up.
But she knew her way around a fly.
She stood in front of the balcony, still bare below the waist, her braless nipples stiff in the cool night breeze.
"Jack off," she ordered.
His gaze flicked to the open doors, the windows nearby.
To his reflection in the mirrors.
"You bared me to the world in front of my office windows," she reminded him. "In broad daylight."
"What's good for the goose, huh?"
"It's dark. Maybe no one's looking."
"You'd be disappointed if that were the case." He shook his head in tender amusement. "I'm not the one who likes to expose myself to the world," he reminded her.
"Those two guys watched us. Your friends did, too."
"I was so hot for you I never even saw those two. And my friends, well…"
"It wasn't the first time," she concluded. "You've shared women with them before, haven't you?" She ground her teeth together, hating the idea.
Which was stupid. They didn't own each other. Their only commitment was to The Game.
"Not like that, Dani. We've each had women while we were together in the past, but…"
A growl of displeasure surprised her when it erupted from her throat.
He looked just as surprised.
And too damn pleased.
"I don't want other women around when we play."
"Oh? A little greedy, are we? Want all the dicks to yourself?"
"I don't want to talk about it." She strolled over to him. "We have better things to talk about. My turn, remember? Open your pants."
His jaw flexed, but slowly he began opening his buttons, one pop at a time. He was commando under the jeans, so his lovely dick bobbed out immediately.
"Now, back to what you were doing…" She strolled around, viewing him from all angles. "Jacking off?" she reminded him as he simply stood there.
He exhaled, then took his shaft in his hand. "Kinda lonely over here…" He started to whistle as though he was bored.
She couldn't help grinning. He was a cheeky bastard.
But oh, it was erotic watching him jack off with the rest of him fully-clothed, to see the nest of curls at his root, the trail leading to his navel. Very quickly, however, she began to crave to see more of that tough, muscled body of his.
She'd never had a chance to just…look. He always had her so involved in some scenario, and all too often she was the only one who was naked. "Don't stop, but take off your jacket."
"Not technically possible, babe. Gotta let go at some point."
"Do I need to go all Mistress on you?"
"Not happening," he shot back.
But she saw his cock twitch. Hmm…we'll have to see about that, won't we? "Just take it off. Are you ambidextrous when it comes to pleasuring yourself?"
"Are you?" he shot back. He dropped his jacket off as he demonstrated that he was indeed multi-talented.
"Just keep going." She wanted to touch him—badly—but she made herself stay where she was. "Lose the shirt."
"Gotta have both hands free at some point for that." His t-shirt fit his killer body like a glove.
"Make it snappy," she ordered, her mouth twitching.
He cut her a sideways glance, grinning.
Then stripped off his shirt, so she could see his acres of muscled chest, of rock-hard abs. In the mirror she could glimpse part of his broad back.
Fever gripped her. Her fingers ached to glide over his skin.
"Now the pants," she forced herself to order. And stay back.
"Sorry, babe. Unless you don't mind me letting go, I'll need help with my shoes."
She looked at him askance. "You're a smart man. You'll figure it out."
"If guys were hinged right, I could bend over and suck my own dick and have my hands free."
"Then women would become irrelevant. You'd never leave the house."
He chuckled. "Lucky for you we're not, huh?"
She smiled.
"But I still need more hands."
With an elaborate, pained sigh meant to mask how sexy it was to laugh with a lover, she made her way to him. Knelt at his feet and began untying.
While listening to the soft slap of his fist caressing his shaft. Dragging in the scent of his seed as it rose and pearled on the
But she knew her way around a fly.
She stood in front of the balcony, still bare below the waist, her braless nipples stiff in the cool night breeze.
"Jack off," she ordered.
His gaze flicked to the open doors, the windows nearby.
To his reflection in the mirrors.
"You bared me to the world in front of my office windows," she reminded him. "In broad daylight."
"What's good for the goose, huh?"
"It's dark. Maybe no one's looking."
"You'd be disappointed if that were the case." He shook his head in tender amusement. "I'm not the one who likes to expose myself to the world," he reminded her.
"Those two guys watched us. Your friends did, too."
"I was so hot for you I never even saw those two. And my friends, well…"
"It wasn't the first time," she concluded. "You've shared women with them before, haven't you?" She ground her teeth together, hating the idea.
Which was stupid. They didn't own each other. Their only commitment was to The Game.
"Not like that, Dani. We've each had women while we were together in the past, but…"
A growl of displeasure surprised her when it erupted from her throat.
He looked just as surprised.
And too damn pleased.
"I don't want other women around when we play."
"Oh? A little greedy, are we? Want all the dicks to yourself?"
"I don't want to talk about it." She strolled over to him. "We have better things to talk about. My turn, remember? Open your pants."
His jaw flexed, but slowly he began opening his buttons, one pop at a time. He was commando under the jeans, so his lovely dick bobbed out immediately.
"Now, back to what you were doing…" She strolled around, viewing him from all angles. "Jacking off?" she reminded him as he simply stood there.
He exhaled, then took his shaft in his hand. "Kinda lonely over here…" He started to whistle as though he was bored.
She couldn't help grinning. He was a cheeky bastard.
But oh, it was erotic watching him jack off with the rest of him fully-clothed, to see the nest of curls at his root, the trail leading to his navel. Very quickly, however, she began to crave to see more of that tough, muscled body of his.
She'd never had a chance to just…look. He always had her so involved in some scenario, and all too often she was the only one who was naked. "Don't stop, but take off your jacket."
"Not technically possible, babe. Gotta let go at some point."
"Do I need to go all Mistress on you?"
"Not happening," he shot back.
But she saw his cock twitch. Hmm…we'll have to see about that, won't we? "Just take it off. Are you ambidextrous when it comes to pleasuring yourself?"
"Are you?" he shot back. He dropped his jacket off as he demonstrated that he was indeed multi-talented.
"Just keep going." She wanted to touch him—badly—but she made herself stay where she was. "Lose the shirt."
"Gotta have both hands free at some point for that." His t-shirt fit his killer body like a glove.
"Make it snappy," she ordered, her mouth twitching.
He cut her a sideways glance, grinning.
Then stripped off his shirt, so she could see his acres of muscled chest, of rock-hard abs. In the mirror she could glimpse part of his broad back.
Fever gripped her. Her fingers ached to glide over his skin.
"Now the pants," she forced herself to order. And stay back.
"Sorry, babe. Unless you don't mind me letting go, I'll need help with my shoes."
She looked at him askance. "You're a smart man. You'll figure it out."
"If guys were hinged right, I could bend over and suck my own dick and have my hands free."
"Then women would become irrelevant. You'd never leave the house."
He chuckled. "Lucky for you we're not, huh?"
She smiled.
"But I still need more hands."
With an elaborate, pained sigh meant to mask how sexy it was to laugh with a lover, she made her way to him. Knelt at his feet and began untying.
While listening to the soft slap of his fist caressing his shaft. Dragging in the scent of his seed as it rose and pearled on the
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