OCEAN EYES

A little tease

I didn't mean to laugh so hard but his face was priceless. I wanted to admit it aloud that his little show turned me on more than anything has ever. It kind of feels nice that he feels bad for using me while he jerked off. I should be offended but for a more f****d up reason, I am not. Can I say I enjoyed it? Very much. By the time my laughter dies, he is smirking right at me like he knows something wicked is going on in my head.

Of course it is, not from the time he pulled that shirt off at the beach, I can't stop imagining if it were only the two of us.

"It turned you on, didn't it?" I choke on my own saliva and it is his turn to enjoy my embarrassment. His gaze is down right doing things to me already despite the shirt that he is wearing. A tight black undershirt I guess that is clinging to those muscles like it is his second skin. It had already proven difficult already to take my eyes off him.

I can see what I had taken a sneak peak of earlier at the beach and the dull ache between my legs is any less of a proof.

"A little." I admit. Maybe not a little but I wasn't going to admit it aloud to him. His smirk grows wider and his eyes darken with something like lust.

The s****l tension between us has taken a hype like right from twenty to maybe eighty in a matter of seconds. His gold locks that are tousled from the shower are even more less seducing. The silence that passes between us for a second reminds me of Nesa's words. I don't think I am going to last tonight.

I stand up from the table and collect the dishes ignoring his gaze that follows me obviously. He is staring at me and it is doing a good job of getting me worked up. As soon as I reach the safety of the sink, I sigh hard releasing the air I didn't know I was holding. Maybe this whole s****l tension is getting to me more than I expected.

I almost jump when I feel him behind me. I didn't even hear him enter. I was so lost in my sexy crazed hormones. He is close enough so that my back is against his front.

"Cal..." I am at loss of words when his hand roams down from my waist to my ass. Holy s**t!

This is not happening right now. I can feel his warm breath hitting my neck and of course his warmth that is now enveloping me like a blanket.

When I try to turn, he doesn't let me and holds me in place. I feel his erection pressing against me firm and hard. It doesn't help the ache between my legs. I feel my panties soaking by each second we stay in this position.

"Cal..."

I don't even know what I want to say to him.

"Tell me what you thought when you touched yourself Carol."

He whispers slowly in a sensual seductive tone. A chill goes down my spine at his words. He knows that I had touched myself. I had made sure to do it quietly when I placed that pillow to muffle my moans.

Callum pulls at my hair hard but not hard enough to cause pain but extract a mewl from me instead. I am loving every second of this.

"Tell me Carol. I want to hear about your fantasies baby." I feel his hand playing with the skin of my neck. Maybe he has learnt how sensitive it is and he is teasing me or he just likes touching me there. Either way, I like the feeling it is causing to my body, the chills.

When he starts kissing my neck, I lose it. I can't hold it anymore when all I have been thinking about is him and his d**k. I can't help but moan when he kisses that sweet spot on my neck while he hikes my dress up. I curse myself for choosing a dress. f**k. I am giving him easy access to torture my body.

"Cal.." I mewl softly at the sensation his kisses are awakening in my body.

"I can't hear you Carol." he stops kissing my neck. I don't even know how his hand reached my inner thigh but I think it was between me getting lost in his touches. Every single touch is just a switch to turn me on and they are delivered in the most teasing way.

I don't care that I had not taken a bath and he seems to have no problem with it. His large hand teases my inner thigh and then the other goes to circle around my obvious hardened n*****s that are aligned against my dress.

No man has ever turned me on like Callum has and that by just a single touch.

When he pulls my hardened n****e, I stifle a moan that I was holding back. He smirks against my neck and I feel my body growing hotter with both embarrassment and sheer desire.

"Start talking Carol."

Maybe I should start talking or I can choose not to. I am enjoying the torture way too much than I want to admit.

His fingers seek my panties and hell, I am soaked.

"Just say the word and I am going to make your fantasies come to life. You are so wet Carol."

He says it in a pained voice. This is affecting him as much as it is doing to me. I can feel his c**k twitching in his pants time and on. The satisfaction that fills my heart knowing I am not the only one struggling to fight this, the tension, the lust.

The way he says my name in that lowly suave voice, I almost come. What have I gotten myself into? When he rubs me over my panties, I lose it all at once with the moans and pressing myself further against him like I can't get enough of the friction. I don't care that I am grinding on him, here in the kitchen and that it is inappropriate. I hear him groan against me and then seizes my movements immediately.

Seems I am not the only one struggling with self control

"I want you to tell me what you did Carol or else I am going to stop." he threatens. I don't want him to stop. I feel his hand retrieving from over my drenched p***y, it is high time I start talking.

"I thought about how..." I splutter, a blush making its way up my face. I am glad we are in this position, my face is like a burning coal. I am on the edge here with everything and my mind is not even thinking clearly. His hand stops and I know he wants me to go on with the whole talking thing.

"I thought about you bursting in the room and then walking to me and pin me... down." I moan the last part when he increases his pressure on my throbbing c**t.

"I thought about you undressing me and then whispering those dirty words in my ear while you fill me with that big hard c**k of yours."

Sweet baby Jesus.

I don't know what is the most turn on, his hands on my p***y or the thought of having that aligned c**k at my back fill me until I can no longer breathe. I feel my release coming close and I know he feels it too. I can't hold it anymore when my release nears and he stops immediately ignoring my whine.

Callum pulls away from me completely and I almost shout at him with frustration. When I turn around, he is there smirking at me.

"You can't do that Callum. It is not fair." I hope it doesn't sound like a plea. God knows I can do anything just to feel his hand against me now. That is how I am wanton and sexed at the same time.

"I can Carol. May be we shouldn't do this, not tonight." I open my eyes widely. Is he being serious now? After making high and wanton, he wants to leave. If his erection isn't so visible through his slacks, I would think he is dumb.

"Good night Carol."

I can't believe it when I see him leaving the kitchen. He is not doing this to me, is he? Of course he is. His back is the only thing left to see as he disappears out of the kitchen.

"I hope you die of blue balls." I shout after him but I receive a chuckle only. Is this the game he wants to play? I am going to enjoy watching him crumble down on his knees and beg.

Teaser:

"Hope you liked it Callum. I can't stop thinking about your cock."