Page 64 of Bastard

Nice.

“Sure. Just shoot me a text and I’ll arrange a box with Eve for whatever game we can get, yeah?” Greg finished his drink and set it on a tray with the other empties.

“I’ll do that. Thanks.”

“No problem. I like you.” He frowned, glancing at his watch. “Gotta go. I’m getting the emergency ‘get me out of here’ text from Marie.” He started for the hallway. “And don’t forget to text me!”

I finished my drink and followed after him. It was possible Sam was in need of rescue too, but we didn’t have coded texts yet. She wasn’t in the room with Marie and Greg. I started poking around, looking in rooms with open doors. One in particular felt right for some reason. It was a bedroom. Kind of large but also nothing with personal effects, so maybe not used very often.

Suddenly a door opened and a hand reached out.

Sam pulled me into a closet. The whole thing took me by surprise. “What’s wrong?”

Sam chewed on her lower lip. “Want to blow off some steam instead of socialize with a bunch of people we don’t know?”

Did she…did she mean sex? “You want to have sex in here?”

“Yes. Preferably the kind where you tell me what to do or take me or have your way with me.”

It had been a little while… I looked around the space. For most of my life I would have considered this a decent sized room. Now it was just a normal rich person closet.

A closet with a low-slung chair that leaned back fairly fair.

“Get naked.” While she undressed I checked the door and was lucky enough to find it had a lock. I threw that, then dragged a second chair over in front of it just in case. This person kept washcloths by the door. I didn’t want to know why, but I was grateful for the easy cleanup solution.

Sam stripped down to her underwear and started peeling that off too.

“Put the heels back on when you’re done.”

She blushed and nodded. Then watched me strip down, too. Then I sat down in the chair, fully erect, and waved her over. “Turn. Sit.”

I took in the sight of her gorgeous ass as she turned it to face me, then backed it up. I grabbed her hips and guided her where I wanted her. Open. Legs on the outside of my legs. For now, my dick bouncing in front of her.

“How’s that feel?”

“Exposed,” she whispered, just the way I wanted.

“Good. Because you are.” Facing right into the floor length dressing mirror. The kind that had two other angles so she could watch me touch her in whichever perspective pleased her most.

The party raged on outside. Sometimes there was a fit of laughter. Occasionally people walked down the hallway, right past this closet door, their voices muffled just enough that I only caught a word or two, but mostly I was focused on watching my fingers work her clit.

“Why don’t you touch me too?”

Her little smile got me even harder. Then she wrapped her hands around me and began stroking. After that I was steel.

While relishing the way that felt, I drew circles on her belly, hips, lower back, working my way up, up, up to her luscious breasts. cupping and weighing them before drawing more designs. She reached further down, massaging the space where my dick and balls met, before massaging the head of my cock with her thumbs.

As a reward I brushed my thumbs over her nipples.

Her whole body quivered in my lap. “I love how you react when I touch you.”

“I love it when you touch me.”

I didn’t pinch. I just rubbed and massaged this time, working her up slowly until she began to rock on my lap. That’s when I stopped and placed my hands on her thighs, holding her down.

“Not yet, Buttercup. Save your energy.”

“B-But I want you.”

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