Page 81 of The Company

I tip my chin up so I can see him better and nod. “OK.”

“I followed you home after the sunset. I broke into your apartment that night. And every single night thereafter. I watched you—” And as soon as he says this part, his hand slides into my shorts and slips down to play with my pussy.

“Did you touch me?” I ask, my breath becoming faster as his fingers begin to explore my folds. “Or did you just watch?”

“I touched you.”

“Where?” I slip my hand inside my shorts and begin to caress my clit in slow circles. “Here?”

“No,” James says softly. And then he pulls his hand out of my pants and brings it to my lips. “Here.” His fingertip traces the curve of my lip again, like he was doing earlier. But this time it’s slick with my own juices.

“Did I suck you?”

“I wish,” he laughs. “No. I was afraid to wake you, so it was a very small touch.”

“Did I ever moan?”

“Yes. It drove me crazy.”

“Did you want to fuck me?”

He slides his hand back into my shorts and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I dreamed about fucking you. Every night.”

“Did you masturbate as I slept?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

“Show me,” I whisper back.

He draws in a sharp breath, staring down at me. “Sit up on your knees,” he commands.

I get up, my heart beating faster at the prospect of watching him.

“Take off your shirt.”

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head as he unfastens his pants. His dick is so hard it springs forth once the confining fabric releases it.

“Take off your shorts.”

I stand up, unbutton them, and let them slide down my legs.

He takes his shirt off and then stands up next to me and lets his pants drop before sitting back down. “Kneel and put your head here,” he says, patting the top of his thigh. I never stop looking him in the eyes as I kneel and lay my head on his leg and my hands automatically begin to stroke his muscled calf. His cock is only a few inches away and I want to put it in my mouth so bad I tremble.

But then his large hand grabs hold of the shaft and begins to pump. I watch as he grows even bigger and it scares and excites me at the same time to think of that inside me. After a few strokes he stops. “Get it wet for me, Harper.”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Suck it.”

OK, sucking I can do. I lean forward and touch the tip of my tongue to his head, licking off the pearl of wetness that has already gathered there.

“Deeper, baby,” he says through a moan.

I open wider to take in more and then his hand is on my head, forcing his cock down my throat. I breathe through it like he taught me last time he did this.

“Good girl. You’re a very good girl.” But his pressure increases as soon as the words are out and I gag. He doesn’t let up and my mouth fills up with saliva. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. “Make my dick wet.” The pooling saliva drips out of my mouth and onto his cock, then slides down towards his balls. “Rest your head back on my leg, Harper. Relax now, and watch.”

I do relax. His cock is slick with my saliva and he pumps it in long strokes. I can tell he’s squeezing hard by the way he groans when his hand fists the top of his head. When I look up at him, he’s staring at me. “I did this in front of you when you slept sometimes.”