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Sex in public spaces: if I weren’t a famous fucking quarterback who just appeared on the “Tonight Show” and cell phones didn’t exist…probably, yes.
I decided to lead with a tame version of my pervy side as I cupped her knees, my thumbs kneading into the flesh of her lower thigh. “I’m not filling out anything. How about we say if there’s something you want to try, well…most likely I will be game.” I twisted my neck, throwing my glance at the TV. “You want to watch porn…I’m in. If that gives you ideas, well, then we can explore.” I was impressed with how new to this I sounded. Bullshit, Jake.
With her chest puffing out, heaving forward, her mouth open like she was about to express something bold, she caught my attention, and my dick responded. Using my grip on her knees, I pried her legs open. Not only did she comply, she inched them even wider, creating the most inviting V, luring my gaze straight to that sweet honey spot. “So, how about your fantasies, darlin’? Anything you think about when your lipstick is down there doing its job, the one I miss doing when we're not together.” I fucking loved our phone sex, but it was like having an itch in the middle of your back and not being able to reach your hand around to scratch the hell out of it, so you had to rely on rubbing your back against something. It wasn’t quite the same.
Her head dropped, hair shrouding her face, as streaks of red crept up her neck—why the hell was this girl acting shy? I shook my head just as an idea popped into my brain, something I’d thought about because we’d been separated so much. My mind always went to her and that fucking lipstick. She’d slipped one night and said a friend, a client, had given it to her. Some goddamned guy had given her a lipstick vibrator as a parting gift. Actually, it was a brilliant gesture. I wondered if she thought of him when she got off and if that was why he had given it to her.
I jumped up, picked up her purse, and held it out as I returned from the bed. I watched her eyes grow wide as her jaw became rigid like she was preparing to lecture me to never touch her purse. I’d learned that lesson the hard way from my sisters. One time, I had dug something out of Jenae’s purse, and she’d screamed as she hit me with it in a swanky bar in downtown Houston. Not so fast, sweetheart, I thought. “Here,” I said, extending it to her. “Fish out the good lipstick. Now,” I directed, my tone stern.
Her eyebrows knitted together, syncing with her puzzled grimace. “What? How do you know…”
“I know you carry it in your purse. The other night, when we were talking on the phone, you said, ‘I need to find my purse, my lipstick is in there.’”
She rolled her eyes and fished it out.
“Watch the non-verbal shit, darlin’. Those could get you in trouble.”
“Oh really, mate?” she snickered.
“Really, but right now, I have a different agenda.” I snatched the lipstick from her hand, watching her lips open wide in protest. Bending forward, I put my fingers to her mouth. “Shhh.” Then, using my gruffest voice. “Get on all fours.”
I saw the corner of her mouth twitch as she started to shift.
“Naked,” I growled. “Get on all fours naked and stick that ass in the air. I’m going to see if this little toy can compete with me.”
Her chest heaved like she was trying to catch her breath. “Jake.”
“Do it,” I barked as I shucked my briefs and T-shirt.
I watched her chest rise and fall, her ribs stretching in and out with her quick breath, but she did it. She crawled to the middle of the bed, naked on all fours. I shifted onto the bed, removing the top before pushing the bottom of the plastic lipstick.
Hearing it buzz, she turned her head, her hair swimming over her back and shoulders, a gorgeous mess of dirty blond strands everywhere. “Jake?”
I answered by shimmying on my knees from behind her exposed ass, using my thigh to push her legs farther apart. Thrusting my pelvis forward so it was flush with her cheeks, my cock snuggled into the crack, throbbing against the split-open crevice of her sex—fuck…she was already dripping. Precum trickled from the tip of my dick. I was so ready, I just wanted to dive deep into that soppy heaven, but I had a plan. Dragging the vibrating lipstick up the side of her spine, I bent forward, wedging my hardness firmly into the crack of her ass, loving the gasp that flew from her mouth. I tickled the skin of her torso, wrapping one arm around her waist while I circled her nipples with vibration, then I skimmed it down her right arm to her hand. “Use it on yourself,” I said, making her take it, pulling a pillow underneath her chest to brace her.
“Like this?” she hushed.
“Yes, keep your ass in the air, brace yourself on your elbow, and go at it. I know you like getting yourself off in this position, pretending like you’re fucking me, don’t you?” I growled against her head. “Now,” I said, sitting back almost to my heels so I could watch.
She seemed tentative, but as the red vibrating tip found her glistening folds, she sighed, wiggling it around until it struck her swollen nub. “Ahhh,” hissed from her mouth, her cheek on the pillow.
Laying my hands on her fleshy bottom, my thumbs in her crack, millimeters from her rosebud, I brought my thumb to my mouth and spat on it. Then I used the soaked pad to circle her anal opening, one hand grabbing the flesh so I could see that ring open as my thumb massaged the pink sensitive flesh. My dick turned to stone, hearing her raspy sighs, seeing how fucking juicy the flesh between her legs looked, moisture coating her inner thighs. Her rosebud flexed from the stimulation. She was ready to explode. “Take it off your clit—right now. Just stroke your gorgeous lips. You can’t come until you tell me what you are imagining. What’s happening in your head when that vibrator is zinging between your legs?”
“You, Jaaaake,” she whimpered. “You…”
Smack! “Bullshit! Don’t say it’s me…tell me that dirty little fantasy that’s going on in your mind when you're bringing yourself off.” I grit out, pressing the tip of my thumb into her tight ring.
“Jake, oh my god,” she screeched, her glutes tightening.
“Shh. Don’t worry, that’s as far as I’m going.” I kept the pressure steady. “Relax,” I soothed. “Pretend I’m not here. Tell me what you’re using to get off. I want to know exactly what goes through that mind of yours. Then you can get what you want,” I coaxed. “It can be anything. Keep stroking those lips…and go,” I urged. Damn, I really wanted to hear what pranced through that mind of hers.
“Ohhh…” A low moan seeped from her mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I pushed my pelvis forward, my hands sliding down her legs. I took the vibrator from her. “Tell me while I work you. When I know you’re telling me the whole scene, you get to come…is that what you want, baby?” My voice was coarse from the lust spiking through me, every neuron on high alert.
She moved her other hand to her face, bracing on both elbows. “It’s you I picture…”
