.”

“A tattoo is kind of a big deal. It’s with you
forever. Why don’t you let me design you something?
 
I have a few ideas.”

I looked up at him. “You would do that for me?”

He smiled and pulled me close. “Of course I would do
that for you, gorgeous. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you when I
finally get you in that tattoo chair either.” I felt my sex clench, squeezing
my thighs together at his words.

I stood up. “Take me home and fuck me?”

He stood with a groan. “God, I love when you talk
like that. I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

I grinned and brushed the front of his jeans with my
hand, feeling his erection. I pressed up onto my tiptoes, my lips nearly
brushing his. “Then you better hurry up here. I’m leaving now. I may or may not
start without you.”

He growled and smacked my ass as I turned to walk to
the door. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I expect you naked and on my bed
when I get there.”

“Yes, sir! See you in a bit!” I called out as I
walked down the hallway. My panties were soaked and I didn’t know if I could
wait for Brett to get there before I had to get off. I smiled to myself as I
got into my car. Maybe I would have to put on a little show for him tonight.

Chapter 9

The week went by in a blur. We were lying together
Wednesday night after another marathon sex session when Brett reminded me of
our conversation the week before.  

“Have you thought anymore about what we talked about
the other night?” He ran his fingers through my thick, messy hair.

I stretched and yawned, snuggling into him. “About?”

He kissed my forehead. “Sebastian.”

My heart started to race. “Oh yeah.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, gorgeous.”

“That’s not it, babe. I’ve just been so busy, I
haven’t had time.” I kissed his chest. “And you don’t really leave much room
for me to even think about anyone else.”

“I know, I know.”

“But,” I leaned up on my elbow, looking at him,
“since you brought it up, yes, I will do it if you want.”

His eyes lit up. “Are you sure, gorgeous? I want you
to do it because you want to do it, not just because I want you to.”

I nodded furiously. “Yes, babe. I want to. I’ll do
it.”

He flipped me over in the bed, covering me with his
strong length. His cock pressed at the apex of my thighs. He brushed the hair
away from my face as he looked down at me. “Thank you.” He leaned down to kiss
me as he spread my legs with his knees.