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Okay, But Hear Me Out pt 2
He bends further over the couch and digs the tips of his fingers into my thighs, before dragging them up, lifting my skirt along with them. I let out a sigh as my eyes close again, and I wrap my hands around his upper forearms. My hips raise on their own accord without my permission. He tisks his tongue shaking his head. “You gotta keep better control than that little girl. I didn’t say you could move. We can fix that.” He slaps both hands down swiftly on my thighs and I let out a shriek. Even through my tights, you could see his hand prints forming. The sting felt fucking amazing and my skin prickled with panic and pleasure. He grabs a fist full of my hair, before stepping around the couch, pulling me forward with him. He walks me, panting and shaking to right in front of the window and pushes me down. Years of porn and smut tells me exactly what he wants me to do and what is about to happen.
As I go to my knees I am face to face with a the bulge pressing against its restraints. I don’t even try to hide my own want and lust as I try tilting my head back to look up at him.
“Goddamn,” he breaths out. He leans down and grabs me by my chin. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” He asks with a tender tone. There is something that shifts in his eyes, though. For just a moment, there is a flicker of love, not lust, before the lust returns. My skin registers the movement before my eyes do, and I wince as his hand strikes across my cheek. The sting is lighter than on my thighs, and immediately that same hand cups the tender spot, and strokes with his thumb. “That okay?” He breathes out in a whisper. I don’t move. I don’t respond. “Fuck, Sarah, was that okay?” The sexual tension evaporates into concern as he lets go of my hair and cups the other cheek.
I collect myself and look up at him with a smile and a nod. “That was fine.”
“Safe word if it’s not?”
“Safe word if it’s not,” I reply with a nod.
He nods back at me, but I can tell the look in his eyes. My past ruined the moment. “Shit, uh.” He says just kinda holding me face in his hands.
My turn.
His hands still on my cheeks, I lift my hands to his belt. My eyes stay locked on his. “You were saying how fucking beautiful I am,” I purr pulling the loop from the buckle. “How fucking dirty I am.” I lean forward, grabbing the zipper between my teeth and slide it down, still keeping my eyes on his as best as I can. It’s his turn to tremble. I gently slide his rock solid member free from its bonds. “How fucking slutty I am.” I kiss his tip as if I were greeting a long lost lover.
“Oh fuuuck,” He groans and the lust is back where I want it to be.
I lean my head forward and lick from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, and pepper a kiss once again and he lets out a breath. “Do that again.”
I obey without hesitation, using the flat of my tongue. Instead of just a kiss at the tip, I kiss, then press that glorious tip through my pursed lips.
“Fuck,” he growls and grabs the back of my head. Immediately, I open my throat as he slams his full length into my mouth. I make a soft gag noise, as my reflex muscles contract around him for a second. “Ohhhh my fucking god. Good girl.” He hisses as he slides back slightly then slams right back in. “Oh you good fucking girl. You ready?” He asks looking down at me.
I pull my head back, holding his tip with my tongue and nod with a pant before crossing my eyes. “Oh your dirty little fucking girl.”
His fist is in my hair again and he slams into me repeatedly. Fucking my throat like the good little hole that it is. His perfect little slut. Between thrusts I suck greedily at his cock, allowing the reflex to massage that thick shaft as he slams into my throat. I feel his legs tremble as his second hand comes into my hair. “Jesus fucking Christ. Ssarah. Sssarah you’re-I’m gonna.”
“Do it,” I gasp as I yank back and press my face into the curls at the base.
“Oh shit,” he pumps and hisses. Groans and grinds. “Fucking hold it. Fucking hold it, slut.” He presses with one hand, the other at the base of my chin as he holds me down. I can feel him twitching in my mouth. “Fuck…fuck…” I look up at him and wiggle the tip of my tongue against his base. “Fuck!”
He throws his head back and moans deeply as he explodes in my mouth. I don’t like cum. I don’t like swallowing. So please explain to me why the fuck this tastes so damn good.
