clients. Only Rick can make work funny like that. He asked her about her uni course, and her friends, and her horse.
She showed him a thousand pictures, but only showed me one.
She asked him a thousand questions, but only asked me a couple.
She touched his arm a hundred times, but kept her body an ocean away from mine.
Yet her eyes kept finding me, and kept staring, and there were nerves there, intoxicating nerves that tempted me to say fuck it, and grab hold of her tight little body and pound the fuck out of her over the kitchen island. I did nothing, just watched.
I checked my watch when they went out for another cigarette, and the time was getting on. Midnight called, and the stakes were getting higher. To fuck or not to fuck.
Her choice, and I couldn’t call it.
She was under his arm when they came back in this time, his fingers trailing the soft skin of her forearm. She was resting against him easily, her smile bright and body relaxed. It made me feel surprisingly irritated, an outcast in my own kitchen, even though I knew the idea was ludicrous.
Rick’s eyes told me the idea was ludicrous.
He grabbed another beer from the fridge and this time he came to my side, pressed his body against mine, his hands on my waist. Katie watched, and her pupils were big, the wine making her openly curious.
She was picturing us fucking, I could tell. I could practically see us behind her eyeballs. No doubt I’d be on top, Rick squirming under me while I pounded his hot little asshole.
She’d have that much right.
On cue she crossed her legs, and I watched the press of her thighs as she clenched.
She’d be wet. Wet and tight. Nervous and needy.
We should take her. Fuck her until she squealed like a wanton little bitch and earned her thousand.
Rick’s breath was in my ear. “Bedtime soon?”
I nodded. “Definitely soon.” I stared at Katie, loving the way she blushed with wine and self-consciousness. “Will you be wanting the spare room?”
She twiddled her hair in her fingers, and it wasn’t meant to be provocative, I’m certain of it, just absent-minded, but I felt it right the way through my cock. “I think so,” she said. “If that’s alright? I mean, I’ll stay with you, just, the first night is…”
“It’s cool,” Rick said. “We get it. Spare room is fine.”
I didn’t say a word, and there was no point.
We’d put her in the spare room, and she’d wriggle her way under the covers and pretend that’s where she wanted to be, and maybe it would be.
But not for long.
She was too curious, and too excited, and her body wanted Rick too fucking much to stay put.
I’d put money on it. Much more than a measly fucking grand.
Time to check out my predictions. I squeezed Rick’s neck, my fingers massaging his throat. “Let’s call it a night.”
Katie drank her wine back, placed the glass on the side. “I’ll get my bag,” she said.
I watched Rick walk her out, saw the huddle of them by her car. A big fucking thing for such a dainty looking girl.
“I’ll show Katie up,” he said as they stepped back inside, but I shrugged.
“No need, I’m coming up, too. We’ll all go up.”
I led the way, purposefully opening the guest room right next to ours. I pointed out the en suite, the tumbler and mineral water on the dressing table, and then I left her there, backing Rick out of the door with me.
Her eyes followed us until I closed the door.
And Rick was pissed at me. His breath was in my ear, all hissy and angry.
“You could have at least let me kiss her.”
“Chill the fuck out, loverboy,” I said, pacing through to our own room.
“Jesus, Carl. I could have warmed her up to the idea.”
“She’s fucking wet for it,” I said, my voice low. “She’s like a bitch on heat over the idea of your cock in her tight little snatch. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”
“Both of us,” he said. “She wants both of us.”
I laughed. “Like fuck she does.” My eyes met his. “But she will.”
He pulled the bedroom door shut, but I shook my head and threw it wide. And then I unbuttoned my shirt while he watched, and his eyes were hooded, the swell of his cock plain as day in his fucking jeans.
“Now get naked and get on that fucking bed,” I said. “And I’ll