Page 73 of Unspoken Confessions
A sly smile spread across my face.
I’ve got something I think you might want to watch.
I tapped the screen before I could chicken out.
There it went. And there was no taking it back as I saw it had been sent.
It didn’t take long until I heard his heavy footsteps falling loudly on the stairs. Each one felt purposeful and my heart pounded harder and harder.
The door opened and he stepped inside. One look at me and he must have sensed what was going on. Maybe I was just that transparent. The door shut and he made a show of flicking the lock over. My eyes were pinned to his as he walked over and stood on the other side of the desk.
He didn’t say anything but that brow rose as if he was telling me he was waiting.
“This…” I swallowed before forcing myself to go on, “watching thing… how specific does it have to be?”
His eyes narrowed but he still didn’t say anything.
“Does it have to be two people? Is it about watching people… fuck? Or is it about something else?” I asked.
Yes, my heart was racing. But with Jameson, I felt safe.
“I like to watch people enjoying their pleasure, however that might come,” he said. “True pleasure. Not scripted. Not intentional. Not made up for show. Real.”
“So, you don’t watch porn?”
He rolled his eyes at this.
“I have, yes, but it doesn’t do much for me.”
I nodded, feeling like I was understanding.
“Is it something you have to have? Do you need it to get off?”
Oh my, God. Seriously?!I screamed at my idiot self.
Clearly, he didn’tneedit since he’d come with me before.
Then again, he was watching me. His gaze was always intensely burning through me. He always focused in on my face, something I’d never realized until now. And even if my eyes were closed, I could feel his attention on me.
My lips twitched at the thought.
I liked him watching me that intently.
A jolt of lust shot through me.
And though I didn’t think it was possible, my dick became even harder.
“What are you getting at, Nicky?” That tone, oh, it did nothing to help my situation. I couldn’t tell you what it was about Jameson, but I wanted to give myself over to him. I wanted him to pull me around, and bend me over, and own me. “Do you have something you want to show me?”
I nodded because I couldn’t speak.
Then I snapped myself out of it.
I wanted to seduce him this time. I didn’t want him to have to pull it out of me. I didn’t want him to feel like it was on him to see my desires and coax them free.
I wanted to give this to him.
“I was thinking about you,” I said and though it wasn’t the most seductive thing I could have said, it worked. So I rolled with it. “I was wishing you were here to see what thinking about you did to me.”
