Burning Up by Marie Coulson

Surely he wasn’t serious?
    Raising a brow at me, his tone grew deeper, and this time, he was giving me a command.
    “I said, on your knees.”
    Never removing my eyes from him, I slowly sunk to the floor. My dress pleated around my thighs as I sat, panty-less, on the plush cream carpet. The corners of his mouth curled up and he licked his bottom lip. Pulling his desk chair behind him, he sat and stared at me as though I were a steak dinner, warm apple pie, and ice cream all melted into one. Resting his back in the chair, he grasped his cock tightly in his palm. I watched with a mixture of amazement, embarrassment and frustration. It was mine. I wanted it, needed it, and had begged for it. He’d made me beg and now, he would taunt me with it!
    His free hand clutched the arm of his chair and he bit his bottom lip as his hand glided up and down. A tiny bead of wetness slid from the tip all the way down to the base , and I whimpered. Smiling, he looked down at me.
    “Lay on your back and bend your knees.”
    I gave him a confused look.
    “Lay back, and bend your knees.”
    I did as I was told. “Now, lift up your dress and show me that tight, hot, tempting little pussy.”
    Gripping the hem of my dress, I pulled it up and blushed profusely. I was fire hydrant red. I heard him chuckle. “You’re blushing.”
    How did he …? “You don’t just blush on your face, Layla. You’re beautifully and deliciously pink down here, too.”
    I lay on the floor, confused , and turned on beyond rational thought. His hand continued to glide up and down his cock, but his face remained calm, collected, and in control.
    “Touch yourself.”
    What! “Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Show me how you want me, need me, and ache for me. I give you permission to touch what is mine.”
    I held my fingers to my lips and closed my eyes tightly. I couldn’t. I’d only ever done it once , and there was a computer screen and several hundreds of miles between us. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer by the second.
    “I’ve seen every part of you, Layla. I’ve touched, tasted , and explored every inch of your body. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is your possession, and I want you to take ownership of it, right now. Touch yourself.”
    His words swirled around in my head and I suddenly felt strangely empowered. Taking my fingers from my lips, I slid two of them into my mouth, slowly. I sucked, licked , and twirled my tongue around them, ensuring they were perfectly lubricated. I forced myself to meet his gaze, and as I saw his hypnotic pools of blue, my cares, worries, and embarrassment was torn away. I burned with desire, and as I watched his hand caress his throbbing cock, my heart raced and my breathing quickened. It was hot, erotic, and it fueled my lust.
    Taking my fingers from my mouth, I slid my hand over the curve of my breast s, massaging and grasping them a little as I made my way south. Gliding over my stomach I teased myself with the gentle and caressing strokes of my fingertips. Jared groaned and it spurred me on further. Parting the fleshy lips of my sex, I slipped my fingers down the slit and rubbed my swollen clit. The sensation was heavenly. I moaned deeply and removed my fingers, replacing them with my thumb instead as my fingers thrust inside me. I curled them upward and found my sweet spot. Gasping, I gently stroked, caressed and pressed against it with my slick, wet, fingers.
    My eyes closed and my back arched as my orgasm grew closer and closer. I heard Jared grunt but I was too caught up in my own sexy, self-inflicted pleasure to notice. I could feel the clenching and I couldn’t wait any longer. Opening my eyes, I looked at Jared. His own were fixated on me , and his mouth was partially open. His breathing was harsh, and his hand moved faster up and down his cock. I couldn’t hold on any longer and as my thumb rubbed and pressed against my clit I cried out. The rippling waves of my