Page 11 of Puck the Halls
But also, this will be fun for all of us. Him included. Oh, he’ll be on edge and growly about this while it’s going on, but deep down he’ll enjoy it.
“Since you’re not here for any hands-on fun, you’ll have to use your words,” I tell Crew. I run my hands up and down the side of Michael’s neck. He’s watching me with a heavy lidded, hot stare. “Michael will do whatever you tell him to.”
Crew clears his throat. “And what about you? Will you do whatever I tellyouto?”
That goes without saying. They all know that I’m very obedient. Unless the evening calls for me to be a brat. That can be fun too. But tonight I’m feeling verytell me what to do.
“Of course.”
“Then let’s switch this over to video.”
I hit the button as I hear Nathan growl, “You have to be fucking kidding.”
“Just ignore us, Nathan,” I tell him.” You know, like you ignored the plan to come straight to Aspen after the game.”
“Danielle,” he says. His tone is a mix of exasperation and pain.
“Can you see me Crew?” I ask, cutting Nathan off.
“Down a little.”
I position the phone against the arm of the couch where I’m straddling Michael.
Then Crew says, “Damn. Yeah, I can see you. What are you wearing?”
“One of the new things I bought for the trip. That Nathan won’t get to see.”
“Your tits look fantastic in that,” Crew says.
I arch my back slightly and turn toward the camera. “They do, don't they?”
“Goddamnit,” I hear Nathan mutter. Though obviously it’s loud enough I can hear it over the phone.
“This isn’t our shy little bookworm,” Crew says to him.
“I don’t want to know,” Nathan says. “I’m trying to fucking drive here.”
“Fair enough. I won’t tell you how she’s straddling Michael on the couch, in a mostly see-through black negligée with her tits exposed, nipples hard, sweet ass cheek just right there begging to be pinked up.”
“Crew,” Nathan says, with warning in his tone.
“How are you just sitting there and not sucking on those gorgeous nipples, Doc?” Crew asks. “Get busy man.”
Michael grips my waist in his big hands and lifts me slightly so that my breasts are right in front of his face.
“Are you sure you want Crew directing the scene?” he asks in his deep voice.
I grin down at him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “For sure,” I say. “I’m going to have you deep, fucking me hard. But we can share it with Crew. The poor guy.”
Michael gives a little humming noise that is, I suppose, acquiescence. Then his hot, firm lips close around my nipple. He licks, then sucks.
I groan. “Yes.”
“Play with your other nipple,” Crew tells me.
I lift my hand and start toying with the nipple closest to the camera.
“Oh you like it harder than that. Come on sweet girl. Make yourself feel good. Do it like I was there,” Crew encourages.
