My stomach drops. How many times has Joshua done just that? Picked up more than one girl and taken them home from one of these pussy parties. Past tense, past tense, past tense, I try to remind myself. I see Ben through the hallway looking around, obviously for us.
“I’m going out to see Joshua.” I frown.
“Ok,” they reply.
“You guys coming?” I ask.
“No, we are good here.”
I walk out to the backyard and see Joshua talking to a group of men. One hand is holding his drink and the other is in his pocket. His eyes narrow when he sees me and he runs his tongue over his front teeth. He’s angry.
I walk over to him and gently link my arm through his. “Hello.” I smile.
His eyes flick to me and the men all continue their conversation. “I will be coming alone to the next party,” he murmurs into his drink.
I roll my lips as I think of an answer. “Because I was dancing?” A waitress walks past and I grab another champagne off the tray.
“No, because I told you to stay where I can see you,” he replies.
I smile. “I won’t let you leave the house to come without me anyway.”
His eyes drop to mine. “Like you could stop me,” he whispers, annoyed.
I smirk. “I could easily stop you if I wanted to.”
He sips his drink as he raises his eyebrow.
“I would just tie you to the bed,” I murmur into my drink.
A trace of a smile kisses his lips.
I smile broadly.
“Natasha, what do you think of LA?” a man from across the circle asks me. Huh? My eyes flick across the group.
“I love it so far.” I smile nervously. “It will be better when I go to work though.”
“Oh what do you do?” another man asks.
“I’m a psychologist,” I reply.
“Oh, healthcare like Cam,” someone replies.
I smile and nod as my mind flicks to Cam. “Cameron left with two girls,” I whisper to Joshua and his eyes hold mine as he thinks of a reply.
“Cameron’s single,” he mutters.
What in the hell is he doing at this moment? Two girls are probably taking turns at sucking his dick. Oh my god, eeww. Gross.
The men keep talking about Cameron’s new role. “What then?” Joshua whispers as he moves us back from the crowd a bit.
My eyes flick up to him and I frown in question as he pulls me from my disgusting Cameron thoughts.
“You have me tied to the bed. What then?” he asks.
Oh shit, he wants to play dirty talk and I’ve got nothing… hmmm. Quick, think of something. I troll my brain for something sexy.
“I would sit on your face,” I blurt out. Oh god, that sounded shit. I inwardly wince.
He smirks sexily. “Really? Could be hard for me to breathe.”
Um. “I wouldn’t care if you couldn’t breathe because I would be sliding up and down on your face getting myself off while I hold onto the bed head.” I nearly giggle at the ridiculousness of my last comment. Where do I come up with this shit?
His eyes hold mine.
I lick my bottom lip for effect. “You see when a woman needs an orgasm she has no regard for anything that goes on around her. Her mind is focused on one thing only,” I whisper.
His eyes darken and drop down to my legs and then back up to my breasts. “And how would you get your orgasm?” he whispers.
“I would turn around and suck that big dick of yours while I kneel over you. That big cock would touch the back of my throat while my eyes close in need.”
He slowly cracks his neck and his eyes drop to my cleavage and then back up to my lips.
Ok he liked that. I inwardly high-five my dirty talking skills-it’s been a while. “And then I would crawl down your body and mount you reverse cowboy position.”
His eyes darken further.
“So you could see my body struggling and my legs would have to be spread so wide to take in that massive cock of yours. And you would feel how deep inside my body you are, feel the quiver of my muscles contract around you as you slide home,” I whisper.
He lifts his chin as he cracks his neck again.
“In… out… stretched to the hilt,” I whisper as my eyes linger on his beautiful big lips.
His mouth hangs slack and I know he is picturing just what I am telling him. His arousal is obvious.
“And you can film it,” I whisper.
His eyes widen. “I can film it?” he asks.
“On your phone you can film it, and we can watch it on the television in our room.”
His darkened eyes drop to my body and then my lips as his chest starts to rise and fall deeply.
“Again and again,” I whisper as I lean in close and kiss him gently. I can feel his erection though his pants and pride hits me that I can get him like this without touching him.