Page 118 of The Tape Job
“I like black. I like anything, actually. Shimmy those fucking things down so I can see your pussy.” I un-buckle my belt, not able to contain myself much longer.
I adjust our position, so if someone came in, they’d see the back of me. But Vicky tries to pretend she’s worried.
“Lee, someone could come in!” she says, but she grips the side of her panties with her thumbs and tugs them just below the ‘v’ between her legs. My mouth waters at the sight of her; she’s wet already.
“Touch yourself,” I say, lifting her chin so she’s looking directly into my eyes. “Then let me taste your fingers.”
She’s playing nice and does what’s she’s told, dipping her fingers between her legs. She moans before bringing her hand up towards my chin.
I make a grab for her, groaning as I suck her fingers into my mouth. Glancing back at the door, I make a split decision and free my dick from my pants, pushing it towards her panties that are still resting just below her pussy.
I thrust a few times, feeling how wet she is, but she grips me with both hands, rubbing the head of my dick over her clit as she strokes me. The heat and the wetness of her makes my breath catch in my throat.
“You’re keen,” I whisper.
“I just love how hard you get for me,” she says, our eyes still locked.
“Make yourself come with my dick. Eyes on me the whole time. I want to see your face when you come.”
I press my forehead against hers. Our breath mingles, her panting gets heavier.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Use me, baby girl, make yourself come.”
We both know we don’t have long, so it builds up quickly until we’re both moaning. I know she’s getting close because she’s picking up speed. She risks a glance downward, and—I must admit—I also take a glimpse, watching how she works my dick.
“Eyes on me, Vic. I need to see that beautiful face of yours when you come.”
A few more rubs set her off. She gasps as she thrusts forward. I grip her neck to stop her collapsing onto me as she comes. I can’t help but let that look of pure bliss on her face push me over with her. I let out a grunt of approval, coming straight into the crotch of her panties.
“Fuck.”
There are footsteps in the corridor, and Vicky’s eyes widen. She acts quickly, pulling her soaked underwear back up and pushing her skirt down. I get my dick away just before the door flies open.
“There you are!” Bettsy chimes, grinning.
“Here I am!” I say, in a sing-song voice, not even recognising it.
He looks between us and then at the blinds, his eyes working overtime, taking in the scene.
“Betts—”
“Please don’t tell Johnny!” Vicky blurts out.
Bettsy raises his eyebrows, having pieced it all together.
“We need you in the media room, Lee. Coach is waiting.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. Of all the people who could walk in on that, it’s Bettsy. Although, seeing Johnny would be a hell of a lot worse; but we all know by now, Bettsy can’t help himself. He’s like a goddamn foghorn for any information he thinks someone else may be interested in.
Bettsy turns on his heels and follows the corridor back towards the media room, leaving the door wide open.
“Lee, that can’t happen again!” Vicky’s voice strains.
“Relax, I’ll talk to him,” I say, leaning down to take her mouth with mine, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “And I want those fucking panties, baby girl.”
The thought of her having to make it home in that condition causes my excitement to elevate again.
She rolls her eyes. “Go.”
