Chapter 4
Bianca
He might be covering himself with a towel, but I was looking when he got out of the pool.
He’s hard. It’s not the first time, or even the tenth, that I’ve teased a man into getting hard.
But usually it’s my brother’s friends. It’s fun, but not exciting because I know that they’ll never do anything about it.
Maybe that’s why I got bored with trying to flirt, nothing would ever come of it.
Today, here, it’s different. Mr. Walker doesn’t know my brothers or know that they’d kill him if they saw him looking at me the way he is right now. My heart is thumping hard and fast both in my chest and between my legs. There’s fear, but there’s also anticipation. What will he do?
He has a book in his hands, but his eyes are on me. I move around, pretending to settle when, really, I’m just moving around to keep his attention. I like it. I like it more than I’ve ever liked anyone looking at me before. It’s exciting.
I don’t know if it’s because my brothers aren’t here to keep something from happening, and it all depends on how far I can go with this? Or maybe it’s because it’s all up to Mr. Walker. He’s married. His wife could come home at any moment, but he’s out here looking at me.
Not only is he looking, he’s staying out here so he can look longer. And I want him, so I’m willing to do whatever he’s willing to do. So the question is, how much of a barrier are his marriage vows?
With my eyes slitted open just a tad so that they look closed, I watch him. I bend my knees, pulling my legs up. Then I slowly part my knees, not a lot, just a little. Mr. Walker sucks in a breath. I can’t hear it, but I can see it. His chest jumps outward and his lips part.
Even with the heat of the sun beating down on me, a chill goes down my spine at his reaction. My nipples are pulled tight and aching for his touch. There’s no doubt he’s willing to look, but is he willing to do more?
I spread my legs a little wider. Mr. Walker leans forward slightly. My heart rate starts to pick up. I’m getting so wet. I feel it racing through my arms and legs, beating a heavy pulse between my legs, and especially at the tips of my breasts.
I take a deep breath and notice that Mr. Walker’s gaze moves up to my chest, but then lowers back to my bottom half. So I spread my legs a little wider. When I do, a drop of wetness slides down over my skin and drips onto the cement beneath the lounger I’m on.
That seems to be the last straw for Mr. Walker. He stands and moves closer. Another drop of wetness falls.
“If you spread those thighs wider, I’ll come closer,” he says.
I move my feet a little farther apart, giving him a very clear view.
“I thought your eyes were closed, but you were watching me watch you, weren’t you, Bianca?”
My only response is to fully open my eyes and look at him. I don’t truly know how to flirt, only to tease. And teasing is as far as I’ve ever gotten.
“Wider,” he says. “Show me where you want me to look.”
I open my legs and set my heels on the outer edges of the lounger. He moves closer. Not quickly like I thought he would, but slowly, prowling.
“I see how wet it’s making you, teasing me, knowing I’m watching you. Even in the heat, your nipples are pulled tight. And your pussy is making a puddle on the concrete. I think this is more than teasing. I think it’s an invitation. Push your knees out wider. Show me everything.”
My obedience is instantaneous. I may have started this with my teasing, but I’m no longer in control here. He is. That thought has another drop of wetness cascading over my skin and dropping onto the ground.
Mr. Walker takes hold of my ankle and lifts it off the lounger. He moves my leg aside so that he can sit down on the bottom half of the lounger. Having him so close when I’m naked and wanting has me shifting under his hot gaze.
“Is this what you do back home? You tease boys?”
I nod.
“And what do they do?”
“Nothing,” I whisper.
“Those fucking idiots,” he growls.
“It’s my brothers. They were protective.”
He smiles at me. “I’ll be protective, too. I sent my own son away with his horny friends. Then again, you didn’t like them watching you, did you? You didn’t get naked for them, did you?”
I shake my head.
He leans closer. “But you got naked for me. Spread these soft thighs for me, didn’t you, Bianca?”
“Yes.”
His smile grows and turns wicked. His hand moves slowly, lifting from the lounger and moving closer and closer. I stop breathing, my blood throbbing with anticipation. No one’s ever dared touch me there before. And I’ve never wanted anyone to so badly.
Mr. Walker’s thick middle finger traces my seam from bottom to top. He gathers up some of the wetness, then lifts it to his mouth and sucks his finger inside. I whine at the sight. It’s so hot and so dirty at the same time.
With a groan, he sucks his finger deeper into his mouth before letting it pop free. Then, with a smile still on his face, Mr. Walker presses the wet tip of his finger against my clit.
I cry out.
It feels so good. I’ve rubbed myself into a frenzy hundreds of times. My frantic touches have never felt as good as his rough finger flicking my clit. Pressing my heel against the edge of the lounger, I lift my hips, desperate for more of his touch.
“So needy,” he whispers. “So sexy.”
Then he moves his finger. My eyes blink open in the bright sunlight. I don’t even know when I closed them. Probably when he started touching me.
“Are you wet enough to let me inside?” he asks. “You’re dripping after all.”
I spread myself wider, so open to his touch. Wanting it. Needing it. When his thick finger presses inside, our eyes lock and hold.
“Has anyone ever been inside you, Bianca?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“No one?”
“My hand is the only one that’s ever been between my legs,” I admit.
“Until now.”
“Until now,” I agree.
He curls his finger and rubs over a spot that both makes me moan and feel like I might wet myself because it’s so good. My mouth falls open, but only a squeak comes out.
“So responsive,” he says. “I can’t wait to taste you, to suck on your clit, to split you open with my cock.”
I whine as my hips buck upward. His finger is thrusting harder, faster. I’m worried that I really am going to wet myself. But it’s too good to stop. It’s a sharp, uncontrollable type of pleasure.
“Please,” I moan. “Please.”
“I’ll give you anything you want if you beg,” he whispers darkly.
I bite my lip to keep from asking for more than I can handle. Because what I want is everything. Everything he has to give.
Lifting my foot from where it rests on his thigh, I spread myself open wider. I pull my knee up to my chest even as I press all my weight onto the other foot in order to lift myself higher.
When my inner muscles clamp down on his finger, Mr. Walker curses. He moves faster, thrusts harder. Reaching down, I desperately grip his arm. Not to stop him, but to make sure he doesn’t pull away again. I’m so close.
With his thumb, Mr. Walker reaches up and flicks my clit. I throw my head back on a moan as my body splinters with pleasure. My hips buck upward over and over as I ride out the pleasure he’s giving me.
Just as I slump back, panting, he stands. His hands move to the waist of his shorts. I lick my lips. A door slams somewhere inside the house. Drew calls out to his dad. Mr. Walker curses.
“Get dressed,” he says. “I’ll keep him inside for a few minutes.” With that, he stomps away, leaving me dazed.