The bodyguard (2)

He was too engrossed in his deed that he didn’t notice me gawking at him from his door. And I may have gotten engrossed too, watching him thrust his hips into the hollow curl of his fingers, with the tip of his cock appearing and disappearing behind the tight circle of fingers. My legs moved forward without my permission, and an empty plastic bottle clattering on the floor with a sound loud enough to wake up the dead startled both of us.

"Jessica!" he blurted, turning around to hide his erection from me. "What are you doing here?"

"Why did you stop?" I ignored his question altogether and stepped closer to him while checking out his fine, masculine ass. I would love to hold that ass while he pounds into me. "I was enjoying the perfect view."

"Get out, Jessica," he managed, his voice hoarse, and leaned forward to reach for a towel, but I stepped in next to him and took him in my hand, leaning my body against his. “Stop. Shit, Jess, stop,” his words came out weak as I kissed the side of his neck, and he leaned back to grant me more access. I knew he was already so wound up, ready to burst. All his willpower was in my hands. When I pumped him, he closed his eyes and started panting for a few seconds before coming back to his senses. “Wait…”

"Are you sure?" I looked him in the eye while mimicking his earlier motion with my hand as my thumb traced the rim of his glands.

"We shouldn't..." his voice faded as I circled my finger on his tip, slathering the pre-cum over it. "Fuck!" he cursed, taking in a sharp breath.

 I went down on my knees and took him in my mouth while stroking his balls. A groan escaped him, and I think I saw his eyes rolling back for a split second. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at him. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Heck no," he replied too fast, holding on to the back of my head and guiding himself back into my mouth, which I gladly took it back. "Don't you fucking stop."

I didn’t. His restraint flew out the window, and he bit his bottom lip, looking down at what I was doing to him while he clutched my hair with both hands. Within minutes, his cock twitched in my mouth, and he groaned as he released down my throat. He was out of breath and panting from what I assumed was a mind-blowing orgasm.

After that, I ran to my room with my sloppy wetness and yanked off my soaked undies. I rummaged through my secret drawer for toys I’ve been using to play with myself during this period, hoping to get some relief at that moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, and all I could think of was that perfect cock in the other room, but I didn’t want to beg for it. I was convinced my toys could solve my little problem.

How wrong I was! My toys did nothing to cure the craving I had for him. I wanted a real cock in me, not these cheap imitations. The only real one available would be his, but he had explicitly stated that he wouldn’t fuck his boss’s daughter. He said that would be against everything he stood for. He said that even after the toe-curling orgasm I gave him from a blow job. I just swallowed his cum for heaven’s sake! No worries, though, because I always get what I want.

I changed into my see-through minidress, with nothing underneath, and sashayed out of my room. Bruce had already dressed and was sitting in the living room, pretending to be fascinated by some advert running on the TV, but from the look on his face, I could tell he was thinking about the moment we had in his shower. He glanced at me and said nothing, but I could see the tip of his ears reddening. My dress barely hid anything.

I plopped down on the couch beside him, and he tensed, averted his eyes, before shuffling a little further away from me. My lower lip curved into a small smile. Good! My plan was working. I was having an effect on him.

“Why don’t we watch something interesting?” I said, reaching for the remote control on his other side, making sure my perky breasts brushed against his arm.

“What do you want to watch?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound even, but I could still catch some tremors in it.

“Something sensual,” I said, and pretended to flip through the channels before the remote ‘accidentally’ slipped from my hands and landed on the floor in front of him. “I’ll get it,” I added without giving him the chance to react. I pulled my dress up a little and bent over to pick up the remote as slowly as possible, making sure he got the chance to look at my bare goodies.

He sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing. I half expected him to walk out, but he didn’t. That meant he wasn’t totally against the idea. It seems he wanted this too, but was battling with his conscience. Well, that was a promising start.

“What do you think?” I asked, glancing at his crotch, which was starting to grow, but not noticeable enough yet.

 “About what?” he said, crossing his left leg over the right one.

“About the view.”

“Beautiful,” he said, shifting a little on the couch, probably to accommodate his semi.

“That’s not a word you use to describe a cunt,” I said, shifting too to allow my dress to ride up even more. I spread my legs and traced my fingers slowly over my wetness, biting my lower lip to stifle a moan. “I’ll give you another chance.”

He swallowed hard as my hands traced my center again. “Fuckable,” he said, his eyes never leaving my lower body.

“Better,” I purred, arching my back as my opening got slicker. The tent on his crotch was now more prominent. The little man was begging to be released. I turned my legs to the side, positioning my cunt where he could see, popped in two fingers, and made a circular motion before pulling them out. Then I put my fingers into my mouth, sucking off my arousal from them. “It is all yours if you want to fuck.