that. I think that’s part of the appeal for me. I didn’t look upon last night as you cheating on me with another woman – nothing like that. Somehow the personal nature of what we were sharing made everything okay.”
I shrugged. Leticia went to the refrigerator and brought a glass of orange juice to the kitchen table. She set it down in front of me, leaning provocatively close as she did so. Her hand slid across the edge of the table and fell deliberately into my lap.
“I’m still very, very aroused,” she whispered hoarsely. “I keep playing every detail of last night over and over in my mind.”
As if it had a will of its own, her hand became more insistent. I felt the pressure of her palm and then the demand of her fingers as she tugged at the zip of my pants. She reached down and let out a soft little sigh of delight when she wrapped her hand around my growing erection.
“Don’t start something you aren’t willing to finish,” I warned Leticia. I sat back in the chair as her hand lightly began to stroke me.
“I just want you in my mouth,” Leticia whispered. “I keep thinking about what Cam did after you had finished last night, and I’ve been fantasizing about how you would have tasted after…”
I stood up from the table. Leticia was behind me, her body pressed against my back, her hand reaching around so that she could grip me. She had her free arm wrapped across my chest like a brace. I closed my eyes, felt the press of her breasts. Leticia’s mouth was against my ear so that I could feel the warm tingle of her every breath.
I felt myself harden quickly. I inhaled a deep breath. Leticia’s mouth nuzzled at my neck.
Her touch was skilled and trained. I let the images of sex with Cameron burst back across my mind. Flashes of erotica played like a film until at last I felt Leticia move. When I opened my eyes again she was on her knees before me. She looked up into my face, still stroking me lightly. Then she opened her mouth wide with slow deliberation. She licked her lips in a tease and then leaned forward to wrap the softness of her lips around the swell of my erection. Her eyes closed and I felt the swab of her tongue as though she were fantasizing about exploring the taste of Cameron. She suddenly became ravenous, and I heard the soft grunts of sound that attested to her willing efforts.
My hands went instinctively to her head, tangling my fingers in her hair. I slitted my eyes – and saw Cameron standing suddenly outside the double glass sliding doors. I looked down into Leticia’s face. Her eyes came open and drifted up to mine, her mouth still working contentedly along my shaft.
“Cam is right outside,” I said softly.
Leticia balked, aghast with sudden panic. She tried to stand up but I held her down on her knees. Her mouth slid off my cock and became a wrenched expression of horror.
“Jonah!”
“No!” I said firmly. “I warned you not to start something you couldn’t finish.” There was a dominant snap in my eyes and Leticia seemed to wilt before the force of it. “Besides, she needs to learn how to please me with her mouth and hands. This might be instructive.”
I waved Cameron inside and then drew Leticia’s mouth back onto my cock. For a moment she was stiff and resisting, made awkward by knowing Cam was watching. I pushed forward with my hips and my cock nudged against the back of Leticia’s throat. Her eyes flew wide… and then became soft and submissive. She tentatively fluttered her tongue along my length and then began to massage me again with the pressure of her lips.
Cameron stood in the threshold of the kitchen doors for long moments, her eyes drifting to where Leticia knelt, and then coming back to read the expression on my face. I gestured to the chair where I had been sitting just a few minutes earlier.
“Watch and learn,” I said. Cameron sat obediently. Leticia had her eyes screwed tightly shut and there was a flush of deep red embarrassment