Peep (Brighten Sisters Book 2) (9 page)

O
h my God
, I have got to be losing my mind. What the hell would possess me to sit here and finger myself at a table full of my friends? Ever since NYCsir entered my life, it’s like a light switch went off and whole new side of me was born.

Adam.

Sir.

Both of these men are driving me crazy.

I can’t believe I bumped into Adam. What a small world. And lord, is he sexy. I’ve barely said two words to this man and he has me panting like a dog in heat every time I see him. What is going on with me? Since when have I become so brazen? I’m not a virgin by any means but this is a whole new level of horny. Ever since Jane opened the door to communicating with sir, it’s like the floodgate of my sexuality has poured out. It’s just strange that Adam has the same effect on me.

My eyes peer around the room and my eyes go right to Adam’s. I wonder if there is any way he can see what I’m doing and the thought only adds to my arousal. I’m so hot for him right now that there’s no way I can sit here without coming and completely embarrassing myself. I’ve only gotten away with it so far because my friends are in a heated political conversation at the end of the table.

S
tanding
up I start my course to the bathroom and pray there’s no line. All I need to do is close the door lock it and then I’m home free. As I push open the door, my body becomes aware of a presence behind me. Two strong hands reach across mine and open the door, pushing me through. I hear the faint click of the lock. My knees buckle and my heart starts to race as fear begins to consume me. Then I hear his voice…

“Hello, pet.”
What the hell?

Adam….pet? My brain scrambles to understand. What the fuck is going on? There’s no way? His husky voice brings me out of my thoughts.

“Back to me, pet,” he orders. “Place your hands on the sink.”

Adam is sir? But how can that be?

“I said place your hands on the sink. Do you have problems following orders, naughty girl?”

My breath leaves my body as I realize not only are they one in the same, but he knows it’s me too.

“I imagine from your slow movement you’ve put two and two together about my alter ego, yes?”

“Adam? Sir?” I mutter under my breath, the confusion evident.

“What a happy coincidence,” he states as he places his hand on my back, pushing me towards the sink. I hit the sink and my body bends slightly at the waist to brace myself. “Imagine my surprise when my new favorite pet was also the gorgeous women I’ve been lusting over ever since our meeting. The woman I’ve wanted to bend over and sink inside ever since I saw her…
you
.” My body begins to tremble at his words.

“Is that what you want, pet? Do you want my cock inside you? Are you wet right now? I bet if I reach my hand…” He places his hand on my upper thigh and my insides quiver. I can feel my moisture dripping down my leg. I can smell my own arousal.

“What’s this…lace? You really are a naughty girl. Do you want me to fuck you against this sink? Smelling your sweet cunt, all I can think of is how you must taste…” His finger pulls my thong to the side then dips inside my needy pussy. My inner walls clench around him.

“Mmmm, so tight. I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock.” He continues to work his finger in and out, curling his finger up to hit my sweet spot inside. As I start to quake, he pulls his hand away, leaving me barren and needy. I hear his mouth open and the sound of licking “You taste amazing.”

“Please. Please, Sir,” I pant.

“Beg. Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock… Fill me with your hard cock. Fuck me.”

He rips away my panties in one fell swoop. I hear the sound of a zipper and then I feel him. His hard cock teasing my entrance. He circles around my dripping hole, dipping just the tip inside and coating his dick with my juices. When I think I can’t take much more, he slams inside me, seating himself deep in my core. My walls contract instantly. I’m so close to coming I can feel a sweat break against my brow. Slowly, very slowly he pulls out… then slams back in. Exquisite torture. I feel like if he doesn’t pick up the pace I might die.

“Please, Sir, faster…harder,” I beg.

“Shh. pet. I’ll give you what you need. Trust me to give you what you need.” He fucks me harder. His hand snakes around me and lands on my swollen clit. He runs his finger over my engorged clit and starts stroking. My whole body tightens and I feel myself become undone…

Coming all over his hard cock…

Pulsating as I release.

S
he goes
limp against my chest. I sit for a minute, coming down from my own arousal and then finally pull out from the warmth of her body.

Holy Fuck. That was intense.

My breathing begins to calm when it hits me. I broke all of my rules in five minutes with this girl.

Fuck.

I whip her around suddenly. Her eyes go wide. “Samantha, this can’t leave this room. My father knows nothing of my online persona. If he did, things would get very bad very quickly. Nobody knows, nobody can know.” I search her face for confirmation that she’ll remain quiet about all of this.

“Why?” she asks, that one word having so many meanings.

“Why am I Sir? Why you? You have to be more specific.”

A knock at the door has us both going rigid. “Sam, are you in there?” A girl’s voice can be heard through the door.

“Shit,” I hiss in her ear so only she can hear.

