his car and leaving a note on the dashboard for him to play it. He didn't know exactly when she'd done it, because the sticky note had fallen off the dash and he hadn't found it until a week or so after they'd broken up. It was a CD of love songs and sex songs, as Karen had called them, and he'd never been able to convince himself she hadn't made it for her other boyfriend but only accidentally left it for him.
The song that came on first made him groan again. 'Lick'. A woman singing about the joys of cunnilingus. Fate was too cruel.
He pulled into an open spot in front of his building and turned off the ignition, but the music kept playing. His dick throbbed and his balls ached. He swiped his tongue over his lips, tasting her. He put his hand to his face, smelling her.
'Did you come here to fuck me?' She'd asked a question. He'd given her an answer. He'd made her come crying out his name, but when it was over she'd acted like it was all just part of the service, like using his tongue to make her come was the same as bringing her bagels and making sure there were enough water pitchers filled.
He should've been pissed. Instead, he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. Brandon shifted in his seat again, looking out on to the dark and empty street as he listened to the music Karen had chosen for him and thought about another woman's taste.
'I could let you fuck me,' Leah had said with her back turned to him. 'I'm sure you'd be very good at it.'
He hadn't said anything, not sure what she wanted him to say. She looked over her shoulder at him as she poured herself some more water and as she sipped. He'd had the feeling she was testing him again, maybe waiting to see if he were going to be an asshole and demand she let him have sex with her.
He didn't like it when women assumed they knew what he was like just because they'd met a few jerkwads along the way. Karen had assumed he was cheating on her, so she said, because that's what good-looking guys did. She'd used it as an excuse for lying to him. The fact he'd never even looked at another girl the entire time they'd been together hadn't meant anything.
'Tell me something,' Leah had said when he didn't answer. 'Did you like that? What I asked you to do?'
'Yes.'
Her dark-blue eyes had left him feeling she could see right through him. 'I want you to go home now, Brandon.'
He couldn't help the way he reacted when she said his name like that. Soft and low and full of promise. She'd lifted her chin as though she expected him to protest.
But, even though his dick was so hard he thought it might tear a hole in his pants, and even though he wanted to pin her back against that table and slide inside, to lose himself in her slick heat, Brandon had only nodded. He didn't speak, not trusting his voice.
'I want you to think about me tonight when you're jerking that fine thick cock in those big strong hands.'
He'd been ashamed by his groan, but she only looked pleased and a little startled. He thought now it was because of what
she'd told him about that asshole, Mike, and how he always wanted to be in charge, but, at the time, all he'd been able to do was focus on not making a fool of himself by spilling in his pants like a kid.
'You'll do that for me, won't you?' Say it, he'd thought, holding back a breath.
'Brandon?'
'Yes!'
'And tomorrow,' Leah had said quietly, pinning him in place with nothing but her gaze and the sound of her voice, 'you'll tell me exactly what you did. Exactly how it felt. I want to know every detail of it.'
'And . . . then?'
'Then,' she'd said, 'if I like what I hear, and you've pleased me again, then maybe I'll let you fuck me.'
With that, she'd dismissed him.
And he'd gone, like a lapdog.
No matter how often he had to do it for his job, Brandon detested being made to jump through hoops. He thought about calling her a bitch, but the word wouldn't come. It didn't fit. There was a difference in someone making demands just to watch him
The song that came on first made him groan again. 'Lick'. A woman singing about the joys of cunnilingus. Fate was too cruel.
He pulled into an open spot in front of his building and turned off the ignition, but the music kept playing. His dick throbbed and his balls ached. He swiped his tongue over his lips, tasting her. He put his hand to his face, smelling her.
'Did you come here to fuck me?' She'd asked a question. He'd given her an answer. He'd made her come crying out his name, but when it was over she'd acted like it was all just part of the service, like using his tongue to make her come was the same as bringing her bagels and making sure there were enough water pitchers filled.
He should've been pissed. Instead, he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. Brandon shifted in his seat again, looking out on to the dark and empty street as he listened to the music Karen had chosen for him and thought about another woman's taste.
'I could let you fuck me,' Leah had said with her back turned to him. 'I'm sure you'd be very good at it.'
He hadn't said anything, not sure what she wanted him to say. She looked over her shoulder at him as she poured herself some more water and as she sipped. He'd had the feeling she was testing him again, maybe waiting to see if he were going to be an asshole and demand she let him have sex with her.
He didn't like it when women assumed they knew what he was like just because they'd met a few jerkwads along the way. Karen had assumed he was cheating on her, so she said, because that's what good-looking guys did. She'd used it as an excuse for lying to him. The fact he'd never even looked at another girl the entire time they'd been together hadn't meant anything.
'Tell me something,' Leah had said when he didn't answer. 'Did you like that? What I asked you to do?'
'Yes.'
Her dark-blue eyes had left him feeling she could see right through him. 'I want you to go home now, Brandon.'
He couldn't help the way he reacted when she said his name like that. Soft and low and full of promise. She'd lifted her chin as though she expected him to protest.
But, even though his dick was so hard he thought it might tear a hole in his pants, and even though he wanted to pin her back against that table and slide inside, to lose himself in her slick heat, Brandon had only nodded. He didn't speak, not trusting his voice.
'I want you to think about me tonight when you're jerking that fine thick cock in those big strong hands.'
He'd been ashamed by his groan, but she only looked pleased and a little startled. He thought now it was because of what
she'd told him about that asshole, Mike, and how he always wanted to be in charge, but, at the time, all he'd been able to do was focus on not making a fool of himself by spilling in his pants like a kid.
'You'll do that for me, won't you?' Say it, he'd thought, holding back a breath.
'Brandon?'
'Yes!'
'And tomorrow,' Leah had said quietly, pinning him in place with nothing but her gaze and the sound of her voice, 'you'll tell me exactly what you did. Exactly how it felt. I want to know every detail of it.'
'And . . . then?'
'Then,' she'd said, 'if I like what I hear, and you've pleased me again, then maybe I'll let you fuck me.'
With that, she'd dismissed him.
And he'd gone, like a lapdog.
No matter how often he had to do it for his job, Brandon detested being made to jump through hoops. He thought about calling her a bitch, but the word wouldn't come. It didn't fit. There was a difference in someone making demands just to watch him
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