Authors: Jess Dee
Cool as a cucumber. How did she do that? Act as though nothing in the world bothered her while he was burning up at about a million freaking degrees. Tonight she showed no hint of the woman who’d blushed more than once last night. “I received an email this morning.”
“And?”
The buzz continued. Soft. Barely audible. “You need to read it.” He turned his laptop so the screen faced her.
“Why don’t you read it for me?” Melissa shifted her hand so the tip of the blue and white object she held slipped beneath the lapel of her jacket.
Her vibrator.
A sleek, chic, stylish vibrator intended purely for a woman’s pleasure. “I’m…a little busy here.”
Ben swallowed again, only this time his throat was dry as a bone, which only increased his discomfort.
Jesus, fuck.
The lapels of her jacket quivered. Color rose in her cheeks, and her pupils dilated.
Ben stifled a groan and pressed a hand to his balls, desperately trying to ease the strain there.
What the hell had happened to his straight-laced colleague? Could she have a twin sister he’d never known about? An identical twin who only came out to play at night? And so much for his plans to take control of the reins tonight. Yeah, she’d “obeyed” him and brought along the vibe. But instead of him using it to torment her, she was the one doing the tormenting.
He should have known she’d up the ante. She’d never have just heeded his instruction. Melissa would have looked at every possible way she and he could utilize the vibrator, and settled on choosing the one that would get the best response—from both of them.
She gave him an enquiring look. “The email?”
Ah, right. The email. He’d forgotten all about it. “You sure you don’t want to see it for yourself?” It might be less embarrassing for her if she read it.
“Quite sure.” She edged the vibe over to her other breast.
Okay, well, he’d given her the choice. He turned the computer back around. “It’s short. A couple of lines. That’s all.” Christ, he’d about give his left testicle to see her slip her hand inside her skirt.
“I’m listening.”
Was she? Her eyes had closed, and her color had heightened even further.
“It’s from a, uh, friend of mine.”
“Mm hm?”
“He works close by. In the building next door.”
Ever so sensually, she tucked her knickers in her pocket and popped the buttons of her jacket, treating Ben to the unhindered sight of those exquisite breasts being tormented by the vibrator. Her nipples stood taut and hard, two perfect peaks begging to be kissed.
Ben sucked in a breath and thanked God for the darkness outside. Although a part of him, a very small part, almost wished light would glimmer through the two windows behind him. “His office overlooks mine.”
“That’s nice,” Melissa said, definitely distracted. She lowered the hand with the toy in it so it trailed down over her belly, vibrating over her skin. Goosebumps covered every visible inch of her flesh.
And his. The non-visible bits too.
For long seconds he couldn’t talk. All he could do was watch as she did what he’d desperately wanted her to do. She slipped the toy beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her arm moved slowly and then stopped.
Melissa moaned.
He had no doubt whatsoever the vibrator now rested against her clit. Ben forgot to breathe.
Her skirt quivered.
“So, you going to read it or not?”
At least she had the presence of mind to ask. He had not an intelligible thought in his head. He cleared his throat and forced himself to concentrate on the screen.
“
Benny Boy
…”
Melissa’s mouth twitched in the makings of a smile. “Benny Boy?”
“A nickname.” He frowned. “Not the point of the email.” But he appreciated the half smile anyway.
“Okay, go—
Oh…God
!”
She arched her back, pushing her chest out in the process, displaying those exquisite breasts in all their aroused glory, telling Ben the vibe had touched a sensitive spot. “G-go on.”
Goddamned lucky vibrator.
“
Benny Boy
,” he read, his voice so hoarse he had trouble articulating the words. “
That was quite some show you put on last night. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Same time tonight?”
Melissa froze. She opened both eyes, staring at him in silence.
So quiet was she, the subdued sounds of the vibrator seemed to hum through the office.
“He saw us together.” Ben eyed her carefully, looking for any hint of a reaction. “Watched everything we did to each other.”
Her gaze skittered away from him to the window behind his chair, but other than that she did not respond.
Surprising. Maybe she hadn’t registered his words. He went for a more blunt approach. “He saw me go down on you. Watched me lick your pussy.”
Her gaze did not move from the window, and her lack of reaction worried him. He’d expected horror. Shame. Embarrassment. He got nothing of that.
“He stood there, looking through his window, the one directly opposite mine, when I stuck my tongue in your cunt.”
She trembled, but still said not a word. Although she did whimper, and the sound sent shivers over his skin.
“He was there, with us, when I fucked you. He watched you come apart. Watched me climax inside you. He saw it all. Every last thing. He saw every dirty act we indulged in.”
A soft gasp escaped her. She closed her eyes as she jerked, as though a sharp jolt had just gone through her body.
Shock?
Her head fell back and several more jolts shuddered through her. A keening sound filled the air. She grabbed the doorpost with her free hand.
Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus.
Not shock. Not even close to shock.
Melissa was coming. Orgasming before his eyes. A real pleasurable orgasm, if the expression of rapture and the flush on her breasts and her neck were anything to go by. An orgasm brought about by the combination of his disclosure and her vibrator.
The woman had gotten off on hearing that someone had seen them last night.
Not just someone. Will.
Chapter Four
Ben swallowed hard, watching as tremors raced over her body, giving her time to come down from the high. He counted to ten, forcing back the desire that pitched tumultuously in his own groin.
When his breathing was under full control and he believed he could talk in a voice that would not resemble the growl of a bear, he spoke to her. “It’s interesting. You never struck me as the type to get off on being watched.” Delivered in a cool and calm demeanor. The exact opposite of how he felt.
