Blurred Lines (Watching Her)

Blurred Lines

By Scarlett Metal

Copyright © 2013 by Scarlett
Metal

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in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is
coincidental and not intended by the author.

The
following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations.
It is intended for adult readers.

Edited
by Cynthia Heidke.

Dedication:

This book is dedicated to my
husband, Mr. Metal. One day we will have live on that ranch out west.

Blurred Lines

By

Scarlett Metal

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Gorgeous,”
Brett said as we lay in bed after yet another night of fabulous sex. I reached
up to grab his hand on his arm that was around my shoulders. I loved the way my
tiny hand fit so perfectly in his.

“But I do want to,” I said, hooking my
leg over his as I nestled up against him. Brett wanted to take me to a swingers
club. We’d talked about it for a few weeks now and while I was no longer the sexually
sheltered girl I’d been when he met me, this exploration was new to me. He was
good at talking to me about it all though--asking me what I wanted, what my
fantasies were. He made me feel comfortable enough to share anything with him.

He’d brought up going the swingers club
when recently I’d told him I’d thought about being with a girl while he
watched. After he watched me have sex with his friend Sebastian, I thought this
was something else hot we could try. I’d never done it before and the idea of
doing it while Brett was there made me hot. His kink to watch me was quickly
complimented by my newly found kink to be watched. He was on board with me
being with another girl; he’d watched me with his best friend for God’s sake. The
night I told him about this fantasy, he’d fucked me hard and made me come so
many times, I had to finally beg him to stop. Of course then he just fucked me more.

He never made me do anything I wasn’t
ready for or didn’t want to do, but since I confessed this, he mentioned going
to this swingers club he was a member of more than once. He hadn’t been there since
we started dating, but said it would be a good place to safely find what I
might be looking for.

I ran my hand down his smooth chest,
admiring the tattoos that covered his body. My hand stopped at his nipple,
teasing the ring that hung there. I loved his nipple rings, especially flicking
them with my tongue. Doing that to him long enough usually drove him to attack
me, which was what I was wanted.

He groaned and clutched my hand. “Mmm,
ready for more, huh?” he asked with a sly grin.

I was always ready for round two - or
three, or more even – with Brett. He’d awakened a sexual hunger in me I had no
idea existed. He joked about being my sexual ‘liberator’.

I smiled up at him and moved my hand to
tease the other nipple. “Always,” I murmured, leaning down to run my tongue
around his nipple, eliciting a groan from his lips. My other hand trailed down
his stomach, brushing against his already hardening cock.

“Careful, Lizzie,” he warned me. “You
know if you tease me, you get it back ten times worse.”

“I know,” I answered slyly, my fingers
encircling his growing shaft, my tongue continuing to tease his nipple, playing
with the ring there.

“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching down to
grab my ass, his nails digging into my sensitive flesh. “What you do to me...” A
thrill ran through me hearing his words. The things he did to me were utterly
amazing and I loved that I could do the same for him.

My thumb slid up to the head of his
erection, spreading the pre-cum that had already leaked out, all around the
head, stopping to tease the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. Leaning
further down, I swiped my tongue across the tip, tasting his saltiness. He
shivered and moaned my name.

“That’s it, now you asked for it,” he
said, flipping me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. I laughed and
pretended to struggle as he straddled me, his cock, now rock hard, pressing
into my stomach. I squeezed my thighs together, thinking about the way he felt
inside me, the way he filled and stretched me. I had a feeling he was going to
make me wait for that now.

He looked down at me, his chocolate
brown eyes even darker than usual. “You know I don’t like when you tease me so
now I’m going to tease you. Pay back’s a bitch.” He leaned down so his face was
inches from mine. “I’m going to go down on you now, use my tongue and fingers
on you until you almost come, then stop.” I let out a whimper; I didn’t like
that game. “I’m going to do that over and over until you are begging me to let
you come, until you are dripping wet all over the bed so that we have to change
the sheets. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

I moaned and writhed beneath him. I was almost
sorry I teased him – almost.

“Here’s the deal though,” he said, still
holding my hands above my head. “I’m going to let go, but I expect you to keep
your hands up here. If you move them, I’ll stop, and you won’t come at all. Got
it?”

I nodded. There was no way I wasn’t
going to come after all of this. I wasn’t going to move my arms for anything.

“Good,” he said, smiling as he slowly
released my hands. I kept them above me, my body bowing off the bed slightly as
he slid down and settled between my legs.

He spread my thighs wide with his hands
and studied my bare sex. “So wet and swollen already,” he muttered. “Some girl
is going to love to go down on you.”

The picture of another girl between my
legs, doing the things to me Brett did, made my sex clench. The idea of Brett
watching another girl go down on me had my already boiling blood now on fire.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue
along my drenched slit. “Mmm...and you taste so good,” he said. “But I really
can’t wait to watch you go down on someone. I want to watch you lick a girl’s
pussy until she comes all over your face.”

