“Hell yes,” he agreed, bracing himself, slowly sliding his cock between my lips. I shifted my hips for him, changing the angle, letting it slide in easier, deeper. He moaned when he bottomed out in me and I felt him shudder slightly.
“You’re gonna make me come with that big, gorgeous cock of yours,” I whispered, keeping my hand underneath to stroke his balls. They were already tight. I wondered how close he was to shooting. “I don’t want you to come until I do. I’ll tell you when.”
“Yes ma’am.” He sounded like he was smiling, but he groaned when I squeezed both his cock with the sweet snap of my pussy and his balls in my hand-not hard, just enough to let him know I meant it.
“Fuck me, Chris,” I whispered, starting to roll my hips, urging him to move. I think he was scared to at first. Probably too afraid to come. “Come on, you can do it. I want you to make me come.”
“Help me out,” he murmured, reaching under and guiding my hand to my clit.
“Will do.” I rubbed it in circles the way I liked it, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding in and then slowly pulling out. That wasn’t going to be enough, but I let it slide-literally-working myself up closer before I insisted on being really fucked.
“Feel good?” he asked again, voice strained, breath coming a little too fast.
“Mmmm.” I agreed, squeezing myself around his length, hearing him gasp. I remembered how long Doc had fucked Dani and Mrs. B. My God, how long had it been? I don’t know how long they’d been at it when I had first crawled down the hall, but it had to be at least fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour after I started watching. I’d been sitting in that position so long before I made myself come, my thighs and calves were numb.
Doc would know how to fuck me. Nice and long and hard.
Just thinking about his cock inside me made me moan. Which made Christian tense up and slow down. Goddamnit. So frustrating. I was tempted to make him come fast, right now, and then get him hard again, but who wanted to go through all that work? Besides, he’d want to talk afterward, and I didn’t want to make small talk.
Instead, I rubbed myself faster, fantasizing about Doc and his thick length pounding me from behind. God, I wanted him. I thought about feeling him tonight on the dance floor, his erection pressing against my ass. I could tell he wanted me too. I didn’t know about Mrs. B-she was harder to read, more standoffish. But Doc? If there was one thing I knew, it was when a man wanted to fuck me.
“Oh Doc,” I whispered, biting my lip.
“Hmm?” Christian was clearly concentrating hard on not coming.
“Ohhh fuck,” I corrected myself. “Ohhh fuck. Please. Do it. Please fuck me. Pound me. Do it hard. Do it!”
He groaned and gave in, digging his fingers into my hips and ass, driving in deep. Finally, finally! He pounded me hard, our bodies slapping together, the sound of it filling the room, and I furiously rubbed my clit, right on the verge of coming. So close. So very close.
“Ahhhh I’m gonna come!” Christian warned, his voice strangled.
If he hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have heard it. I was concentrating so hard on getting myself off, imagining Doc fucking me from behind. But the sound of Christian’s voice jerked me out of the fantasy and I did hear it. I was sure I heard it.
A low groan, a grunt. And it didn’t come from Christian.
I squinted in the darkness, seeing my door open, just a little bit. The light from hallway, a night light, showed through. And there was a shadow on the wall. A very man-like shadow.
Doc was watching us. Listening to us. And jerking off. I was sure of it. He was coming right that very second, his cum spilling over his closed fist. I didn’t know how I knew, I didn’t even care if it was real or true, just picturing it set me off.
“Ohhhh fuck yes! I’m gonna come all over your cock! Oh make me come! Make me commmme!”
I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe. My pussy snapped around Christian’s erupting cock, milking it, his fingers digging in so hard they would leave bruises but I didn’t care. I imagined Doc’s hands, Doc’s cock taking me there, and I was in heaven. My moans slowly ebbed to soft cries, but my pussy was still going off like fireworks, sending electric shocks all through my system.
“Are you okay?” Christian asked, sitting slowly back, his cock sliding out.
“Yeah,” I gasped, blinking in the dimness, still trying to see. Was that shadow really there? Had Doc been watching us? I wanted to believe it. I wanted to think he’d been standing outside the door, Mrs. B downstairs on the couch watching Letterman while he snuck upstairs, his curiosity too piqued not to pursue it. I wanted to believe he’d taken out his cock and stroked it while he watched and listened to me having sex with Christian. That he was thinking of me-wishing it was my pussy he was pounding instead of his fist.
Then the light from the hallway disappeared. Someone pulled my door, and it closed with a little “snick.”
And I knew.
Chapter Five
I’d never seen a cuter baby in my life, and I thought I was a pretty good authority on the subject. When you spent most of your teen years babysitting and then decided to become a nanny, you see a lot babies. I’d seen them from newborn on up, and this sweet little four month old girl was the cutest I had ever seen.
“How’s my little bug?” I cooed, situating her in the umbrella stroller and buckling her in. She was literally my bug tonight, in her red and black spotted ladybug costume, giving me a toothless smile and kicking her little black Mary Jane’s in excitement.
“You have Holly?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. She was up there putting the finishing touches on Janie and Henry’s costumes.
“She’s in her stroller!” I called up.
“What a darling.” Doc was late. He came into the kitchen still wearing his white coat. At least he didn’t have a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He dropped a Walgreens bag loaded with candy onto the middle of the kitchen table.
“Isn’t she?” I squeezed Holly’s chubby little cheek and she wiggled all over like a puppy.
“I meant you.” Doc slipped off his white coat, along with his leather jacket-two things that seemed at a strange juxtaposition to me. His gaze, the way he looked at me, made me feel warm all over, my toes curling in my own Mary Jane’s.
“Oh.” I blushed. I actually blushed. God, this man had an effect on me. “You like it? Mrs. B helped me pick it out.”
“I bet she did.” His gaze swept from my toes to my nose, our eyes meeting at last. And when they did, something inside me melted into a little puddle. Maybe that was why I was so suddenly wet.
“Well she’s dressed up as Little Bo Peep. She came up with the fairy tale theme,” I explained. I knew I was talking just to stave of my apparent nerves. Where did those come from?
“Except for our little ladybug here. She just couldn’t resist and she said this costume would keep her warmer. Are you getting dressed up?”
“Oh no, I’m staying home to pass out candy.” He picked up the bags, carrying them to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard, searching. “And I’m the official photographer of course. Speaking of which, I have to go get my camera.”
“Are you looking for something to put the candy in?”
I interrupted his search-he was looking in the wrong cupboard-bending over and turning the carousel cupboard. I grabbed the biggest Tupperware bowl I could find, turning around to present it to him, and saw a dazed look in his eyes, a half smile on his face, and realized I’d just bent over in my short little black Red Riding Hood skirt. My cape was too short to cover my ass, even standing up. Thankfully, I was wearing black tights underneath.
“Careful,” he said, his voice low, eyes growing dark. “Don’t tempt the wolf.”
I knew I shouldn’t but I did it anyway, turning back to the cupboard, murmuring, “I think we have a bigger bowl,” as I bent again, further this time, my skirt hiking high up on my ass. I heard the hiss of his breath, feeling the blood rushing to my head. God help me, I was imagining him grabbing my hips, yanking up my skirt, ripping my tights, and taking me, bent over in the kitchen, while his wife was upstairs.