Indecent...Proposal. Jane O'Reilly
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hot ache between my legs cranks up a notch. It has been annoying me all day. If I’m honest, it has been annoying me ever since I caught Scott Smithson staring at my tits. ‘You like looking at pussy?’ I ask, as I ease the hem of my skirt up to mid-thigh, flashing the lace edge of my hold-ups. I never wear tights. Probably because my bras are all a miracle of modern engineering, so I overcompensate elsewhere.
‘Looking,’ Lucas says. ‘Touching. Tasting. All the usual things.’
I ease my skirt higher. He doesn’t move from his position in the doorway. ‘What else do you like?’
‘Women who know what they want.’
‘You mean slutty women,’ I say. It doesn’t offend me. I’m used to it. Something about the combination of blonde hair, big boobs and high heels makes people think I’m easy. I don’t have a problem with that. I’ve never bought into the idea that it’s wrong for women to chase sex, to want it, that we’re somehow dirty if we want lots of sex with lots of different people and we don’t need it to mean anything.
It’s just sex.
‘No.’ He gives me that nervous smile again, and this time I notice he’s got dimples. I’ll do a lot for dimples. ‘Not at all.’
I move my legs apart, lean back on my hands and let him look. My knickers are sheer and hide nothing. ‘Like what you see?’ I lift a finger to my mouth and toy with it, let my tongue slide over it then suck it deep, like it’s a little cock.
‘Yes,’ he says. His hand is drifting in the direction of his groin, and right at that moment I am absolutely not missing Paul, or Victoria. I am thinking about Scott Smithson, though. About the way he looked at me, with my dress round my waist. About the way he said that I could have asked him.
I don’t want to think about him. I don’t want thinking about him to turn me on, but it does. I force myself to focus on Lucas, who is watching me with a growing hunger in his eyes and cupping his cock through the fabric of his trousers. ‘Naughty boy,’ I tell him, moving my knees a bit further apart. ‘Naughty, naughty boy, playing with your cock.’
He wraps his fingers around the base of his erection, and I like it. I like it a lot. ‘Maybe you should punish me,’ he says, a little shyly.
I can’t imagine Scott ever asking for that. He’d have to admit he was wrong first, and that would never happen. I beckon Lucas closer, closer. I wonder what Scott would think if he could see me now, sat on a bed that’s not mine in a flat I don’t own with my legs spread for a man I barely know. Oh, he’d be so angry, but he’d be hot, too, just like he was back at the hotel.
An image of Scott stripping off his bow tie flashes into my mind, bringing with it an immediate rush of heat to my cunt, a heat that can only be soothed with one thing. ‘On your knees,’ I tell Lucas, who immediately obeys. I ease my fingers under the gusset of my thong and pull it to the side. Lucas looks at me, dark eyes burning under half-lowered lids. ‘What are you waiting for?’ I ask. ‘Lick it!’
He exhales slowly, sets his hands to my thighs, and then he lowers his mouth to my pussy and starts to suck. His tongue is firm and hot, and I am just starting to feel my way into the stroke of it when my phone starts to chirp and vibrate in my pocket. I take it out, check the screen, more out of habit than anything else. I don’t recognise the number, which means that it’s work. All calls to the office are being redirected to me.
I glance down at Lucas, who is still busy between my thighs. I should answer it. I’m supposed to be working, not fucking. And it will only take a minute, anyway. ‘Greenway Estate Agents, Amber speaking.’
Lucas pauses. He makes a noise that sounds a bit like a laugh, and then he gets back to work. I prop my feet on his shoulders. I like the way my heels look, resting against the darkness of his sweater, my legs spread wide, his dark head between my legs. He’s watching me as I take the call, and the whole situation takes on a new, erotic dimension. A tongue in my cunt and a customer on the phone, how very delicious. What would Scott think of this? Would he get that same flush in his cheeks, I wonder, that same desperate hunger in his eyes?
‘Amber,’ says the man on the other end of the line.
My skin goes tight at the sound of that familiar voice. No. It can’t be. It just can’t be. ‘Scott.’ I try to get air. ‘How did you get my number?’ Stupid question. All he had to do was ring the office number, which is on the internet and in the phonebook.
‘Ellie gave it to me.’
Ellie being his sister and my sort of best friend. ‘Oh,’ I say, only half as an answer, half because Lucas has just discovered the entrance to my vagina, and the feel of his hot, wet tongue fucking into me takes me by surprise.
‘I thought we should talk,’ Scott says. ‘About what happened the other night.’
‘Talk?’ Apparently I can’t say more than one word at a time. Fuck me; Lucas is good with his tongue. I squirm back on the bed as he slides his tongue inside me, then moves higher, finding my clit and teasing it with his teeth.
‘Yes,’ Scott continues. He sounds irritated, as if he’s angry that he’s having this conversation with me. ‘I’m not happy with the way things were left.’
‘Right,’ I manage, as Lucas brings his fingers into play. I lie back on the bed, because sitting upright and talking are beyond me now. Two fingers. No, three. Fuck.
‘Things were said.’ Scott’s voice is deep, rough. How come I never noticed that before? It rubs over me like a calloused hand, scraping at sensitive parts of me, and I close my eyes, the sensory overload too much.
‘Yes.’ That’s more to Scott than to Lucas, but Lucas seems to think it’s for him, as he starts to finger me a little deeper. I close my eyes, my back arching against the bed. I have Lucas between my thighs, his mouth hot and skilled, Scott’s voice in my ear, and my mind is doing all sorts of crazy things. ‘Oh, god,’ I mutter, imagining that Scott isn’t at the other end of the phone, that he’s here, that it’s his mouth on my pussy, that he’s saying filthy things to me in that voice. Things like spread your legs wider, Amber and I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. I dig the fingers of my free hand into Lucas’s hair, keeping his mouth on me as my climax rolls ever closer. ‘Yes,’ I say, into the phone. ‘Oh, god, I want that.’
Lucas adds another finger, and I can’t help myself. I moan. It’s pornstar-esque, even by my standards. On the other end of the phone, Scott stops talking. He knows, I think to myself, biting down on my bottom lip. He knows. But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t end the call. ‘He’s got his mouth on my pussy,’ I say into the phone, knowing that Scott can hear me. ‘Fuck, it’s so good.’ I squirm against the mattress. ‘I’m so horny and wet right now. I really need to come. Is that okay, Scott? Is it OK if I come?’
A silence stretches out, dark and heavy.
‘Please,’ I say. ‘Please, Scott, say it’sOK.’
I get more silence, tense and erotic, as the soft flick of Lucas’s tongue drives me ever closer to the edge. I can’t get over how naughty this is, how wrong, how delicious. Perfect Scott Smithson is listening to me come. I wonder if it’s making him hard, if he’s wanking himself off on the other end of the line, then imagine him doing exactly that. ‘Oh, god,’ I say, unable to hold back now. ‘I’m coming, Scott. I’m coming. I can’t stop myself.’
My climax rushes through me, hard and uncontrollable, and I arch my back and dig my heels into the mattress as Lucas works me at that same unrelenting pace. I’d almost forgotten he was there; I was so lost in my fantasy of Scott Smithson getting off whilst listening to me.
I come back to the world slowly, to a smiling Lucas and a sense that I have just done something more wicked than anything else I’ve done before.
‘You’re even more outrageous than I realised,’ Lucas says, as his