“Brett!” I said, lifting my head up off
the pillow to look down at him. My body was visibly trembling now. He’d barely
touched my pussy yet and I already was so close to the edge. This was going to
be torture.

“What’s the matter? Can give it, but
can’t take it, huh?” he chuckled and blew softly on my sensitive flesh.

I let out a cry of frustration,
remembering not to move my arms from above my head. He spread my lower lips
wider and licked me again, this time applying more pressure. He moved up, down,
and all around my clit, but never touched it. It was throbbing now, pulsing
with need.

My body arched up off the bed as he
thrust his tongue inside me, deep in my cunt. I bit my lip, fighting the urge
to reach down to hold his face tight against my pussy. He wasn’t kidding when
he said he would stop and I needed to come. He fucked me with his tongue,
moving in and out of my tight hole. I tried to grind my hips against his nose,
needing the pressure on my clit so I could come.

He pulled away from me. “No, you can’t
come, remember?” he reminded me sternly. “Not until I say.”  He slid two
fingers inside my pussy, my warm walls clenching around his long digits.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed
my eyes. My nipples were tight with desire and I was aching to reach down and
pull on them while he went down on me. I couldn’t though; he would stop and not
let me come.

My eyes flew up as he wrapped his lips
around my clit and sucked it gently while his fingers moved in and out of me. He
scraped it with his teeth, causing me to nearly come undone.

Again, he stopped, pulling away from me.
I lifted my head with a growl of frustration. “Brett! Stop it! Please.” I
exclaimed, my fingers gripping the bed sheets, pulling them up in my tight
fists.

“Are you sure you want me to stop,
Lizzie?” He whispered, his lips on my thigh.

“Stop fucking teasing me!” I said
emphatically, my head falling back down on the pillow.

“I told you what would happen if
you
teased
me
,” he said softly, sticking out his tongue and running it over my
swollen sex.

“I’m sorry, ok?” I said. I needed to
come so bad right now I would promise him my first born if he asked. “Please, I
need to come,” I pleaded with him.

“Mmmm…Poor girl. I should let you come,
huh?” he asked, sliding three fingers deep inside me.

My hips came up off the bed. “Yes,
please,” I said, my voice broken. I squeezed my eyes shut while he started to
move his fingers slowly in and out of me. The sound of him fucking me with his
fingers filled the room and I could feel the orgasm build again.

“I’m going to suck on your clit now and
make you come. I want you to scream my name. I want the neighbors to hear you. I
want them to know how I make you feel.”

I bit my lip and nodded. There would be
no problem screaming when I came; this one was going to be off the charts. My
thighs were shaking and desire licked at my lower belly. My nipples ached, my
whole body needing release. He leaned forward and took my throbbing nub into
his mouth. He sucked gently, his fingers still inside me.

I cried out his name over and over while
my orgasm exploded in waves from my head to my toes. I reached down and grabbed
his head, pulling it into me as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I totally
forgot about his command to keep my hands above my head. He never stopped
sucking, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face.

I shuddered one last time and he planted
a kiss on the inside of my thigh before moving. I was still trembling when he
came up beside me and gathered me in his arms.

“See what happens when you tease me?” he
asked with a grin. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.

I just nodded. I didn’t trust my voice
yet. Every time I think I’ve had the world’s best orgasm, Brett manages to top
it. I swore one day he was going to kill me with pleasure--not a bad way to go
though.

“We can check out the club tomorrow
night. If it happens, it happens. I don’t want to force anything, ok?” he
asked, his hand stroking my arm. “Now how about a shower?”

He slid from the bed and held out a
hand. I wasn’t so sure I trusted my legs yet. I took his hand and stood up
slowly. With his help, I managed to stand up by the edge of the bed.

He leaned into me. “Now I’m going to
fuck you in the shower,” he whispered, his lips on my ear.

I let out a gasp, speechless. It still
blew me away when he talked to me like that. I loved it, but I’d never been
with anyone so bold.

I watched him walk to the bathroom. He
had the most perfect, firm ass. I loved all the tattoos on his back and had
spent more than one night tracing them with my tongue until he pinned me down
to fuck me.

“Coming, Gorgeous?” he turned around and
asked me, flashing me that smile that gave me butterflies.

I licked my lips and nodded. I walked to
the bathroom with a smile playing on my lips. Yep, he was definitely going to
kill me with pleasure.

***

I smoothed my hands on my skirt and
checked myself in the bathroom mirror one more time. When Brett and I played
out our fantasies, I usually let him pick what I wore. Tonight it was a red dress.
It was strapless and dangerously low. It was tight enough for me to dance
without falling out, but low enough to draw plenty attention from the amount of
cleavage it showed. The skirt was tight and came to mid thigh. I couldn’t bend
over without showing a peek of my ass. I chose some black simple heels to
complete the outfit.