Page 82 of Blue Line

“You’ve had new photos of my niece for how long and haven’t shown me? Of course I want to see them.”

“She only sent them this morning. I wasn’t going to bust them out at the rink.” She starts to sit back in her seat, but I push my chair away from the table and snag her around the waist, pulling her into my lap. “This is better,” I murmur into her hair before planting a kiss on her neck.

She unlocks her phone and flips through the images of Hazel. Normally, I’d be giving my full attention to photos of my favorite tiny human, but I’m a little distracted right now. Did not think this through. I wrap my arms around her, palming her tits and burying my head in her neck.

“I thought you wanted to see pictures.”

“Mmmm, this is better.”

She shifts in my lap, and my dick starts to harden at the feel of her warmth. We may both be fully clothed, but I know what she feels like, what she looks like naked, and so does my dick. And he wants her. I want her.

She sets her phone down on the table before brushing her hair off her shoulder. I take advantage of her bare skin in front of me and nip along her neck, loving the sounds she makes when I suck on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

“Are you wet for me, tornado? Aching for me?” I run a finger along the edge of her shorts, eliciting a shiver from her.

“Always, Wes. Always.”

“Is that an invitation?” My fingers find the button on her shorts.

“Yes, please.” She pushes my hand aside and deals with the button and zip herself.

“Someone is impatient today.”

“I’ve been impatient since I had to watch you skate around for hours and couldn’t touch you.”

I hum. “My girl is turned on by me skating. Got it.” I slide a hand into her underwear, swiping a finger along her clit.

She groans, and I take that as an invitation to continue. “Lift up,” I say, taking my hand out from between her legs. She does, and between the two of us, we manage to push her shorts and underwear down. “Spread your legs,” I tell her when she’s sitting back on my lap.

She hooks her legs around the outside of mine, giving me more access.

“I wish I could see what you look like spread out for me like this.” I circle a finger around her clit.

“Please,” she whines.

“Do you want to watch?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathless. “There’s a mirror in my room.”

Not needing to be told twice, I stand, taking her with me, and march the short distance to her bedroom. I plop down on the end of the bed, facing the full-length mirror on the opposite wall that I put up for her a few weeks ago, thanking past us for hanging it up. Did not think we’d be using it for this, but I’m not complaining.

My dick gets harder at the sight of her spread out on my lap. “Take your top off.”

She yanks her shirt off and discards it on the floor.

“Play with your tits, and watch me make you fall apart on my fingers.” I lazily stroke a finger through her pussy lips.

She stares at me through the mirror, plucking her nipples as she grinds against my hand.

I close my eyes for a second, trying to get a hold of myself. Between her being naked, the way she’s moving against me, and being able to see everything in the mirror, I don’t know if I’m going to keep it together. I’ve never come in my pants. Tonight might be a first for me.

I stroke first one finger, then a second, in and out of her as she plays with her nipples. I shift so I can use my thumb on her clit.

“Fuck,” she huffs out, throwing her head back against my chest.

“Eyes on me.”

She peers at me in the mirror for a second before she shifts her attention to where I’m touching her.