“Yes, I’m just finishing up. My stomach is a little uneasy.” Her eyes fly to mine for confirmation that she’s on the right track. I nod.

“Okay, you’ve been gone awhile, so I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’ll be right out. I’m just finishing up.” She’s ramrod straight.

“Okay, I’ll see you back at the table.”

With that, her body goes slack in my arms.

“You have to pull yourself together and go out there. I’m going to sneak out now. When you get somewhere private, call my number. We need to talk more, but we can’t here.” She just stands there staring at me.

“Samantha, nod your head that you understand.” She nods.

Without a second thought, I unlock the door and stroll out, closing it behind me. I go straight to the bar and pay our tab. I need to get the fuck out of here. When I look to our table for Drake, I realize he’s gone. Typical Drake. Once he realized I’d found my target, he knew his wingman job was done. I see Samantha stroll right past me, not even glancing my direction.

Good girl.

She goes to the table and grabs her things. I overhear her tell the group that she isn’t feeling well and needs to head out. I follow her out the door.

“Samantha, are you all right?” She looks sick all of a sudden.

“I-I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not usually like this. The whole thing has me thrown off kilter.”

“Plunge has a way of bringing out the kink in people. No need to be ashamed. I like your boldness.”

The remaining color seeps out of her cheeks. “That’s the thing. This wasn’t supposed to go this far. How the hell am I going to work with your father knowing you have a double life and he has no clue? I can’t separate the two Adam-Sir-whoever the hell you are.” Her hands are animatedly flying around.

“I’m Adam. Sir is only a name I use to protect my identity. Like I’ve said before, I have rules for a reason.”

“Why do you do it? Your dad has been trying for a year to get you to come work for his company. You’d make so much money and not have to whore yourself out.” Her words are like a deluge of cold water completely snuffing out my ego’s light.

“Harsh. Especially coming from someone who also has-what did you call it-a double life?”

Her head snaps to mine. “I don’t fuck on camera, Adam. You are a glorified porn star. How many girls have you been with?” There it is. The source of all her tension.

“So that’s what this is all about. You’re jealous.”

Her features turn from worried to pissed. She’s red from head to toe. “I. Am. Not. Jealous. I’m disgusted. I let you fuck me in a bathroom like one of your whores.” She spat the words at me, each word crisp and clear. To her I’m nothing but a male prostitute of sorts—disgusting, vile and ultimately not good enough for her.

But I feel the need to make her understand.

“What I do is no different from anyone else, I just tape it. If you paid attention, you’d see that there is only one woman in my videos. The rest are just me and my hand. Every man jerks off, pet. I just make money doing it. My dick is wanted by woman all over the world. You should be so lucky you’ve had it in your cunt.” She flinches at my bold words.

“You’re disgusting,” she seethes.

“That’s not what you’ve been saying these past few weeks. You’ve been begging for it. Admit it, Samantha, nobody has fucked your pussy like I just did.”

“Ugh.” She stalks off down a dark secluded alley. I go after her.

“Stop, Samantha. You’re going to get yourself mugged.” She doesn’t listen but keeps going.

“I said stop.”

She whirls around. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Adam. You’re not my keeper. Leave me the hell alone.”

She was in my face—well, at my chest. Her whole 5’2 worth of sass. Her fiery temper only made me want her more. Without a second thought I grab her, pushing her up against the alley wall. I lift her leg around my hip and thrust my hard cock into her center. She gasps as my mouth crashes down on hers, hungrily pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my advances head on, eagerly giving as well as taking. I swallow her moans, my dick pressing against my jeans painfully.

“I’m going to fuck you against this wall, pet.”

Her mewls give me the affirmation I need to continue. “Call me Sam,” she breathes out.

“What? Why?” I ask perplexed. Women like pet names.

“I hate it. Call me anything but that.”

“Samantha,” I drawl, lifting her skirt to her hips.

“Adam, please,” she begs.

I’m not sure how or when I got my pants down, but without a second thought I drive into her pussy. My thrusts are hard and punishing as her back slams into the wall over and over. It occurs to me that she’ll bruise, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me, Adam. Harder.”

All control leaves me and I push harder into her. She continues to beg through sobs. One pump, two and then I’m spurting my semen into her hot center.

The sound of voices has us both coming to our senses.

I grab my jeans, pulling them unbuttoned over my hips. I press Samantha further into the wall in a lover’s embrace. I’m sure the onlookers are curious as to what’s going on, but they don’t stop to find out. They stroll by without so much as a comment, but we both hear their giggles.

I release her to her feet and she smooths out her skirt. “I want you in my bed, Samantha.”

Her head jerks to me. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I’m taking you home with me. Fuck the rules.”

