Chasing His Muse

I slipped off my flats, flopped my ass on the couch, and decided to text Brenton.

Hey, I’m home now. Just got back. What are you doing?

Hey, I’m not doing you for sure.

Mmm… Yes, I miss you doing me.

I’m still at a meeting with my agent, I thought you were still busy. I waited. But you didn’t text.

So you will come here afterward?

You don’t have to ask twice. Just wait for me okay.

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Damn, you shouldn’t say things like that, I’m in a meeting.

I know baby, that’s why I’m enticing you. So you know exactly what I’m doing without you.

I know, I’ll regret this. But tell me, what are you doing to yourself?

So you do want to know? I’m not sure I’m brave enough, to give you the details.

Try me, beautiful.

Wait for it I’m stripping myself naked.

Fuck.

Yes, please. I’m still waiting for you.

What are you doing now? Damn. I’m cutting this meeting short.

I’m in the bath, all wet and soapy. All alone and horny.

Touch yourself for me, Nicolette.

Okay.

Wait. I’m done with the meeting. I’m going to your place now.

Mm-hmm.

Shit, Nikki!

Yes. Wishing it’s your fingers, between my legs now.

Damn Nikki. Wait for me.

Baby?

Fuck, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?

I’m so fucking stiff right now babe.

Damn. You’re not even answering my text anymore.

I’ll be there in twenty Nicolette.

That was the first time I really enjoyed touching my self. I climaxed thinking of Brenton. I completely ignored his text. It buzzes a couple of times until it stopped. I know there would be payback. But I just couldn’t help myself, teasing him.

I got up from the bath, and dry myself, and put on my lotion. God, I missed this. It had been a while since I pampered myself. I should take Regan for a girl’s spa day tomorrow.

I went to the kitchen in my lingerie and robe. Turning on the coffee machine and waited for Brenton. Not long until there was a knock on the door. And my phone rings.

Eager now?

I answered my phone.

“Nikki, I’m at the door.” His voice was deep and urgent.

“Yes, be there in a sec.” I picked up my pace to open the door.

He looks at me with lust, seeing me in my pink lingerie. I was wearing nothing underneath, he could see the outline of my nipples clearly. He reached for my breast and cupped them, then tugged my body flat to him, then both of his hands went to my back, and felt my bare ass underneath my lingerie.

“Hey there, let’s get this scene inside the house, Brenton.” I reached out my hand to his face, down to his tattooed chest, and grabbed his arm, taking him inside and locked the door behind us.

I walked to the kitchen bravely in front of him, knowing that he was looking at my back. “So, I’m making coffee, you want some?” I smiled sweetly at him, looking all innocent. Not like I had just finger fucked myself, thinking of him.

He was behind me in no time. He tilted his head down to my neck. His breath warm in my ear. “What I want Nicolette, is watch you make yourself come, cause apparently I had been left out on your little play.”

I was shuddering under his words, his deep voice resonates through my ear. The way he rolled out his words and said my name made me wet again. I turn off the coffee machine. And turned to face him. I looked at his face, taking his fingers entwined it with mine, and guide them under my skimpy lingerie. He looked at me, his eyes darken with lust as he found mine was wet already.

He eagerly kissed me, opening my mouth and savoring me, moaning my name. “Fuck! Nikki. You’re insatiable.” He urged my finger inside me as his hand left mine, then settled and rest on my hips. He stepped back watching me fingering myself, leaning back to the kitchen counter.

“It’ll be more fun if you join in with me. Why don’t you unbuckle your belt, and pull down your zipper.” He raised an eyebrow smirking, as he stepped back, and rest his back on the kitchen island.

“Nice baby, you can drop your pants and touch your dick for me.” I was moaning his name, seeing how hard he was already. Then I came closer to him, talking dirty, biting and suckling on his ear. Then I moved my hand, taking his hand to my sex and mine fisting his. “Damn, Nikki. So I’m so fucking hard right now. I need you to suck me beautiful.” I looked at him and bite his bottom lip playfully.

“My pleasure Brent.” I slowly kneel in front of him and licked him, sucking his tip then putting it all in my mouth, as he holds my head, cursing, and moaning. He was controlling my pace to his liking. Telling me what to do, how to do it to his liking, how fast, how hard, and I complied to each. Making him moaning and cursing louder. I never knew I could give this kind of pleasure to a man. It was making me brave, confident, and more seductive towards him.

I held his tattooed thighs with both arms and looking at his, as he looked down on me. Clearly very aroused as I could see lust and wants in his eyes, his jaw clenched and his dick twitched in my mouth. Knowing that he was about to come, I started fisting and sucking him harder, he cursed and telling me that he was about to come. I eagerly deep throat him, as he loses control and bucked his hips then bursting inside me as I kept on sucking him, milking him dry.

“Fuck! You’re getting too good at this. I think I’m addicted to you now. Come, get up and kiss me beautiful.” I got up and he took my mouth and kissed me tasting himself.

“Let’s go upstairs, I want to fuck you senseless until you come again, and again until your voice is raspy from calling out my name.” With those words, he carried me to his shoulder and delivered his words.