THE ART OF THE GAZE

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The way that she bobbed her head up and down made him smile even more, just showing off how incredibly cute she was. Damn, he really had crushed on her for a while, but now it was completely real, and he didn’t really know how to react. Well, other than how he had just recently reacted. “Well then we can make this a more routine thing.” Jack kissed her back, enjoying the playful attitude that she had grown as the moments passed. “I should probably get going. I just said I was going to the bathroom, I didn’t really expect to spend nearly ten minutes fucking his sister. But… How about this.” He leaned down again, beginning to press kisses against her skin, first on her neck, then moving down to her breast. “I can leave pretty soon. And maybe we can meet up somewhere. You know my apartment is only about three miles away. I can get you an Uber or something. And then we can do all of this all over again. How does that sound?”

He blinked once. Twice. Pinched the side of his jean-clad thighs to make sure that he wasn’t just imagining things. His tongue swiped at his lower lip and he could taste the faintest trace of her favorite shade of crimson, the one he knew she only wore for special occasions. Maybe it was somewhat fitting for now. Rhys tilted his head forward for something deeper, for a feeling that would linger much longer after he pulled away. When he finally did: “Sorry. Wanted one for the road.” His grin was unrelenting, even as he leaned over to unlock the helmets hanging on one side of the bike. After he handed Nix one, and teasing, “You remember how to use this, right?” he easily slipped onto the seat. Maybe there had been a voice calling — maybe even several — as they pulled away from the bar. He didn’t care to stick around long enough to figure it out, and the sound of the motor drowned it all out anyway. For once, he fell quiet for an extended period of time. Sure, he liked the feeling of her arms wrapped around him, and the fact that she could probably feel his heart beating so hard— but he also figured that there could be other feelings to enjoy in a more… Private setting. As he pulled into a spot in front of a two-story building, he practically hopped off of his bike and yanked his helmet off. “So my place… ‘s not really ready yet, okay? But it’s, like— it’s cozy. That all right?” he asked, and there was the slightest glint of worry in his eyes. Still, he wanted to try.

He was really unsure of the rules here, was he even allowed to sleep with her? Was it some unwritten rule that you shouldn’t sleep with your realtor? He didn’t really care though as he pulled her closer to him flipping her onto her back. “I’ll just have to prove it then won’t I?” He smirked.

Leaning closer to the counter, he had to admit she was extremely hot, he had half a mind to just lean over further, his hand moving into her shirt to feel her tits. She wasn’t making it easy to ignore the fact that she was obviously flirting with him. “Ah, I don’t know about that. I’m tryin’ to decide if making a move as big as that is the right move, ya know?” He smirked at her, obviously taking a second to stare down her top as he licked his lips. “Might have t’explain what’s goin’ on with the whole thing if anyone asks questions, or walks in.” 

Taking a few seconds to think, he nodded to himself, “Maybe you could show me some more of your tats, let me decide after seein’ some on a real person instead of a piece of paper…” He gestured towards the magazines, chuckling. 

It was exactly as she thought.

He did watch her with hunger. With lust. With desire and with passion. All of it in a single, contorted mix watched her as she performed the task he had asked of her. His legs parted further and his hands made quick work of the belt that clung around his waist. It laid open on his lap, allowing his hand to slip beneath the waist of his trousers. She needed his touch. So did he.

One of his hands started to slowly pull at himself when she finally dropped the final piece of clothing to her feet. Fuck. He had missed her. Even if it had only been hours since they last seen her. His infatuation with the girl was palpable. He could reach out with his hands and take it. Instead, his hand was preoccupied with another physical representation of his infatuation.

Alfie lent forward in the chair, taking one of her hands in his and led it to the fastenings of his trousers. “I really need to get this done…” He reminded her, despite his actions speaking to the contrary. The hand let hers go, instead opting to run up the length of her arm, just above the elbow, and pull her down. “… But I just can’t help myself around you.”

“You’re going to ruin me.”

Cassidy, while happy to do anything the man asked, did have to pout just a little as he neglected to touch her like she had wanted him to. Blonde hair bounced as he gently pulled her closer, and light green eyes widened at his words. He wasn’t going to fuck her. Not right now at least. Not while he had so much work still on his plate. 

She didn’t like it, but the girl understood. His work was important. And the quicker he could get it done, the quicker he could turn his focus onto her. Just like she liked best. Though, she couldn’t help but lay out a counterpoint, just incase he would agree to it. 

“I can be good daddy ... quiet.” She smiled softly as her dainty little hand wrapped around the base of his cock and shooed away his hand in the process. She nibbled upon her bottom lip for a second and inched just a little closer until her knees hit the front of his chair. Her hand began to jerk up and down, slowly, teasingly. 

Will laughed, following Nix’ eyes into his lap and then back again. He’d cast a glance over his shoulder at the woman she pointed out, yes, and while, on another night, he may have hit on her, he found his eyes quickly returned to his partner at the bar. “I was about to say, what makes you think it’s that big? But if this is some elaborate plot to get me to show you my cock, first of all, you don’t have to work that hard and second…” he raised his glass to his lips. “…it’s working.”

He honestly couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not, the flushed look that had come from her body radiated as far as he could tell. His eyes paid careful attention to the way her breasts rose and fell, enjoying see just the various patterns that they reacted to each of his movements. Jack couldn’t figure out why, but he had suddenly become fascinated with her, every single inch of her. Sure, he had thought that she was cute, and maybe he wanted to fuck her, but this was relatively unexpected. But with the way that she talked to him, by the way that this had gone, he really felt like there was a large potential for something more. “I said a lot of things.” He smiled again, another small laugh echoing from his lips. “But, if you mean about you being mine… I’ll gladly have more of this, and more of you, if you’re interested.”

She let out a beautiful noise as he continued to slide inside of her, his cum making it even easier to move back and forth. The smile that came across her face might have been the most beautiful she had ever looked, though he imagined that there were going to be potential opportunities in the future where she could look even more lovely. What he didn’t expect was the way that she grabbed him and pulled him into her body, their lips meeting and a passionate kiss started. Jack was completely entranced in the moment, removing his hand from her throat and moving both arms to the bed, holding himself up just so he could continue to kiss the blonde. After a few moments he stopped to catch his breath, letting out a short chuckle. “Didn’t see this happening today…” Looking at her, his eyes drifted from her gaze all the way down her body, to where they both met. “But I am very happy about it.”

The way that she looked at he stared at her was beyond perfect, and he was enthralled by the sounds that came from her lips. Every single whimper and moan made his cock twitch inside of her, the eagerness to fuck her even harder coming through. She was so damn beautiful, and he had thought so for a while. So actually being able to do this, to spend this time with Cassidy, was everything that he could have wished for. The soft words that she gasped out made Jack grin, still moving roughly in and out of her. “I’m gonna cum…” He could feel the build in his body, the sensations growing wild, everything becoming too much to handle. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around him, and the knowledge that she wanted this to an extreme degree just made it more appealing. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer, thrusting several deep, rough times before he spilled out inside of her, the warmth of his cum surrounding his cock.

“An hour, huh? Guaranteed? Do you offer this service to everyone? Or just those in need?” He chuckled then took a sip of his drink, silently agreeing to play along–even if she was the one he wanted underneath him in an hour. “Actually, don’t answer that,” he laughed. He then leaned in, lowering his voice, folding his hands on the bar. “If you had to, though, if you were to be my wing woman… person, whatever, how would you do it? What would you say? Better yet…” He looked around. “…Who would you pick?”

Again, he’d pick her, but how many times did you get the chance to ogle other beautiful women with a beautiful woman?

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