G
rabbing my hand
, he pulls me towards the street and raises a hand to hail a cab. My head is all jumbled—
what the hell is happening?
One minute I’m pissed at him for turning me into his slut, and the next thing I know my back is pushed up against a wall in a dirty alley as he fucks me raw. This man has an insane pull on me and I’ve got no idea why. Fuck, I don’t even think I care why as long as he keeps fucking me.

A cab pulls up and Adam ushers me in…

Adam.

I still can’t believe he’s my fantasy guy. The man I have dreamed about for so long.

“72 and York,” he says to the cabbie and my eyebrows rise.
Fancy address
and only a few blocks away, but what else should I expect from the boss’s kid. Certainly not a fourth floor walk-up. The ride drags as neither of us speak. It’s as if we’re both at an impasse. He’s breaking his rules and I’ve thrown all decorum out the window. What’s there to say at this point?

I can feel his gaze on me and then his hand reaches across the space between us and grabs my left thigh. His hand starts to trail small circles below the hem of my skirt, the ministrations causing small goose bumps to form on my pale skin. I part my legs. I’m wanton for his touch and this is my way of silently begging.

His fingers dip under my skirt and trail upwards. As he starts playing with my moist folds, my breath hitches. His movements become more forceful. Tilting my hips, I match his strokes, lifting my pelvis to take his finger in deeper. I can’t believe I’m allowing this in a cab with a person right in front of us. But I need this man and I need him now in this cab.

Reaching across the seat, I start to unzip his pants and then my fingers grab him. He’s rock hard and I can feel a bead of moisture on the tip. I’m not the only one who needs this. I shimmy my body away from his hand and turn my face to peer into his eyes. His pupils are huge, dilated with lust. He nods his head once and I straddle his waist, using my left hand to align him with my core. And then I slide all the way down, taking him in inch by inch.

Once all the way seated, I start to rock up and down on his thick length. My pussy feels so impossibly full and I love every second of it. My clit rubs against the seam of his jeans and I grind down on him harder, chasing the release I’m desperate for. Our gaze is locked as our breathing becomes erratic. The air leaving his mouth tickles my own. Slowly my inside walls begin to quiver as I feel the release crashing down on me.

The car jerks and a cough echoes through the small space. “We’re here,” the cab driver states.

Adam lifts me off his still hard cock and tucks himself back in. He reaches into his pocket and then swipes his card through the credit card machine on the back of the car divider. Swiftly, he pulls me out of the car. I’m so disoriented I have no idea how we got to his apartment. As soon as we are through the door, he picks me up and walks through the apartment down the hallway and into his bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, he pries my legs apart. His grip is tight and I'm positive I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

The fact turns me on even more.

His tongue begins to explore me, his breath tickling my swollen skin. I feel his mouth skimming me as he laps at my juices. He's collecting every last drop like a parched man desperate for water. He circles my clit and I can feel my walls pulsate, my release imminent. I start to quiver and shake, my screams and moans reverberating off the walls.

“I'm going to fuck your tight ass now,” he says as he starts running his cock through my drenched pussy. Then with strong hands, he flips me over, my bare ass cool against the cold air. His hands leave my body and I hear the sound of a drawer opening. From my peripheral view, I watch Adam rub his cock up and down, lubing himself to take me.

Stepping behind me, he starts to slowly work a finger inside my ass, his fingers creating a scissoring pattern, preparing me for his cock. I moan in earnest and rock back against his hand, desperate for more. He pulls out, positioning his rock hard length. I feel the tight puckered hole stretch as he slowly works his whole length inside me. He gives me a few seconds to adjust before he begins to thrust over and over again.

“God, I love fucking you deep and hard.” His hand reaches around and pinches my clit as he continues to push inside first shallow, then deep. With one final bruising thrust, I feel him shooting his load inside my ass and I follow him over the edge. My pussy contracts as his finger continues to stroke my clit until every bit of orgasm is milked out of me.

As he pulls out of my ass, I feel vacant and I hate the feeling. I think I will only be satisfied if this man is forever fucking me. He steps away and after a few seconds, I hear the water running and then a warm cloth is being rubbed against me. I melt. I completely melt.

Then it hits me.

Adam is so hot and cold because he’s two different people. Adam is tender, charming, lovable. Sir is dominant, bossy and rude. As much as I like Sir during sex, Adam is the total package. My heart is fluttering with this crazy feeling. I could fall for this man. I think I’m falling for him already.

Turning me over, he grabs my hands and pulls me towards him, crashing his lips to mine, his tongue breaching my lips and sweeping into my mouth. The kiss is heavenly. It’s as if his lips are telling me what I was thinking…

He’s falling for me, too.

It’s completely crazy. But as my mouth molds to his… as our souls fuse from this kiss, I know that all those crazy stories of insta-love are true…

Because I’m head over heels in love with this man.