Page 27 of Lie With Me
I can’t tear my eyes away from her and hearmyself say, “Yes.”
Leonard leans back on the pillows and grins at me. “You got it bad, don’t you? Some advice? Don’t get too attached. This is their job. We pay them to make us feel special. But we’re nothing but a bunch of dogs gnawing at someone else’s bone. No offense, Bianca.”
“None taken,” she replies, but her stare falls to the floor, and her reply is flat.
“You can join if you want. If she says it’s okay, it’s okay with me,” Leonard continues. When he sees my brows raise in surprise, he laughs. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. I’ll stay on my front, though, if you want to fuck her while she fucks me.”
“Hi, I’m standing right here. Anyone going to ask me if I’m okay with this? It’s ultimatelymydecision, remember? And no, he’s not going in my backdoor while I’m in yours.” Lenni waves a hand in the air while still looking down.
I’m having a tough time taking this seriously when she’s wearing a strap-on penis. This whole situation brings up bad memories ofwhyEmily freaked out and decided to leave me.
Lenni and I had an amazing night together, but didn’t even discuss anal during it. We literally just found out about each other’s real identities.
Do I want to fuck her again?Obviously.But not in her ass,yet.And certainly not with another man present.
“I’ll just watch if she doesn’t mind.”
Her eyes drag from the floor to mine, voice soft asshe says, “If you really want to, I don’t mind if you stay.”
“Excellent. Let’s get this party started then,” Leonard croons from his place on the bed.
I sit on the chaise as I watch her profile change. It’s like slipping on a mask, the way Lenni’s eyes harden before they light up and a smirk takes over her face. Like she goes to a place inside her mind and brings another version of herself out to play.
She turns to the bed, gracing me with a glorious view of her pert ass. My knee bounces as they lock eyes while she gets on the bed. She sits on her knees and slowly tugs at his drawstring pants, tossing them to the floor with his discarded robe.
“Let me see those beautiful tits, baby. You know I like watching you play with them while you fuck me,” Leonard tells her.
I’m on my feet faster than a crack of lightning, and his eyes snap to mine. Whatever he sees on my face makes him smile. “Go on and touch her while she does it. It’s okay, isn’t it, Bianca?”
I can see our reflection in the mirror above the bed. We lock eyes, and she gives me a slight nod, not breaking this obvious character she’s playing. She leans over Leonard, her chestnut waves dripping down over his bare body as she whispers seductively, “Do you want to watchhimtouch me?”
“Fuck yes. Touch her. Touch hernow,” he answers, reaching down to stroke himself.
It feels like an out-of-body experience as I shrug out of my suit jacket, stepping forward until mygroin is flush against her ass. She lets out a giggle and wiggles against me, dragging her hands down Leonard’s chest as she rises up until her back is against mine.
Our gaze in the mirror never breaks as she reaches behind her and finds my hands, flattening my palms against her skin, just above the harness straps. My cock hardens as she drags them up her body, and she lets out a gasp when I nuzzle her neck, nipping her flesh as she cups my hands around her bra.
“Holy shit, you two are hot as fuck together,” Leonard breathes, still stroking himself.
Maybe it’s because she’s not fucking him yet. Maybe it’s because I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be watched. But his words light a fire in me, burning up any doubts about what we’re about to do.
My fingers curl around the fabric of her bra, dragging it down to expose her breasts before palming them and pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Lenni breaks our gaze, rolling her head back on my shoulder as she arches her back, pressing her chest into my hands.
“Does that feel good?” I ask against her ear. Memories from our night together flash through my mind making me recall how much she liked having her nipples sucked and played with.
“Mmhmm,” she moans.
“Take it off her,” Leonard pleads.
I do it, not because he asks, but because I want to.
When she’s fully exposed, Leonard grabs the bottle of lube from the bed and shifts down, spreading his legs on either side of her. They work together, squirting the lube on the dildo before she lowers it to his ass and starts to work it inside of him.
I adjust myself in my pants so that my cock is pointed up, nestled against the upper part of her butt, before reaching around to pull her back to me. As I do, she grips Leonard’s thighs.
If I weren’t here, I assume she’d be the one stroking his cock, instead of himself. They might be kissing. He might be the one palming her breasts.
But Iamhere.