“Apparently I never struck you as the type to seduce a colleague at work either.” Melissa opened her eyes, looked at him with a gaze a good shade darker than usual and smiled. Her nipples stuck out proudly, evidence of the orgasm that had just ripped through her. Silence filtered through the room, telling him she’d switched off the vibe. “You have a lot to learn about me.”
That he did. He wanted to learn everything about her. “Apparently. You willing to share anything else?” He’d take any scraps at this point. Anything she was willing to throw out to him.
“All in good time.” Her gaze flickered away from his, back to the window. “Is…is he there now?”
Ah, Will. She was finally asking about him. He didn’t turn around. “Is there light coming from his office?”
She shook her head. “It’s dark.”
“Then he’s not there.”
“Pity.”
Ben took a sharp breath. Pity? “What if he was there?”
Melissa slipped her hand from her skirt, still holding the vibe. She stepped forward, heading straight to the window, where she trailed her fingers down it, from the top to the bottom. “I’d wave. Say hello.”
“And then?” Close the blinds?
She did not avert her gaze, keeping it pinned on the darkness outside. “And then I’d lean into the window, like this.” She twisted, resting the vibe on the window sill, right between her hands.
From this angle, Ben could see nothing but her jacket gaping open. Melissa’s breasts were invisible to him, but if Will were sitting in his office, he’d be treated to a delectable view. Thank fuck he wasn’t. Ben was in no mood to share. And thank fuck his window was hidden from the rest of the building. Will watching Melissa was one thing. But if anyone else had a view of her, he suspected he might want to kill them.
“And I’d shove my arse back like this.” She shuffled her lower body back a step or two, so her spine arched and her slender rump stuck out appealingly. “Then I’d ask how you got to know the man in the office opposite you well enough for him to call you Benny Boy.”
Ah, so now she wanted to talk? Fine by him. The more they spoke, the better he could get to know her. Ben licked his lips, his mouth dry from desire. “Ya know, if you tugged your skirt up above your hips, I might be tempted to tell you the answer.”
Melissa studied him in silence. And then she wriggled her hips, tugging on her skirt with her left hand. Inch by torturous inch she exposed first her silken thigh, then her garters and finally her naked arse.
It took a good few seconds before Ben‘s heartbeat slowed enough for him to stop shaking viciously.
Before pushing out of his seat, Ben removed a condom from his drawer and pocketed it. Seconds later he stood behind her, devouring her with his gaze. He took in every silken inch of those endless, toned legs and swallowed at the promise of what lay hidden between them.
He trailed a finger between the curves of her butt, feathering it down over her pussy, and just as he suspected, he found her folds were hot, slippery and wet.
“Will is a friend. We met about eight months ago. Waved at each other through our windows.” Ben knew Melissa deserved to hear the full story, especially after discovering Will had seen them last night. What Ben hadn’t expected was
wanting
to share such a personal piece of his life with her. “He’s a decent guy. Not bad looking, or so I’ve been told. A little taller than me. In his early thirties. Blond hair, blue eyes. A soccer player in his spare time. And the thing is…” He hesitated for a heartbeat. “Will and I? We like to share women. Like to fuck them…at the same time.”
A jolt went through Melissa, and this time Ben knew it wasn’t an orgasm. It was shock. “W-what did you say?”
“You need me to repeat it?”
She didn’t turn around, didn’t look at him. “In detail!”
“Hand me your vibe first.”
Melissa didn’t move.
“Well, okay, then.” Ben gave a nonchalant shrug and slapped her lightly on her rump, enjoying their power play. “No worries. Get yourself dressed, and I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
He might sound as if he didn’t care, but his stomach twisted at the thought of her pushing her skirt back down and walking away. They’d come too far to end things now. Ben wasn’t ready to let her go.
With a soft whimper, Melissa relented. She grabbed the toy and handed it to him.
Vibrators sure had come a long way since the Rabbit. This one looked like an elegant sculpture one might want to display on a mantelpiece. It quivered to life with a soft hum. “Nice.”
Ben let the toy vibrate over her buttocks.
“Tell me about Will.”
Like he’d done with his finger earlier, Ben trailed the vibe between her butt cheeks over her delectable-looking hole and lower. He settled the tip at the very spot where her juices glistened between her lips.
Melissa gasped.
“Will likes to watch. Likes to see a woman take her pleasure before he gets involved.”
Melissa groaned and clenched her pussy lips, relaxed them, clenched them again and twisted her hips, as though trying to take the vibe in deeper.
Ben refused her the satisfaction. He held it where it was, the tip teasing her wet opening. Her reaction to the gentle torment was a heady aphrodisiac. Blood pounded in his temple. In his cock.
“Play with your clit, sweetness, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“S-sweetness?”
“It’s more affectionate than Mel. And watching you squirm like this? Watching your pussy begging for more? It’s bringing up all sorts of affectionate feelings inside me.” Nope, the shy blush that had reddened her cheeks last night was the real reason he’d thought to call her sweetness.
With a strangled sob, Melissa spread her legs wider and moved her hand between her thighs. He couldn’t see much, but from the way her pussy pulsed, he knew she’d found her clit. He inched the tip of the vibe inside her and was gratified by the way her hips bucked in response.
“Tell me more about Will.”
“Ah, yes. Will.” He couldn’t resist the sight of her arse any longer. With his free hand, he traced a fingertip lightly around her hole and was rewarded with a low hiss. “I bumped into him one day as I left the office. Said hi. We started chatting, went for a drink. He’s an okay guy. We got to be mates after that.”
Will had invited Ben to join his soccer team, and Ben had accepted gratefully. It had felt good to make friends again. To build up a social life.