Desire
My eyes shift sideways, inconspicuously catching a glimpse of Brian as he stands next to me in the elevator.
Okay, so maybe not SO inconspicuously, because as they flicker upwards, I’m met by the man’s piercing stare, and I have to smile. Because we both know that not too long ago, his little eye-fuck would have had me blushing like a fool…but not tonight. And that realization only causes his eyebrow to lift that much further…and I smile, that much wider.
“What?” Brian asks, his tone somewhat between irritated and amused.
I just shake my head, my smile now turning into a wicked grin as ideas of what I WANT to happen and what I’m going to MAKE happen tonight pass through my twisted mind.
Hey, I’ve learned from the best, so whatever plans I make…whatever sweet torture I dream up for the man has somehow originated with him in the beginning.
‘Payback…it’s a bitch,’ I think as I follow Brian into the loft, my eyes hungrily watching his fine ass as if moves in front of me. I feel my desire growing, along with certain key body parts and unconsciously lick my lips.
I don’t realize that I’ve been caught until I look up again and find Brian staring at me over his shoulder, his eyes dancing with amusement. Instantly I wipe at the corners of my mouth, wondering if all my salivating has caused the drool to slip down the corners, then I smile innocently…but I know he’s not buying it for a second.
“Something on your mind, Sunshine?” he drawls, his eyes flitting downwards to the obviously THERE, painfully hard bulge tenting my pants, and smiles as he meets my longing gaze again.
Deciding that now’s as good a time as any I move in closer, pressing my body firmly against his, raising on my toes to align them just right and grind a little circle with my hips.
My face lights up with satisfaction as a little groan escapes his open mouth and I feel his own lovely package throb against mine.
Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be easier than I thought.
“Bri…” I breathe sweetly, my hips making another rotation, this time pressing a little harder than before.
“Hmm?”
“Bri…” I whisper again as my hands reach down, grabbing a well-toned ass cheek in each one and I squeeze as my hips make yet another round.
“Urgh?”
Shit, this is too easy.
“Bri…I wanna fuck you,” I purr into his ear, just the way I know he likes it…the way that makes him crazy and I grind hard against his cock, my right hand slipping inside the back of his jeans, index finder sliding down his crack.
I feel his body tense slightly, but I’m not put off. This is still a big deal for him…well, sort of. He likes to come off as this total top to everyone, and that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to kill his image. But I know the truth…at least where I’M concerned, and the truth is that while he does play that primary role in our relationship, I know that sometimes he loves nothing more than my hard, hot cock up his oh-so-deliciously tight ass…fucking him within an inch of his life.
He’d never admit it…well, not out loud…but the screams and cries of pleasure that fly from his mouth uncontrollably while I ride his ass let me know all that…and more. But that’s just between us…okay…and all the neighbors within a twenty-mile radius.
“Come on, Bri…I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you so hard ‘till you scream my name and shoot all over us.” My voice is deep and husky, the lust and desire dripping off it like honey and I know it won’t take much more.
I feel him relax slightly…a good sign that things are gonna go my way. I know he has to do his little show…and that’s okay. First he’s tense…then he needs a minute to process…decide just how much he can let me get away with…how far he’ll let me in…then he’ll see if I’m due…ponder the idea a little longer…and eventually, as the thoughts sink in and the image of my cock works itself into the equation…and the memory of the last time he let me in comes flooding back, I know what’ll happen.
Oh, here it comes.
The smile.
That oh so perfect, slightly amused, slightly perverse little smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth as his eyes glaze over and he licks at his lips so temptingly, meeting my eyes again.
He doesn’t have to say a word…I know what he’s thinking…I’m in.