Laid Bare - Lauren Dane [77]
One-handed, he swept the top of his desk clean and laid her down, pulling her shirt open as he did. “I’ve missed these, most definitely. But you’re not wearing a bra to work now?” He arched a brow at her and she laughed, pulling at his pants to get them open.
“It’s in my bag upstairs. I took it off when I got here. Along with my panties.”
He froze. “The piercing.” He breathed out slowly and pushed the hem of her skirt up; she spread her thighs and he saw it, glistening, resting against her clit. “Whoo, that’s . . . Can I touch it?”
“Yes, god, yes.”
He pulled her to the edge of the desk and her bare feet rested on his shoulders. Spreading her open, he touched the silver barbell and she whimpered.
“How does it feel with this”—he touched the bead at the bottom of the barbell—“sliding against your clit all day?”
“Most of the time I don’t really feel much, but sometimes I’ll move a certain way and it feels so good and I have to go in the back and finger myself.”
He closed his eyes a moment.
Behind them, Ben tromped down the stairs and pulled to a stop once he saw what was happening. “Whoops! Holy shit.”
Erin burst out laughing, until Todd leaned in and fluttered his tongue over her clit and the barbell. Then she moaned low in her throat.
“Should I leave?”
“Do you want him to leave, Erin?”
“I want your mouth back where it was,” she said, sounding frustrated. “And no, of course not.”
Todd shrugged—“You got your answer”—and went back to licking her clit. She tasted so good. He’d missed her so much he’d vowed repeatedly over the past two weeks that he’d never be gone from her side for longer than a few days. DJ had teased him about calling her so often because he’d had to head up the trail about a mile and a half from where they’d camped to get clear enough reception. It hadn’t mattered; hearing her voice made it all worth it.
The jewelry made eating her pussy a new experience. He liked playing with it, flicking it, tugging, albeit very gently. Her clit was way more sensitive it seemed, or maybe it was his being gone for two weeks, since no one but her had touched it. He knew Ben hadn’t, although according to both of them they had kissed a few times.
He opened his eyes to catch Ben straightening after a kiss. His cock was out and Erin’s hand was wrapped around it. Todd’s cock throbbed at the sight.
Gently, he sucked her clit between his lips, careful with the piercing, and she gasped and arched her back, shoving her cunt into his face as she came fast and hard.
He stood and kissed her belly. Ben’s cock was right there, glistening.
“I’ve got to get inside you, but not on this desk, it’s too low.” Both of them helped her stand on rubbery legs. Ben tucked his cock back into his pants and they went upstairs.
Todd liked the way she looked in his house. This business of having separate places was annoying and he planned to deal with that very soon.
“Let’s lock the doors so we don’t get any company. I have plans for you, Erin, and they don’t include having my mother pop over to say hello.”
“I locked up when I came in, but apparently Ben came in behind me.” Erin looked at him over her shoulder as she locked the front door again.
“I’m gonna come in behind you again too,” Ben said and Todd laughed.
Once the front windows were closed—being seen was hot; being seen by his mother, not so much—Todd dropped his jeans and pulled his shirt off.
“I love it when you look at me like that. Makes me feel like a superhero.”
Erin laughed and pushed him to sit on the couch and then fell to her knees, clasping her hands at the small of her back once she’d tossed her shirt aside. He loved to see her that way; it drove him crazy.
He looked at her with a happy sigh. “You’re so beautiful. God, I missed you.”
Ben knelt next to her.
“Kiss her,” Todd said softly, and Ben slid his fingers into her hair, tipping her head to take her mouth for a kiss. Erin’s hand skimmed up Todd’s thigh until she found his cock, grabbing it in a firm grip, pumping it a few times.
“Ben,” Erin said softly once they’d broken the kiss, “help me.” Before