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I wear a scarf the next day. A blue one with pink flowers, yellow centers. Silky. Threaded through the belt loops of my white shorts. I have the day off.
Nick eyes the scarf on the way to drop the girls off at day camp and daycare, and his eyes stray to it when I drop him off at work. I lower my sunglasses and look at him over the tops.
“Have a good day,” I say with a smirk. He just stares, and I lean back in my seat, gloating.
At lunch, I stop by the center with Nick’s favorite sandwich from a local, refugee-run deli. I stand by his desk making idle chatter, flicking the ends of the scarf between my fingers.
He doesn’t look impressed. He looks uncomfortable.
When I leave, I see him readjust.
June leaves, and Nick watches her go, the hardness in his pants uncomfortable. Once she’s gone, he glances around, sees everyone busy with their work, and gets up from his chair. There is no way he can work with a hard-on like this.
Once he’s in a stall in the bathroom, he unbuckles and unzips as fast as he can, belt buckle clinking. He shoves his hand into his underwear and wraps it around his cock, eyes closing. He strokes slowly at first, picturing June, picturing her on his cock, facing him, weight back on her hands, that sexy smirk on her face. She’s wearing lingerie in his fantasy, a sexy babydoll top with lace. He loves when she wears lace.
His hand moves faster. He can’t help it. He’s painfully hard and so close already. He needs to come. Bowing his head, holding in his gasp, he steadies himself with his other hand on the wall of the stall. Eyes closed tight, faster and faster and so close, almost there –
The door bangs open. “Yeah, we can do that. Just need to put some money down first.”
Immediately Nick lets go of his cock, eyes flying open. The other guy is on his phone, not caring, apparently, that the other person can hear him doing his business at the urinal. Stifling a groan, Nick tucks his aching cock back into his dress pants and does his best to zip up and buckle over it.
It’s not going to be a good afternoon.
At dinner, I pull the scarf out of my shorts when Nick is distracted scooping food off of Holly’s face. When he turns back to the table, directing Hannah to eat her green beans, I’ve got it wrapped around my wrist and brushing the end back across my cheek. He swallows and looks like he’s about had it.
After we put the girls down, Nick yanks me into our bedroom and kicks the door shut. I’m about to admonish him for making noise, but his lips come down on mine in a bruising kiss and his hands grip my ass hard.
“You’ve been fucking with me all day, June Osborne,” he growls. “You’re going to pay for it.”
And then he smacks my ass, holy shit, he fucking smacks my ass.
And I am totally into it.
I give him an exaggerated conciliatory look and nod, playing into it. “You’re right,” I say. “I’ve been bad.”
Luke used to spank me occasionally, the whole “you’ve been naughty” thing, but he always smacked a little too hard and I was into it but…not 100%.
With Nick, though…I’m flooded with heat and already growing wet.
“On your knees,” I whisper, gently pushing on his shoulders. He goes down easily, not even resisting in the tiniest bit. Maintaining eye contact, I undo my shorts and push them and my underwear down. Then I throw my leg over his shoulder. The scarf is still twisted around my wrist and forearm. I don’t need it yet. For practicality purposes, I need Nick’s hands free.
And he knows exactly what to do with them.
They go immediately to my hips to stabilize me, and his face is between my legs in seconds. He’s eating me out hungrily, desperately, and I throw my head back.
“Get on the bed,” I order. I yank him up and start to move him backward. His dazed eyes say that he is totally into this, too.
We get to the bed and I shove him backward onto it. I climb up and move on hands and knees toward his face.
“Wait. June.” He moves away and props himself up on his elbows. “I’ve never done this before. I had to look it up.”
I quirk a brow. “You had to look up face-sitting.”
He nods. “I saw this, uh, this video – ”
I rip my top off over my head. I am wet as hell, and the fact that sweet Nick has never had someone sit on his face, that he didn’t even know what it was and had to google it, is an aphrodisiac to me.
“Well,” I say. “You’re going to love it.” But first… Looking down at his hands, I untwine the scarf from my arm. “Give me your hands.”
Nick does not resist. I take them, bind his wrists tight, and move his arms over his head.
