“Did you, since…since last night?” I asked, rising off the toilet lid and moving to the side so he could take my place.
He sat down, sinking low so he was perched on the very edge, his feet framing me on either side, braced on the tub, head tipped back to rest on the wall above the toilet’s tank. He was relaxed, physically, but I could see the anticipation in the glint in his eyes and the tension in his muscles.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I did.”
I knelt in front of him. I was thinking about all the videos I’d watched in which the actress went to her knees; usually, almost always, she ended up using her mouth. I wondered what it would taste like, feel like? To have him in my mouth? What does flesh taste like? I’ve kissed lips, but that’s it. I shook the thought away, filed it away for later perusal.
“What did you…what did you think about?” I asked. “Is that too personal a question?”
He shook his head. “I’m an open book, babe. Ask me anything.” His gaze was hot and hard. “What would you think if I told you I thought about you?”
I couldn’t look away from his intense brown eyes. “I don’t know. Partially I’d be flattered. Maybe a little embarrassed. And…” I shrugged and broke the stare. “Also, maybe a little…turned on.” I forced my eyes to his again. “Didyou?”
“Started to. This morning. I was in the shower, and I thought about you, last night. Making you come. Touching your hot wet little pussy. Kissing you. The glimpses of your tits I’d gotten. I started to imagine touching you. Kissing you. Getting my hands and mouth on those fuckin’ amazing tits of yours, making you come a few more times.”
“You started to,” I prompted. “Is that how you…how you finished?”
He shook his head. “Nah. It felt…I didn’t want to…I dunno how to put it. Cheapen you? Does that make any sense? Whacking off to you just felt…wrong, somehow. Dunno why.”
“What did you…what did you think about to make yourself come?”
“Just…sex. Not anyone specific.” He hesitated. “Although, now that I’ve seen more of you, I think maybe it was still you.”
“It wouldn’t feel cheap or wrong to me, if you thought about me. I wouldn’t mind.” I grasped him. Stroked him, staring into his eyes. “It would be…it would be erotic, knowing you were touching yourself and thinking about me. What would you think about, what would you imagine?”
“Jesus, Eva. Gettin’ kinda bold, huh?”
“A little, maybe. Is that okay?”
His expression was fierce, wild. “Fuck yeah. Be bold, Eva. Take what you want. From me, from life, from everyone. I don’t mean run roughshod over everyone, but…it’s okay to get what you want. To live your life your way, to take what you want for yourself, as long as you’re not hurting others in the process.” He inhaled sharply as I started caressing his thick length in a quickening rhythm, one hand sliding tip to base, faster and faster. “You, being bold, talking dirty, it turns me on, Eva.”
“Okay, then. Tell me, Baxter,” I said, watching his face as I stroked him. “What would you imagine, if you masturbated while thinking about me?”
“Your tits, obviously. I would think about getting you naked. Touching you like I did in your room.” He gritted his teeth, sucked in a breath, tensed, and then kept speaking, clearly struggling to hold on, now. “I’d…shit. I’d think about you riding my cock. Fucking you. Making those sweet, lush titties of yours bounce all over the place. Watching you come all over my dick, screaming my name as I pounded into you.”
I felt myself clench, and quake, my thighs pressing together. My core throbbed. The image was so potent, so powerful. I could almost—almost—see it: Baxter beneath me, his body huge and brutally beautiful and so powerful, and I would have him inside me, and I would be riding him like—well, like a porn star.Fuckinghim; oh god…that thought, that dirty phrase just flitted through my head so easily, so naturally, and it felt so good to think it.
“You want to…fuck me, Baxter?” I asked, and I didn’t recognize the purr in my voice, the husky, aroused tone, the dirty words, even as I relished the knowledge that thiswasme, talking this way, doing these things.
I had Baxter’s cock in my hands and because ofmytouch he was moments from having an orgasm. And maybe, later, he would do more dirty, delightful things to me.
He growled. “I swear to Christ, Evangeline, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire goddamn life.” He sucked in a breath, and his hips flexed, pivoting upward as I stroked him, tilting in time with my stroking hands. “Fuck,fuck, I’m close, Eva.”
“Do you think I will like it, when you fuck me?” I asked.
He groaned deeply, through gritted teeth, and could only answer in gasps. “I’d…I’d make sure. I’d make you come so hard, so many times…and then…oh shit, shit—I think it would be the best…oh god, oh fuck—I think I might be creating a monster.” His eyes flicked open, pierced mine. “I think you’ve got a wild side, Eva.”
“What if I do?”
“Let it out, baby. Let that beast out to play.” His fingers dug into his thighs, dimpling the muscle until his knuckles went white.
I used both hands, now. One on top of the other, sliding up and down in unison, and the faster I stroked him, the more violently his hips tilted.
“Fuck,” he snarled, low, under his breath, eyes squeezing shut. “Gonna come in a second, Eva.”
I breathed out shakily. “Good. Don’t hold back, Baxter. Don’t ever hold back with me.”
“No?” He opened his eyes and stared at me. “Touch my sac. Gently. Just…play with ’em a little. It’ll—oh…awwwshit—it’ll feel good for me. I’m so close now. You can jerk me hard, now. Harder, faster.”
