he could eat me alive.
“Go ahead,” he said, and I heard his breath coming faster. Mine was, too. “I won’t touch you or do anything, I promise. I just want to see you.”
I opened for him, my knees up and falling to the side. He groaned, his hand moving rapidly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his face almost pained as he looked at me. “Will you pull up your shirt and let me see all of you?”
I swallowed, nodding, squirming under his gaze as I slipped my t-shirt off and undid the front hook on my bra, letting it fall open. I leaned back on my elbows now, completely nude.
He let out a slow breath through pursed lips, shaking his head. “Do you know how much I want you?”
I shook my head, blushing, feeling how much as he looked at me, seeing it in the red throbbing of the cock in his hand.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to keep doing this,” he murmured, pumping, that slick sound filling the room. “Mostly because you’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stop…”
I stared, my mouth a little open, my eyes half-closed, aching all over.
“But what I really want is to see you touch yourself,” he whispered, his eyes between my legs. “I want to see you come. Would you do that for me?”
I blushed, feeling a heat creeping over my cheeks and my chest, but I slipped my hand between my thighs. He nodded his encouragement, leaning against the door frame and groaning when I spread my lips open with my fingers, looking for my clit.
His reaction made me bolder and I used both hands, pulling my lips apart, showing him. He made a noise in his throat, his hand flying up and down his shaft now. I used my fingers to rub my clit, moaning a little as I circled it faster and faster. I was so excited now, I was dripping wet.
“Good girl,” he breathed, and I watched him, too, the sound of our labored breathing filling the room. He moved a little further into the doorway, his eyes burning between my thighs.
“Oh, Doc,” I moaned, using my palm to rub my nipple, making it hard, sending shivers through me. It felt so good I could barely breathe.
“Yes,” he murmured, taking a few more steps toward my bed, looking down at me. His hand was a blur over his shaft, but I could still see the red tip, wet with pre-cum.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, rocking my hips, arching, pulling at my nipples and twisting them as I played with my clit. “My pussy feels so good.”
He groaned, standing beside the bed now. I could have reached out and touched his cock, and I wanted to, but didn’t dare. I looked up at him and saw he was staring at my fingers, moving back and forth in my wetness, now, teasing my clit toward release.
“Doc, I’m close,” I whispered, feeling that sweet ache reaching a delicious peak, the hot friction of my fingers driving me upward fast. He nodded, squeezing the head of his cock again, and this time I could see it actually throbbing between his fingers, the tip leaking a clear, thick fluid.
“Come on,” he growled, and he started stroking again, aiming his cock toward where my fingers were massaging my pussy, fast and furious now. I was breathless and gasping, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me.
“Ohhhh now,” I moaned, closing my eyes, my whole body shuddering with hot, delicious spasms of pleasure. I felt the first spurt of his cum before I saw it, like fire across my belly. I gasped and moaned, looking down at the thick white rope of cum, like an arrow pointing its way toward my throbbing pussy.
I watched, still quivering, as he groaned and pumped his cock through his fist, shooting more hot fluid over my trembling belly. When he was spent, he leaned his hand against the wall, panting, resting his forehead on his arm.
“That felt so good,” I murmured, and he smiled when he looked at me, nodding. His eyes were still glazed and I wondered if I looked like that, too.
We both jumped at the sound of the door downstairs and Mrs. B’s voice calling up, “Doc?”
“Fuck,” he swore, hauling his jeans up and I heard Janie and Henry down there too, arguing about something.
He looked back at me from the doorway. “You really are beautiful.”
I sighed when he shut the door, looking down at the pool of cum accumulating in my navel. Smiling, I dipped a finger into it, bringing it to my mouth. It was a sharp taste, a little acrid, but I sucked it off my finger anyway, remembering how he looked as he came all over my tummy.
Chapter Seven
“Veronica, can I get your opinion about something?” Mrs. B poked her head around the door to find me curled up on my bed.
“Sure.” I put down my book. “What’s up?”
They were getting ready to go out, and Henry and Janie were already asleep. They’d obviously worn themselves out playing with the Holmes’ kids. Henry actually nodded off over his spaghetti, and Doc kept taking bets on whether or not his nose would end up in it. I won-I said he wouldn’t end up with his face in the plate- although a couple times, I thought for sure he was a goner. Doc paid up, though-five bucks.
“I need a girl’s eye.” Mrs. B motioned for me to follow her. “Doc’s no help with these things.”
I trailed after her into their room, a little hesitant, not knowing if Doc was up here. I heard the TV on downstairs, though, and I thought he was probably down there. Mrs. B had two dresses hung over the door and she was wearing a third, a long, brown, satin halter dress. She turned to take the other two dresses down and tossed them next to me on the bed.
“Ok, there’s this one.” She went over to the mirror and turned, first left, then right. “What do you think?”
I shrugged. “It seems a little formal. What kind of party is this?”
“This dress is a Nicole Miller,” she added, as if that might mean something to me. I found myself much more interested in who was in the dress than who’d designed it. “Oh, it’s a fancy kind of party. All the men in suits sort of thing.”
I watched her turn in the dress, the lush brown satin moving over her hips like it was part of her. She smoothed it like liquid over her belly and reached up to lift her breasts. Her hands on them gave me a start, even through the material, and I couldn’t help but remember her cupping and tweaking them, her hair falling back and brushing Doc’s chest as she rocked against his mouth. Her hands took the weight of them, lifting and pushing them together in the fabric as I watched, feeling that slow heat spreading through me.
She winked at me in the mirror. “Gonna need the push-up bra, no matter what we decide.”
“It’s beautiful.” I reached out to finger the material as she came to stand beside me to look at the other dresses. There was a long slit up the side and my fingers touched the softness of her thigh as I rubbed the satin. She gave me a warm smile, her eyes seeming to know something, and my breath caught and my belly clenched.
“Let’s try this one.” She pulled out a black silk dress, another halter with velvet trim. I watched as she untied the brown satin halter behind her neck, sliding the dress down her hips. Her breasts swayed as she stepped out of it, and the dress pulled her black panties down a little. She adjusted them, her fingers snapping the elastic, before she stepped into the black dress, pulling it up tight and holding the ties around her neck.
“What about this one?” She turned again so I could see. It shimmered on her body like it was made of liquid. “It’s a Vera Wang.”
“I love it,” I replied, not caring at all who Vera Wang was as I saw this one slit up to mid-thigh on both sides as she walked. “It really shows off your tan.”
She smiled, dropping the halter and coming toward me topless, working the dress down her hips. Her brown nipples were stiff, probably from cold, but she was so close I could see the skin pursed around them. I couldn’t help but remember Doc’s hands on them, her own hands on them, and then I found myself imagining my hands on them. What would they feel like, the weight of them, cupped in my palms? I looked down at the carpet, feeling a little
