Watch Me (An Erotic Short Story) (3 page)

Chapter
Six

Lana
grabbed
Ethan’s
hand and led him into the
dressing
room. She barely stepped inside before he had her pinned up against the wall. His mouth crushed down on hers
, punishing her for
the long
day of torture
.

It was a hungry kiss. It was
greedy and demanding and
full of all the pent
-
up
longing
he’d endured
because of her
.

Lana
parted her lips and he swept his tongue inside.
He
caressed h
er
tongue with h
is
own, driving h
er
into a frenzy of need. She ran her hands up under his shirt and scraped her nails over his hardened nipples.

He growled like a wild animal and ripped his shirt off over his head. Her fingers were already at the waist of his jeans, popping the button free and pushing down the zipper. The jeans slid down to bunch at his ankles and he kicked
them off along with
his shoes
.
He
gasped when she ran her hand over his length through the thin fabric of his boxer
s.

Wasting no time, Lana
tugged at the elastic waistband and his cock sprang free. He was long and hard and she licked her lips at the sight of him. She sank to her knees and looked up at him with hooded eyes. He whimpered
as s
he curled her fingers around the base and slid him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the shaft, she slid forward until the tip bumped the back of her throat. She slid back and started all over again
, moving her lips along his
skin
.

Ethan’s body clenched tight,
the tension building
deep
in his muscles.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and w
ith the willpower of a saint, pulled out of the wet, warmth
of her mouth and yanked her up.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Lana
pulled her shirt over her head and there it was. The red bra she’d taken into the dressing room
earlier
. It was identical to the one she had put on the mannequin but it looked a hell of a lot hotter on her.

Slowly, s
he unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper. A smile spread across her lips and he fisted his hands at his sides. She was drawing out every movement
on purpose
just to torture him.

He folded his arms over his chest and waited. S
he
shrugged,
turned around
and p
eeled off her jeans
with a shimmy and a shake of her voluptuous ass
.

Sweet Jesus,
s
he was wearing the matching thong, too.
Ethan
gulped
and
he found himself kneeling down
to have a closer look. He leaned forward and p
ress
ed
a kiss
to the
triangle of fabric sitting right above her ass crack
. He exhaled and his hot breath caressed between her l
egs.

She squirmed and he stood back up
, turned her toward him
and kissed her.
They explored each other’s mouths and sucked and nipped each other’s lips.

Ethan reached down and
slid his palm over her mound, pushed
the scrap of material
aside
and plunged two fingers in
side
her.
Just like he’d hoped, she was already wet for him and more than ready to welcome his
cock
inside.

Lana
gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

“When you changed into these earlier, did you touch yourself?”
he bit out.

She
pulled back and
searched his face but didn’t answer.

He shoved his fingers deeper and she cried out. She was tight and, oh, so wet.
“Did you?”

“
N-n
o.”
Her voice caught, but he knew she was telling the truth.

Slowly, he slid his fingers in and out, the friction building up the orgasm lurking inside her.

“Did you pi
n
ch your nipples and think of me?”
he asked gruffly.

“
No.
I thought of you, but I didn’t touch myself. I promise.”

“Good
,
”
he said, sounding pleased.

He
pulled out his fingers and
slapped her on
the
ass. “That was for flirting with
those
other men today
.”

Lana
let out a squeal of delight and he swatted the other cheek. “And
that
was for your little mannequin striptease.”

She clung to him and giggled
, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest
.
“I thought you might appreciate that.”

“Damn
it
. You had me so hard
today
it hurt.”

“Good,” she said smugly
and patted his cheek
.
“Here’s your reward.” Lana
turned around, bent over and planted her legs wide apart.

Ethan
smoothed his hands over her now rosy cheeks
, spread them apart and slid his cock
deep
into her heat.
Her muscles closed around him like a fist and he shuddered. Grabbing her by the hips, he pumped inside her one, two, three times. He eased out slowly and paused to catch his breath.

Lana
moaned and pushed back against him, burying him to the hilt.
He pulled out, she pushed back and he watched as his cock disappeared into her again.

Ethan
reached around, found her clit and
gently
stroked the sensitive nub. She put her hand over his and guided him with just the right amount of pressure.

Her
pussy
squeezed tightly around hi
s sex.
When he finally lost control and gave into his need,
he knew
she would milk him for all he was worth. His balls tightened up close to his body and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Wait,” he grunted and
stilled his hips
.
Just as fast as he’d entered her, he pulled out again and spun her around to face him. His cock
bobbed between them,
glisten
ing
with their juices.

Taking her from behind was sensational, but seeing those beautiful tits in his face while he slammed into her would be even better.

S
he whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. Before she could protest, he
shoved
her up against the wall.

“I want to see your face when I come inside you.”

He
yanked down the bra’s lacy cups and her breasts spilled out. He bent down and
gave
them
equal attention, sucking one nipple to a hard point and then the other until they were
both
shiny with his saliva.

Ethan
cupped her buttocks
and
lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles in place.
He slid into her opening and Lana’s
eyes fluttered closed
.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Her eyes flew open and she smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued pumping into her with quick, deep strokes.
Their bodies slapped together inside and out.

The friction was delicious and fingers of satisfaction curled in his belly.
His
skin beaded with sweat and she started to slide out of his grip
, but he held tight using the wall as leverage
.

“Oh, Ethan!” she gasped.

Her orgasm crashed over her, causing her inner muscles to contract around him
, bringing him to the brink
.

With a final thrust,
he joined her in his own release and
emptied himself into her
quivering center
with a grunt.
“Lana!” he gr
oaned
.

Her limbs went limp and he lowered them down onto the bench seat. He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her temple.

Lana
nuzzled into his neck and let out a contented sigh.
“I’ve wanted you to do that all day.”

“
Mmm
,” he murmured.

“It just about killed me to wait
around
all
day
, wondering
when you were finally going to come over and ravish me
,” she said
.
“
You never told me
when
it was going to happen.
”

“Believe me, I wanted to hours ago, but there were too many people around. I think
i
t was a good idea
, though
.”

She giggled and playfully punched his arm. “It was
your
idea
, Ethan
.”

“Yeah,” he agreed smugly. “
It was even better than that time at your sister’s wedding.
”

She smiled at the memory.
“So, what are we going to do
tomorrow
?”

“I don’t know yet. Let’s talk about it
on the drive home
.”

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About the Author

Rachelle Vaughn loves reading and writing all genres of romance, attending rock concerts and watching entirely too much television.

She lives in California where she is at work on her next novel.

Visit her website at rachellevaughn.com.

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