“Are you ready?” I ask. He nods, looking a little unsure. But I know he’s going to love this. I know for sure.
I crawl up to him, knees on either side of his beautiful face, and steady myself with my hands against the wall. Then I lower myself. He licks once and I moan. Already it feels so good. My hands go to my breasts, head falling back, as he licks again, and I feel his shoulders shift. Already he’s struggling with the bonds, and I smile. He wants out. He wants to touch me.
He buries himself further in me, tongue moving more insistently.
“Do you like it?” I ask. All he says is, “Mmm,” and he licks me harder.
“Let me out,” he says, but I shake my head.
“Nope.”
Nick groans, disappointed. But it doesn’t stop him. He continues eating me out, getting more and more intense, and I’ve been so turned on the last few days that I’m there already. I let out a slow breath, eyes closed, looking forward to the release that will take the literal pain of arousal away. My core pulses, and my inner thighs hurt.
“God, you taste good,” Nick breathes. “I can’t get enough of you. Let me out.”
“No, Nick.”
As if he’s punishing me for saying no, he ups his intensity. Now he’s just flat out being aggressive with it, as if that’s going to change my mind. Again his shoulders move as he struggles harder to be released. My arm drops from the wall and I grip one of those powerful shoulders.
“I’m going to come.” My other hand is squeezing my nipple, and my breaths are coming in pants. “I’m going to come, Nick.” My mouth goes dry, and I swallow. “I’m going to come on you,” I whisper.
This time the jerk of his shoulders is much harder.
“Do you want me to?” I ask. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he says. “Come on my face.”
I squeeze my core tighter and tighter, gasp for air a couple times…
Then Nick sucks on my clit and I’m gone, coming hard, crying out and saying his name because it’s so fucking powerful.
“Shit,” he says in awe. “You just got a lot wetter.”
My center moves over his slick mouth as I ride the climax out, and that’s it, that’s what must break him, because he gives one final jerk on the bonds and he’s free. His hands fly to my waist and now he’s the one moving me on him, and he’s still eating me out, holy shit. I’m about to come again when he shoves me over onto my back. Raising himself above me, keeping eye contact, he yanks his tie loose, unbuttons his shirt, and gets rid of both. The scarf dangles uselessly from one wrist. His pants go on the floor next, he grips his cock, and he shoves himself into me hard and fast, lips going to mine to kiss me. He’s hard as a rock, and he only gets this way when he’s extremely turned on.
Nick snaps his hips to mine, rough and fast. He’s fucking me hard, just the way I need it. I’m gasping and moaning and crying out for him, clawing at him to pull him closer. Nick moans, too, over and over, nonstop.
“Next I want to jerk you off while you watch porn,” I say between gasps, my words short and clipped. Nick grimaces and his head dips down. His hands clench the sheets, and he’s pushing his cock in me as deep as he can. It’s like he is touching my very core. “And I want to sit on your face again.”
“God, yes,” Nick says. “Get me off. I want to jerk myself off when you’re on my face, too.”
“Mm. I’d like that. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
My neck arches and my eyes close again for a moment as I feel my orgasm growing. “Make me come, Nick. You’ve got me so close.”
He groans again, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and the groan turns into a whimper. He leans down and kisses me slowly, passionately. “It’s so good, June.” Deep, deep deep he pushes himself. Then curses start falling from his mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come. Shit.”
“Come on,” I urge, my voice husky. I’m barely able to speak. “Come on. I’ll come with you. I want you to come hard, thinking about me on your face – ”
“You come,” he interrupts. His eyes meet mine, desperate, totally dazed. “I don’t want – ”
“I will. I’m about to. Come, please – ”
And then he does, his last couple thrusts so hard and powerful they throw me over the edge, too. His hands clench the sheets into little bunches, that gorgeous face of his scrunching up, and it’s almost like he’s in pain. It goes on and on, him moving slowly in and out of me, and I’m clenching his cock tight.
Panting, he pulls out of me and collapses next to me, chest heaving with his exertion. I crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply, rubbing myself on him so he feels his own cum on his stomach as it slides out of me. I feel wild. Crazy for him. I can’t get enough, either.
I sleep very well that night.