He pants as he looks down at me stroking my cheek as I pull back gasping. A string of saliva hanging from my chin, connected to the tip of his magnificent member. He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” He asks. I simply giggle with twinkling eyes.
He smiles back at me and leans down kissing me softly. Our tongues dance for a moment before he pulls back. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I don’t even know what to say. There is a part of me that can’t say anything.
“You’re turn,” he whispers and kisses the tip of my nose. “Lay back.”
I obey without hesitation, keeping my knees up, balancing on the tips of my big toes.
“Shiiit, don’t move.” He says with a smirk as he puts his cock away before turning to one of the bookshelves. He snags up his camera then turns back to me and raises it questioningly. “Can I?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He smiles at me before raising the camera and clicks a picture. “Turn to the window. Hand on your collar bone?”
“Gonna turn this into a photo shoot?”
“I told you I’m gonna take my time. Hike your skirt.”
I turn my head back to him and lay a finger nail between my teeth before hooking the hem of my skirt with my finger and slowly drag it up. I watch as he bites his lip behind the camera. Even though I just sucked him off, his bulge is still pressing against his pants again.
“Get on your knees again. Look over your shoulder at me.”
Click
Click
Click
Different positions. I can’t help but smile as I’m loving every minute of this. He’s never actually modeled me before. It’s always just been dump pics that friends take, ya know.
“Against the window. Hand over your head.”
“Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
He smiles and lets out a chuckle. “I’m gonna paint you with handprints in a minute.”
I bite my bottom lip, look in his eyes and make a “come here” movement with my finger.
He gets that look in his eye again as he sets the camera down and walks over to me. My skirt was abandoned already, but my blouse still hung from my shoulders, my lace underwear still attached to the garter holding my tights up. He walked right up to me and I turned to him, pressing my back against the cold window. “Who’s a good girl?” He asks.
“I am daddy.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, daddy.”
He smirks and leans down to kiss me again. My hands find their way into his hair this time as our tongues dance. He suckles at my tongue again then pulls back. He presses his hand against my abdomen as he turns and walks the couple of steps to the coffee table then comes back to me with the whisky bottle in his hand. “Open.”
I tilt my head back and he pours the right amount into my mouth.
“Swallow.”
I look back at him as I do and he’s kissing me again, pressing his hips into mine. I feel as though I’m the clumsy shy teenager even though my teens years are far behind me. Like my kisses were sloppy compared to his expert movements. I could taste the nicotine and whisky on his skin. There was something about that combination. On anyone else, I would have punched. On him?
His hand in my hair pulls my head back as he bites at my jaw line, moving down to my neck. Kissing, bitting -
“Frank,” I call him by his name in warning.
He groans and nuzzles his face where my neck meets my shoulder.
“No marks!"
“Jesus you really are no fun,” he pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “I want people to know who you belong to.”
“Not where it can be seen.”
“Fine,” he groans once more while rolling his eyes.
I reach my hand into his hair again and give a little yank. “Now where were we?”
Okay, But Hear Me Out pt 1
“The fuck,” I say walking up behind my roommate, giving him a Gibbs slap to the back of the head before setting down his cup of coffee.
“Ah, the fuck!” He replies back, rubbing the spot, before happily grabbing up his cup. “Oh you’re a good girl,” he purrs.
“Thanks, daddy,” I tease back with a sultry voice. “Working on edits?"
“Yeah,” he says with a nod as he takes a sip of his coffee with a satisfied sigh. “Got a few for the website. A few for the girls.”
“Mm, the girls,” I mock with an eye roll. He clicks through some of the pictures of the boudoir shoots he had just done. “Wait, go back.” I say leaning forward.
“What,” He has asks and clicks the back arrow.
My image fills the screen. I’m sitting in a reading chair simply wearing a pair of underwear and a cropped hoodie my roommate gave me. My feet are crossed at the ankles, heel resting on the wall next to me. It’s provocative in nature, but that wasn’t the intention. I was obviously gaming and just comfortable in my own right. I look down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“This is from when you got me the camera,” My roommate says with a confused frown leaning towards the screen of his Mac. “Look at the time stamp.”
