Tommy!
Oh God, no.
Just over the threshold I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second and a wave of dizziness hits. When I open them again, I see Tommy in the chair.
Blindfolded.
THANK GOD!
What do I DO?!
Everything inside me answers;
GET OUT, RUN!
The guys in the room are watching me, already undressing me with their eyes. Not difficult to do since I stand here in my raincoat, heels and underwear. Adrenaline is pumping fast through my body and gives me the shakes. I'm freaking out as shivers run up my spine.
"Hhh!" a shaky huff of air is forced out through my mouth; a breath I had no memory of holding.
Can I do this?
Breathing in deeply I work to take control of my nerves but spots dance in my vision as I grow lightheaded.
It seems I stood inside the door a bit too long because Jake, Tommy's long-time friend, steps forward. My stomach drops, I'm sure he's going to yell -
WHAT THE FUCK!
But, with my hood up and the upper portion of my face painted in an intricate silvery mask, his eyes are (naturally) drawn to my breasts, framed by my open coat.
"So, sweetheart, are we going to do this or what?" Jakes words are a bit slurred and his eyes glassy and his question seems to reflect the impatience in the room. He really hasn't lifted his eyes above my neck... Huh!
We need the money, DAMN IT! There is no choice. Oh god! We NEED the money now!
I swallow hard. My nipples tighten, pebbling up with all the attention. A melting heat spreads low in my body.
What the hell is wrong with me?!
I've always been attracted to Tommy, it's true. But this is messed up.
No choice.
As I launch myself forward my eyes adjusting to darkened room, my response to Jake's question comes out low and husky, "Keep your pants on
Romeo,
I'll set up and we'll get the party started."
God! What if they recognize my voice!
Nervously I check for any signs but the mood remains boisterous. The scrap of lace between my thighs is going damp.
I strut over to the far wall where the stereo system is set up and nearly drop my player as I try to dock it and pull up the playlist.
Allowing my coat to slide off my arms, I turn toward the room. The guys are pulling chairs over on each side of Tommy's recliner.
Remnants of an earlier poker game sit in the other corner of the room just in front of the bar that's lined with empty bottles. My reflection in the mirrors behind the bar seems alien - the neon lights cast a glow on my skin and turn my lacy silver bra and panties an icy shade of blue.
The music starts slow and sexy and I walk over to Tommy.
Jesus, God!
He seems so big as I kneel down before him. Swallowing hard, I sit back on the metal heals of my stilettos.
I reach out my trembling hands and the pads of my fingers touch his calves; I run them up the soft worn material of his jeans. My eyes dart up to his face, I can't help but check to make sure he's unable to see beneath the blindfold.
Pushing up, I gasp when my nipples accidently graze his knees and I slide my hands to the inside of his thighs.
Tommy's mouth kicks up on the side in a small smirk - I grind my teeth and flex my fingers over his heavy, muscular legs.
I'll give you something to smirk about...
Smoothing my hands up onto his growing shaft, I rake my nails against the head of his cock.
God! It's wide.
My hands shake and Tommy groans with a soft chuckle.
If he only knew who was touching him.
I pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down slowly, just a bit, freeing his cock. It juts up inside his boxer briefs. "Yes!" He hisses as leans back and splays his legs open a bit further.
My fingers run up his hard stomach, I lean in and nip at the head of his shaft. Tommy jumps, groans; and his friends' laughter roars in my ears.
As his cock continues to grow in length an impulse to pull his underwear down, to see it bare, seizes me. A nauseous-guilt follows, hits me square in the chest coiling like a spring and locking my muscles.
A gush of moisture floods my center.
How can I be so nervous yet feel so fucking hot at the same time?!
The guys are groaning, laughing and making comments about my sweet, tight little ass and my smooth skin - and what they would like to do to it.
Running my hands up Tommy's chest is pure pleasure, something I've only day-dreamed about (too many times). His pecks are hard and I pay attention to his flat male nipples. They bead up and I pinch them briefly, which earns me another ruff groan from Tommy.
I remove my hands from his chest and lever myself up to a standing position. For the benefit of the guys in the room, I sway sexily to the music and spread my stance a bit to give them a good look.
God, this feels naughty!
Stepping up, I place my feet on either side of Tommy in the seat of the chair, his warm hands wrap around my ankles anchoring me. As I grind my hips in a circular motion my core heats up, sensations zing straight to my clit.
Tommy's nose flares, he takes in my hot scent.
God! The tension is getting hard to manage. This feeling takes hold, foreign and so overwhelming. A gnawing, growing
need
. I want... something, someone to
slam
up into me.
Oh my god
. One hard thrust to set me off - relieve the pressure, some of the
