“Yes. Sit down.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers curling into the bedspread as Mick pulled his shirt off. The sight of his body never failed to arouse her, and especially so after watching him play tonight. She’d always been a football fan, but now that she knew Mick, knew his work ethic, and had seen him play, she knew what went into how he took care of his body. It was his job to make sure he stayed healthy, and he took it seriously. And boy howdy, did it ever show. He was muscled in all the right places, lean in all the spots he should be, and she had to resist going to him just to run her hands over the planes and angles that had been so perfectly sculpted by all the hours he spent running and working out at the gym.
She leaned back on her hands as he undid his pants, toed off his shoes, and shrugged out of his briefs and pants, kicking them to the side. His cock was already erect, and he fisted it in his hand, sliding it slow and easy.
“What do you think about when you do that?” she asked.
“Women.”
“Women you’ve had already, or women you’d like to have?”
“Both.”
He kept his gaze on her as he slid his hand up and down the shaft. The room grew warmer, so she kicked off her shoes and pulled her top over her head. “And what do you imagine about these women? Do you think about them just ... standing around?”
“Not really.”
“So you think about having sex with them.” She popped the button open on her jeans, then slowly drew the zipper down, her gaze fixated on the lazy up-and-down movements of his hand on his cock, the way his thumb circled the wide head. Her breathing quickened as she shed her pants, leaving her in only her panties and bra.
“Sometimes I think about having sex with them.” He squeezed his cock in his fist. “Sometimes I picture them lying on the bed, naked and touching themselves.”
Tara got up on her knees and reached for the clasp of her bra, popped it open, and pulled the bra off, casting it onto the bed. “So you think about these women masturbating.”
“Yeah.” He gripped his cock harder.
She swept her hands over her breasts. “Seeing a woman touch herself turns you on.”
“Hell, yes, it does.”
She grasped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, plucking them, the sensation rocketing to her *. Caressing herself like this, watching Mick touch his own cock, was the most arousing thing she’d ever experienced. She continued to touch her breasts with one hand, but let the other slide down her rib cage and belly, enjoying the tease as she made her way to her panties. She slid her fingers around the edge of her panties, while Mick wrapped a strangled grip on his cock and upped the pace a little faster.
“I like watching you,” she whispered, then tucked her hand inside her panties and cupped her sex.
“How does it feel?”
“Hot. Steamy hot. And wet.”
“Let me see.”
She swallowed to coat her parched throat and drew her panties down, adjusting herself with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. She grabbed a pillow to prop her head up so she could still watch Mick, then laid her palm over her sex, letting her fingers tap along the outside of her * lips.
“Your * is wet,” he said, moving closer to the bed.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you think about when you get yourself off.”
“I think about someone coming into the room unexpectedly and finding me doing this.”
He curled his fingers around his cock and drove his hand to the tip, using his thumb to slide over the head. “Yeah? And what happens when he finds you?”
“He stands there for a while and watches me.” She rubbed her fingers up and over her clit, coating the bud with her juices, then slid her hand back down, palming her clit and lifting up as she experienced an explosion of sensation. “But then he undresses, begins to stroke his cock just like you’re doing.”
“And then what?”
“He comes over to the side of the bed.” Tara slid two fingers inside her * and began to fuck herself.
Mick leaned over the bed and rubbed his cock head against her thigh.
“Can you hear it?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He was panting.
“Don’t you wish that was your cock inside me, fucking me?”
“Yes. Is that what the guy in your fantasies does?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Yes. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and plunges his cock in me, then fucks me hard until I scream because I’m coming so hard I can’t stand it, until he’s coming so hard he can’t help himself and he yells out my name.”