I hold the look.
He blinks and looks up at me and double takes. “What?” He asks, holding his hands innocently towards the screen.
“Look at that one often do ya?”
“No,” he says with a scoff as I walk away, not even realizing I’m wearing the same underwear, this time with a tank top. This time still pants less.
Listen, we’ve been friends for years. And we’ve lived together for while. It’s always been platonic between us. We can flirt and tease and look at each other at the end and laugh hysterically. Okay, but hear me out. He’s been the main character of all of my fantasies since day one.
I strut back over and glance over his shoulder as another picture comes up. A man with his wife. She’s proudly wearing his hand as a necklace as he bends over her, a line of liquid flowing between their mouths. I can’t help but let out a soft sigh.
“You like that?” He asks with shock looking up at me with a raised eyebrow.
“You kidding? It’s fucking sexy as hell!”
He turns his full attention to me, resting his arm on the back of the chair. “Go on.”
“A man’s job is to provide right?”
“Sure.”
“That man is providing the entire package. His hand, right? He could take her life with a slight increase of pressure, yet she’s completely trusting of him. Knowing that he will put her in her place and she’ll submit, but also knowing he won’t take it past that delicate line.” His eyes flash as he listens. “He’s providing pleasure as well as life. What is his is hers and vice versa. And she’s accepting what he has to give. It’s a woman’s dream.” I take a sip of my coffee, unknowing of his eyes traveling over my body and back to my face before he turns back to the computer screen.
“Damn,” he sighs.
“What?”
“Nothin’. Just love the way you see the world,” he flashes me a knee buckling smirk.
I beam back at him proudly. “I’ve got trial later so don’t wait up for me.”
“Pfft, I don’t give a shit when you’re home.” He scoffs.
“Yeah okay,” I snort. Truth is, we care for each other. In that Italian and Irish way. What people would think is an insult is a term of endearment between us. Neither one of us turn in for the night until the other is home.
I sigh heavily as I walk through the door later that evening. Trail was a bitch, but I survived. Fucking defense attorneys man. Especially the one we were up against. I stepped out of my heals and wiggled my toes before realizing the living room was darker than normal. I blinked up in confusion. Soft music was playing and there were a few of my candles lit and scattered about. A scotch glass and bottle sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. I smiled to myself as I walk over and sit down, reaching down to rub the center of my foot.
My breath hitches as a hand wraps around my throat and gently, yet firmly, pulls me back against the couch. I let my head fall and look up. This has to be a dream. I’m not looking into those ocean eyes. My roommate is so not standing over like this. He tilts his head down and nudges my lips with the tip of his nose. No, fucking, way. My chin falls and my mouth opens. His thumb strokes the side of my neck as he trickles whisky from his mouth into mine. A fire seeps through me, and rests heavily between my thighs and my leg trembles from it. I hear the last little trickle and go to close my mouth to swallow the liquid fire.
“No,” he growls and then his mouth is on mine.
There is a want there. A lust that is beyond feral. A hunger that is rooted deep in somewhere I didn’t know about. Our tongues dance and I make a small squeak as I try to swallow.
His grip on my throat tightens as he breaks the kiss. “Don’t you fucking do it,” he growls against my lips, before nipping at my lower one. “Don’t you fucking swallow until I say you can.”
Listen, I could have came right at that moment. Fuck his rules. But I’m a good girl. And he knows that.
I smirk and hold the liquid suspended in my mouth as I nod.
“Goooood girl,” he purrs, drawing the syllables out. “Don’t. Move.”
His words are chains weighing down each of my limbs as his mouth drops back into mine.
He suckles at my tongue. Bites at my bottom lip. All while growling, his thumb stroking the small heart beat in my throat. My chest hitches as I struggle to breathe, timing my inhales and exhales between the breaks of the passion. His free hand glides across my collar bone and I can’t help but let out a whimper.
