I walk carefully across the room and start to carefully squirm up on the foot of the bed, but Nash stops me. “Not there. Sit on the side facing me.”
“Okay,” I reply, going around and hopping up on the mattress that’s so high my feet dangle a few inches off the floor. “Is here good?”
“Not yet,” is his response. “Lie back and spread your legs”
“W-what?” I ask, since I must have misheard him.
Nash just gives me a nod of his head. “Go on. If you’re wearing panties, take them off first. You know what I want to see.”
“I do?” I say in confusion.
“The mouse cursor moved and gave you away,” Nash says. “Since both of my hands were busy at the time, I knew someone else was accessing my laptop.”
“Oh, that,” I remark to myself and accidently say it aloud, freezing in my spot on the bed.
“Yeah, that,” he grits out, his jaw tight. “Were you watching me too?”
“No,” I quickly answer. “At least, not that time.”
“But other times…” he trails off.
“I couldn’t see anything, just your face and arm.”
“So you knew what I was doing?”
“Yes,” I answer feebly.
“Now it’s only fair I get to watch you to make us even.”
“Why didn’t you say something before?” I ask.
When Nash’s hand reaches down to pop the button and unzip his jeans, I think I’m going to overheat and combust right here on the bed.
“Maybe I liked being watched,” he says as his hand disappears down the front of his open jeans. While I can’t see for sure, I assume he fists himself when his eyelids go heavy and his jaw tightens. “Or maybe I wasn’t as horny as I am right now. Either way, I’m ready for you to even this score.”
“Even the score by watching me…touch myself.”
“Get yourself off,” Nash corrects. “We’re not leaving until you come, so you better get busy if you want to make it to dinner.”
I don’t have to ask to know that he’s serious. And without a doubt, I’m certain that if I can climax thinking about Nash jerking off, then I can most likely do it while he’s watching me. Based on the back and forth movements of his forearm, he’s definitely chasing his own release, which is hot as hell.
Without further persuading needed, I reach under my dress and start tugging my red satin panties down my legs. When I toss them to the floor, Nash snatches them up with his left hand before they hit the carpet. He rubs the material between his thumb and finger with a grunt. Apparently, he likes the texture; because the next second, he’s whipping his cock out of his jeans and wrapping the satin around his shaft. That’s all it takes to get me dripping wet while my clit throbs relentlessly.
Even though I want this to happen more than anything, that doesn’t mean I can look Nash in the eye while doing something so…personal. Instead, I lay back on the bed with my heels propped up on the bed frame and then drag my palm leisurely up the inside of my thigh until I’m touching my smooth flesh. My fingertips start with a little rub of my clit, but apparently that’s not good enough for Nash.
“Let me see how wet you are,” he directs, wanting me to penetrate myself. So, I close my eyes and do it. After only a few, slow pumps of my fingers, I can hear how wet I am, so I know Nash can too. “That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself just like that,” he groans, tacking on the term of endearment that makes my core pulse even harder. The heel of my hand rubs my clit with each movement, so it doesn’t take long before my hips are bucking to get more pressure, growing closer and closer until I finally topple over the edge of ecstasy, riding the waves of pleasure that have never felt as good as they do with Nash watching.
Except he’s no longer just an observer. I feel his wet tongue swipe across my fingers and pussy before I even know he’s moved, causing my body to jackknife on the bed in surprise. My upper body pops up to see with my own eyes, unable to believe what’s happening. But sure enough, Nash is kneeling beside the bed with his face between my legs, his tongue invading me, eating me up like a starving man.
“Oh god!” I moan as my fingers grab onto the bedsheets to hold on because my body has a mind of its own, thrusting toward the source of pleasure with no shame. Nash’s big hands wrap around both of my thighs, squeezing them and holding them down while his mouth continues its fervent attack on my pussy until I’m trembling and coming on his tongue in wordless screams that seem to go on forever.
When the room eventually stops spinning and my senses return, Nash’s hands drop from my thighs. I can feel the vibration of his deep, throaty groans as he comes in his hand, or my panties, while his frantic tongue licks up every last drop from me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Nash says with a sigh of relief when his mouth slows and his lips press soft kisses on my pussy and work their way to my inner thigh while his palms stroke up and down the tops of my legs.
“Ah, yeah, me too. Thanks,” I agree as I stare up at the ceiling, my body still limp and relaxed while my brain races to try and catch up to what the hell just happened. Oh shit. Did I just thank him?
Before I can even hide my face in shame, Nash is back on his feet, standing between my legs while, unfortunately, zipping up his jeans without me getting to feel him inside of me. “You ready
