Free Pieces of Perfect by Elizabeth Hayley Page A

underneath, before finally pulling them down to free himself.
     
    Leaning over, he hit a few buttons on the control panel. “What do you think? We are at a high school football field. How does a quarter sound to you?”
     
    Huh? What was he talking about?
     
    He messed with the switchboard for a few seconds and then pointed up to the scoreboard at the end of the field, where "12:00" projected in neon red before beginning to tick down. Holy shit! He was going to time himself. Publicly.
 
    Again, he stepped in front of me, this time looking me in the eyes. “Remove your shirt and your bra,” he said without taking his eyes off of mine. I did as instructed, but he didn’t look down at my breasts, which were already heavy and full at the thought of him touching me. He put his right hand tightly over his thickness and began to pull slowly. Steadily. “Keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away.” His breathing increased as he spoke. “Do you know I touched myself like this twice last night and once this morning? And each time I came, all I could think about was you and how hot that tight little ass of yours looked in those black pants yesterday.”
 
    So much for my “conservative” outfit choice.
     
    I struggled not to look down, especially when I could see his sinewy biceps flexing with each movement out of my peripheral vision. I wanted to gaze at him touching himself, see what his dick looked like in his hand, while he gave himself the pleasure he had wanted so badly from me.
     
    But the way he stared at me was intimate, so much so that I didn’t dare look away during such a private encounter. “Inhale,” he directed. “I want all of your senses focused on me.”
     
    I breathed in twice, deeply, and smelled a mixture of soap and sweet wintergreen on him. I could see the game clock out of the corner of my eye. “10:32,” I said, swallowing hard. “You better get started if you wanna make your deadline,” I urged playfully. I didn't know how long I could keep my hands off of him —or off of myself—if he kept this up.
 
    He took his hand away so that he could grab hold of my skirt with both hands and pull it down. My underwear was the next to go.
 
    “Oh, it’s not my deadline, darling. It’s yours. Do you have any idea what the biggest sexual organ in the human body is?”
 
    Uh, yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m looking at it , I thought as I glanced down at his throbbing cock, the tip already slick with pre-cum. God, I wanted to put my mouth around it. Lick the saltiness from him, and suck him off until he exploded with a rush inside my mouth.
     
    “It’s actually the brain,” he said with a seductive smirk, obviously aware of what I had been thinking. “To achieve maximum pleasure, both your body and your mind need to be stimulated. This is especially true for women,” he said softly, allowing his cool breath to run along my shoulder as he spoke without touching me. He leaned in further to lick and nip along my collarbone, and I felt the tip of him touch my opening. I yearned for him to thrust into me, over and over again, until I was so sore I couldn’t walk.
     
    “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued. “I’d have loved nothing more than to just yank your skirt up and have my way with you like I did in the airport.  Quickly.  And roughly.  And with no concern for anyone’s pleasure but my own. And one day I will do that again. But what you’ve asked me for requires a much more . . . deliberate approach.” He glanced over my right shoulder at the scoreboard. “Nine minutes left. I’ve hardly even touched you since I set you down, and I’m willing to bet that you’re already fucking wet for me. Let’s find out, shall we?”
     
    He pushed his index finger deep inside me and I instantly tilted my head back against the cool glass window. When he withdrew, he put his finger to his lips, slid it in his mouth, and ran his tongue along it before pulling it out. “You taste