“We could go.” He moved his wet finger to her ass. Pulling open her cheeks, he slathered her opening with her cream, needing in some inexplicable way to be inside her, to claim her, everywhere. “Or you could let me fuck your hot ass while he watches.”
“Oh Jesus.” Her whole body began shaking. Her tone and body language clearing indicated how much she wanted him to do that.
Making no attempt at discretion, Christian slapped her ass, and then dipped into her pussy for more cream. He rubbed it over his cock and positioned himself at her back entrance.
“Do you like being watched, Taylor?” When she didn’t answer, he continued, “Does it excite you to know that some guy over there is about to watch me fuck you like this?” Christian closed his eyes against the flood of heat gravitating south. He drew a breath, working to calm himself, not wanting to climax quite yet.
She gulped and quivered beneath him, totally lost in the moment. “I…”
His voice dropped an octave. “It’s okay, Taylor. It excites me too. He can watch me fuck you, watch me drive my cock deep into your ass, wishing it was him instead of me, but he can’t have you, because you’re mine.”
As Taylor shimmied her backside against him, he fed his cock into her tight ass, one inch at a time until she got used to his thickness. He loved how her body molded so perfectly around his.
“You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he murmured. “I’ll never last.”
Without warning, she removed one hand from the wall and slipped it between her legs to stroke herself. When she cried out in ecstasy, Christian nearly erupted on the spot. He stood there watching her, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Please, Christian. Ride me. I want to feel you come inside me.” There was a note of desperation in her voice.
The air around them grew heady with the scent of their lovemaking. Christian heard a zipper and then a rustling sound in the garden. Taylor’s body trembled in response. “Do you think he’s rubbing his cock as he watches me feed you my dick, baby?” he asked, fueling her fetish.
She nodded and angled her head to peer into the darkness. “I hope so,” she announced boldly. Christian followed the movement of her head. He surveyed the backyard, but could only make out the silhouette of a man in the shadows.
“I bet he’d love to get a hold of your sexy body.” His tone was low and husky. “I bet he’d love to taste your sweet cream.” With trembling hands, he ran his fingers over the lush curve of her ass, reveling in her silky softness.
He heard her swallow and suspected another orgasm was approaching. Determined to give her exactly what she wanted, he began pumping into her ass, slow and steady. Jesus, she felt so fucking good between his legs. Dizzy with need, he darted a quick glance into the garden and grinned at whoever was watching.
When Taylor squeezed her ass muscles all thoughts of the voyeur in the garden disappeared. He closed his eyes and focused on the need prowling through him. Taylor began slamming into him, hard and fast. As his orgasm approached, he clenched his jaw, tightened the hold he had on her and threw his head back.
“That’s it, Christian.” Impatience laced her voice. “Come inside me.”
A powerful climax tore through him when her ass squeezed his cock. Groaning, he gave himself over to his orgasm, his pulsing cock dousing the raging flames inside her.
“Oh, fuck.” Stilling his movements, he concentrated on the erotic points of pleasure.
He remained inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid. After he slipped from her sweet puckered opening, he discarded the condom and turned her around to face him. He adjusted her dress and gathered her into his arms. Breathing labored, he murmured into her ear, “Baby, you’re fucking incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She raced her hands through his mussed hair. “That was one hell of a game of one on one, Christian.” She paused and angled her head to peruse him. Voice teasing, she asked, “It’s Christian, right?”
Christian threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Yeah, baby, it’s Christian. The guy you picked up to help tamp down the flames.” He didn’t bother to tell her that there was no way she was getting out that door with anyone but him. He slipped his hand back under her dress and stroked her pussy, soothing her swollen labia.
Sighing in delight, she snaked her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his, relaxing into him. Her lips found his for a long, luxurious kiss. She inched back and breathed into his mouth. “When you said you were the man for the job, you weren’t kidding.”
The garden door opened and closed, gaining their attention. Alone once again, Taylor grinned. “I guess I should be going.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Going? Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You’re coming home with me.”
Something in her expression changed; emotions passed over her eyes. “I don’t really want to watch a movie and eat ice cream.”
He chuckled. “Neither do I, because I’m far from done with you, sweetheart. First I’m going to take a hot shower with you where I’m going to soap every inch of your body, then I want you in my bed with your legs spread wide open because I plan on making love to you all night long. There are so many things we haven’t done yet, so many things I’ve been dying to do to you.”
5
Less than a half an hour later, Christian pulled into his driveway and led her into his apartment. His hand captured hers and squeezed gently. That small gesture did the weirdest things to her insides. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes for a brief