“Oh what was that?” He whispers against my swollen lips. “Did you say something?” He nudges his nose against my cheek as he tucks his hand beneath my blouse.
I shake my head.
“No?” He asks, nipping at my earlobe and my eyes flutter shut as he trails the tips of his fingers across the rounded tops of my breasts.
“Uhn uhn,” I whimper around the whisky.
The tips of his fingers slide into my bra and electricity courses to my toes as they curl.
“Poor little baby,” he coos as his forefinger and thumb clamp on my nipple. “Such a hard day at the office.”
“Uh uh-huh.”
“Swallow,” he growls and releases my neck without removing his hand.
I close my mouth and swallow and suck in a hiss as he pinches and twists my nipple.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling back and watching his hand beneath my blouse. “Tell me, baby, is there a puddle on the sofa yet?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes what?” He pinches and jerks his fingers off my nipple.
I gasp, “Yyes daddy.”
“Oooh good girl,” He coos bringing his fingers back to the sensitive nipple. He gently circles it before he moves to the next. “Mmm look at you. Pretty as a picture.”
Picture. My eyes slowly open and I glance at the window wall across from the couch. Yes our apartment is several stories up. Yes there are other people in the building across from ours. Yes they could possibly see into our apartment. “Daddy,” I whimper.
“Mm?” He looks down at me then looks towards the window and smirks darkly. “Oh it looks like we’ll have a little audience.” He pulls his hand from my blouse and presses my knee, spreading my legs open. “Let them see my little porn star.”
“No,” I say twisting my head out of his grasp and look him in the eyes. “I work for a law firm. No.”
He rolls his eyes with a sigh. “It’s one way.”
“I don’t give a - what?”
“It’s a one way glass. No one can actually see into the window.”
I frown at him and look back at the window. “Swear?”
“I’m not gonna jeopardize you like that. Besides, you walk around this place naked. Regularly. What’s the difference?”
“I do not!” I snip. “I wear underwear. Plus that’s different.”
“What? You don’t get turned on thinking of someone watching us?” He asks giving me a look.
I open my mouth to reply, but a blush creeps across my cheeks.
“Seeing what a dirty little girl you are?” He asks with that deep, sultry growl. My eyes linger up to his lips for a moment then up to his eyes as he learns down, resting his forearms on the back of the couch. “Showing off that ass. Mm those tits.” He bites his lower lip as he looks at mine then back to my eyes with a smirk. “You want them to see you.”
I tremble beneath his gaze.
“Don’t you?”
I look back at his lips and nod.
“Good girl. Let’s show them what only I get to touch. Lean back, little girl.”
I sink back against the couch, hands resting on the cushion next to my side.
“Spread,” he growls.
I slowly exhale as I spread my legs as far as my pencil skirt will allow. My heart hammered against my chest.
“Let’s show them more,” he reaches down and rips my blouse open, the lace black bra underneath exposed in all it’s glory. I gasp turning my head away. His hand is immediately on my neck again, forcing my head back to the window. “Uhn uh. Let them see you. Let them know that the little paralegal all innocent in court is a fucking slut.” I can just make out his reflection in the window as he yanks one cup lower, making my back arch off the couch before he does the same to the other. “Let them know,” his grip tightens and my mouth falls open. “That she’s dirty.” He slaps one of my breasts, just clipping the sensitive nipple. I squeak. “That she’s kinky.” He slaps the other and I jolt up before he pushes me back down. “And she’s all mine.” He slides both hands down and firmly grasps hold of my breasts. “Isn’t she?”
“Yes daddy,” I whimper, panting.
“Good girl. I’m gonna take my time with this, you know that right?”
“Yes daddy.”
“And I’m not gonna stop.”
“No daddy.”
“No matter how hard you beg me?” He asks giving me a testing look. I give him a glare and he chuckles. “You’re no fun. Safe word?”
“Ragamuffin,” I reply with a smirk.
He looks at me confused, mouthing the word before rolling his eyes with a smirk. “Fucking nerd.”