“Something wrong?” he asked, frowning.
“You’re not wearing your glasses.”
He smiled. “I usually only wear them in the office or when we’re around a lot of people. Too many times people confuse me and my brother, so it’s easier that way. However, I prefer contacts.”
Ahh. Now I understood. Without the glasses, they were identical, aside from that small scar on his left eyebrow. Granted, their demeanors were quite different and I was fairly certain I’d be able to tell them apart regardless.
Hopefully.
“Come here, sweetness,” Sir instructed, patting the spot beside him. “Strip and join me.”
I’d gotten used to stripping on command, so it didn’t bother me anymore. Plus, the chances of him making me come seemed greater if my clothing was removed. At home, I would’ve discarded my clothes on the floor, which was the reason I was always conscious of making sure I was neat and tidy when I removed them. I stacked them on the end table, then sat down beside Sir.
“Lean back against the armrest,” he said, pointing toward the other end. “Put your feet in my lap.”
I leaned against the arm, propped my head on a cushion, and placed my feet in his lap. Sir rubbed my feet while we watched a movie.
Well, technically, he watched the movie while I spent most of my time watching him.
“Is this what you like to do on the weekends, Sir?” I asked when there was a commercial.
“Only on Friday. Saturdays I tend to go to the club. But Fridays are my night off. I like to chill. Relax.”
“I like this, Sir.”
His gaze traveled the length of my body before turning back to the television. While we watched some gangster movie, Sir massaged my feet, his hands slowly drifting up my legs until he was absently petting my pussy. The feeling was remarkably relaxing. The way his hands gently glided over my skin, drifting between my lips to find my clit. He didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me, although I couldn’t say the same about me. I was hyperaware of every touch.
Sir eventually lifted my left foot from his lap. “Put your foot on the back of the couch.”
I propped my leg up, which opened me up to his roaming fingers.
“Other foot on the coffee table.”
I was splayed open for him, but Sir continued to watch the movie, still teasing me with his fingers. I was panting, doing my best not to move, although I was silently willing him to put me out of my misery.
He looked over at me.
“You have a pretty pussy, sweet girl.”
I blushed at the compliment. “Thank you, Sir.”
Once again, he focused on the television, but this time he inserted one finger inside me, curling it at the perfect angle to brush my G-spot. I moaned as I watched what he was doing to me.
“Do you not like the movie?” he asked.
“I…” I hissed when he inserted two fingers. “I do like it…Sir… Oh, God!” He thrust both fingers in, then retreated slowly before repeating the action.
“Then why aren’t you watching it?”
“Because…” My hips bucked under his sensual onslaught. “Because I like…oh, God…what you’re doing to me…more.”
“Do you want to come, pet?”
I swallowed hard. “Only if it pleases you, Sir.”
“Good girl. But not yet. I’m not done playin’.”
I swallowed a groan, glad when he pulled his fingers out of me and continued to pet me. His wet fingers caressed the smooth skin of my mound. It wasn’t long before he was once again testing my restraint by finger-fucking me.
“Don’t come for me, pet. Not yet. I want to be inside you when you do.”
“Please, Sir,” I begged. “I want you inside me.”
His attention was once again on the television, but I knew he wasn’t focused on it. I could see the hard ridge of his erection behind the zipper of his jeans. I wanted him to fuck me.
I was on the verge of explosion when his fingers slipped out of me once again.
“Come here, sweet girl.”
Sir unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips before reclining into the cushions once more. My eyes locked on the way his abs flexed when he shifted. The man’s stomach was what I’d refer to as an eye-gasm. Seriously. I would never get enough.
“Kneel right here,” he said, patting the cushion beside him. “Take me in your mouth, but don’t make me come.”
I scrambled onto my hands and knees, pleased to finally get to tend to him.
“Bring your chest down to your knees and spread your legs wider,” he instructed, smacking my ass as he reached around behind me.
When I adjusted my position, he extended his arm over me, his fingers finding my wet entrance, and he was once again fingering me while I focused all my attention on his cock. I laved him, sucking, licking, but careful not to push him over the edge.
