new ones were not any better.
“I’m out. You want me to take off my pants, right?”
“Wrong! Question time. How many women have you been with?”
Well, doesn’t that just destroy the mood? I frowned. “I don’t know.”
“You said you’d answer honestly.”
“And I did.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it behind me on the bed, then grabbed the cards.
“Wait. How was that honest? You must have some idea. Example: I’ve been with five different men.”
I sighed, shuffling the cards absently. “I was with five women in just the last couple of weeks. More than five, now that I think about it. I said I don’t know because I don’t know. You’re a reporter, Lily. A tabloid reporter. I’m having trouble with the idea that you didn’t know that.”
“So when you saw me in the club, you’d just intended me to be a one night fling for you?”
“Yes. Yet, here we are, together on an entirely different day. Until this question, I was having a good time. I told you I wanted to see you again, told you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Why isn’t that enough? Can’t it be enough for now? We’ll see how things go, like regular people.” I really regretting agreeing to answer her questions. Nothing good could come of this.
“Yes, Xander. I’m sorry.”
“Besides, those were two questions.” I grinned, making a show out of checking out her bare tits. I wanted to lighten the mood and regain some of the sexual tension that had been building between us. This game needed to be put back on track.
I won the next hand. Lily shimmied out of her skirt and stood before me in nothing but a tiny black thong and high heels. I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry. All my annoyance from just a few minutes before evaporated. Christ, she was hot.
“What do you want me to do now, Xander?”
“I–” I cleared my throat and tried again. “I want you to kneel down on the floor next to me.”
“What? Why? Are we done playing cards?”
“Why isn’t part of the deal. Just do it.”
Lily circled the table and dropped to her knees at my side. Her tits hung freely, her nipples were hard, pointed. I wanted to touch them. My mouth watered at the thought of taking them in my mouth.
“Now what?”
“Lean forward. More, a little more. Yes, just like that. Now look at me.” Her eyes rose to meet mine. Her eyes were dark with desire, her breasts thrust forward, begging for attention. “Do you know how sexy you are, kneeling there in nothing but your heels and thong? I want so badly to touch you.”
“Then do it.” She breathed heavily.
I flashed her a wicked grin. “Not yet. First, I want you to touch yourself. “Feel your breasts, caress them, massage them. Let me see how much you enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you did it for me.”
“Soon. Very soon. But not yet. Go on; I’m waiting.” She ran her palms over her thighs and up to her belly. She hesitated, tensing. “Close your eyes. Don’t think about being watched. Pretend your hands are my hands. Pleasure yourself the way I would pleasure you.”
She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her hands skated up her skin, testing the weight of her breasts. She pinched her nipples, her breath coming faster.
I fell silent, watching her in rapt attention. She squeezed her tits together, releasing rhythmically, kneading her flesh. My hands twitched, I wanted so badly to join her. She pinched her nipples again and moaned. The sound awoke every nerve in my body.
“Happy now?” she asked, opening her eyes. I watched her gaze travel to my crotch, my tented pants more than obvious. She licked her lips, her expression predatory. She looked like she wanted to eat me alive.
I held out my hand, refusing to give in, determined to remain in control. “Almost. Suck it.”
She eagerly rose up on her knees and moved toward my lap, but I stopped her, restraining her with the hand I had offered. I traced her lower lip with my thumb. “This. Suck this
“I’m out. You want me to take off my pants, right?”
“Wrong! Question time. How many women have you been with?”
Well, doesn’t that just destroy the mood? I frowned. “I don’t know.”
“You said you’d answer honestly.”
“And I did.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it behind me on the bed, then grabbed the cards.
“Wait. How was that honest? You must have some idea. Example: I’ve been with five different men.”
I sighed, shuffling the cards absently. “I was with five women in just the last couple of weeks. More than five, now that I think about it. I said I don’t know because I don’t know. You’re a reporter, Lily. A tabloid reporter. I’m having trouble with the idea that you didn’t know that.”
“So when you saw me in the club, you’d just intended me to be a one night fling for you?”
“Yes. Yet, here we are, together on an entirely different day. Until this question, I was having a good time. I told you I wanted to see you again, told you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Why isn’t that enough? Can’t it be enough for now? We’ll see how things go, like regular people.” I really regretting agreeing to answer her questions. Nothing good could come of this.
“Yes, Xander. I’m sorry.”
“Besides, those were two questions.” I grinned, making a show out of checking out her bare tits. I wanted to lighten the mood and regain some of the sexual tension that had been building between us. This game needed to be put back on track.
I won the next hand. Lily shimmied out of her skirt and stood before me in nothing but a tiny black thong and high heels. I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry. All my annoyance from just a few minutes before evaporated. Christ, she was hot.
“What do you want me to do now, Xander?”
“I–” I cleared my throat and tried again. “I want you to kneel down on the floor next to me.”
“What? Why? Are we done playing cards?”
“Why isn’t part of the deal. Just do it.”
Lily circled the table and dropped to her knees at my side. Her tits hung freely, her nipples were hard, pointed. I wanted to touch them. My mouth watered at the thought of taking them in my mouth.
“Now what?”
“Lean forward. More, a little more. Yes, just like that. Now look at me.” Her eyes rose to meet mine. Her eyes were dark with desire, her breasts thrust forward, begging for attention. “Do you know how sexy you are, kneeling there in nothing but your heels and thong? I want so badly to touch you.”
“Then do it.” She breathed heavily.
I flashed her a wicked grin. “Not yet. First, I want you to touch yourself. “Feel your breasts, caress them, massage them. Let me see how much you enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you did it for me.”
“Soon. Very soon. But not yet. Go on; I’m waiting.” She ran her palms over her thighs and up to her belly. She hesitated, tensing. “Close your eyes. Don’t think about being watched. Pretend your hands are my hands. Pleasure yourself the way I would pleasure you.”
She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her hands skated up her skin, testing the weight of her breasts. She pinched her nipples, her breath coming faster.
I fell silent, watching her in rapt attention. She squeezed her tits together, releasing rhythmically, kneading her flesh. My hands twitched, I wanted so badly to join her. She pinched her nipples again and moaned. The sound awoke every nerve in my body.
“Happy now?” she asked, opening her eyes. I watched her gaze travel to my crotch, my tented pants more than obvious. She licked her lips, her expression predatory. She looked like she wanted to eat me alive.
I held out my hand, refusing to give in, determined to remain in control. “Almost. Suck it.”
She eagerly rose up on her knees and moved toward my lap, but I stopped her, restraining her with the hand I had offered. I traced her lower lip with my thumb. “This. Suck this
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