Page 11 of Glory Hole

My knees buckle, but I grip onto the counter for support. His finger rushes in and out of me then he adds a second one. I try not to scream as his fingers pump me, desperately trying to steal an orgasm. They can have one. They can have themall. If this man can make me this crazy, with just his words and fingers in a kitchen full of my friends, I cannot wait to see what he can do naked, in a bed.

“Look at you. Fuck, you are so sexy. I’m trying really hard not to do all the things I just said. You ready to come, Glory? I need you to be quiet so our friends don’t hear. “

I nod my head in agreement, and Beck readjusts his fingers. One moves to strum my clit while two go back inside me. Sensations unlike anything I’ve ever experienced wrack my body.My breath rushes past my lips in short puffs. I’m doing everything I can to not scream with what he’s got happening in my panties.

Holy fuck.

Holy Fuck.

I’m coming.

I turn my head away from him, biting my bottom lip between my teeth as I grip the counter top for dear life.

“Damn, that was fucking hot,” he whispers as he slides his fingers from me, trailing them down my leg, leaving the evidence of my orgasm in their wake. “Fuck, that was sexy, baby.”

I turn to look at him when I feel him lean away from me, and he shoves those two fantastic fingers in his mouth. I almost come again.

He moans around them and then licks his lips. “I could taste that all damn day.”

Heat floods my face, and I have no doubt I’m likely so red, I look purple. I cannot believe that just happened.I just got fingered by my neighbor, a stranger, while my friends stand twenty feet away from me.

“Thirsty, babe? You should rehydrate.” He smiles and shoots me a wink. I look down, and his cock is so huge inside his pants, there is no way you can’t notice he has a hard-on. He turns to the counter behind us to make a drink.

Evil thoughts begin to filter into my mind. This man is sex incarnate. For whatever reason, he’s so attracted to me, and I to him, he just got me off in a room full of people. That may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and his big cock wasn’t even involved.I feel like it’s my duty to repay the favor because now all I can think about is him doing every dirty, hot thing he just whispered into my ear.

“I’m thirsty all right, Beck.” My low, sultry tone has him turning his head toward me.

“That right, Glory?” His eyes become hooded from his arousal. I can't imagine a man sexier than he is right here, in this moment.

“Yeah, Beck. I’m thirsty as fuck.” My tongue darts out to skim my bottom lip of its own accord, dying to taste his hot flesh.

He turns back to me, and I slide my hand to the front of his pants and use my index finger to apply a touch of pressure, travelling along his length.His head drops back on a sigh.I lean into his side as he did to me. No one can really tell what’s happening, I don’t believe. We just look like we are standing closely. I’ve never really been a dirty talker. Most of my former boyfriends were pretty vanilla in the bedroom, but Beck is anything but vanilla. Beck is double fucking fudge cookie dough with caramel and cherry sauce.

So, I think about all the delicious things I’ve read in books and get creative.

“I’d love to see my lipstick smeared all over your big…penis.” Penis? Really, Glory? Fuck. I can do better than that.

“You can jab it down my throat, good and hard, yeah?”

Beck turns to look at me while biting back a smile.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty bastard.”

Beck laughs so hard, he doubles over, and my hand falls away from him. I turn to see our friends are now looking our way as Beck continues to hold his stomach and laugh, while gasping for air.

“Um, well it’s getting late, and I need to get going.“ I move backward toward the front door.

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. What an idiot I am. What the hell was I even saying?

“Glory, wait. I’m sorry,” Beck says as he moves toward me.

I’m so embarrassed, I can’t even speak to him. I just shake my head and say goodnight while making my way toward my point of escape. I hear a chorus of goodnights as my friends shuffle up behind me to exit.

“What happened?” Jen asks as she places her hand on my back. I pull open the door to leave.

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Let’s just get into my apartment.”

We get inside, and Wookie comes to meet us. I scoop him up and head toward the couch, my girlfriends stalking quietly behind me.

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