Hungry Eyes (2 page)

Chapter Two

Miranda found herself daydreaming about
Reece
on her way home from work. The first time they’d been together had totally blown her mind, but she hadn’t really expected a repeat performance—certainly nothing like what had happened. The man was hot. He saw plenty of action. He didn’t need to hit his uptight neighbor up for a piece of ass.

He’d surprised her, though. He hadn’t lost interest as soon as he nailed her and headed off for new scalps. It had been weeks since their first encounter and they were still seeing one another.

She’d discovered
Reece
was far kinkier than she had imagined. With her reserved nature, she was having trouble keeping up with him. It was no wonder he’d never seen any of those women more than two or three times since she’d begun watching him a few months ago.

The man could fuck, though. Good lord, he could put it on her. Her vagina stayed bruised from all their rounds of lovemaking--if that’s what it could be called.

When she got home and checked her mail, she was surprised to see a folded up note inside the box.

I want to see you tonight after dinner. I have a surprise for you.
Reece

Her pulse quickened and a smile crossed her face. If nothing else, the man was creative.

Miranda had a simple supper of leftovers then went upstairs to her bathroom to get ready. It made her feel infinitely more attractive to get fixed up before seeing
Reece
, especially considering the caliber of women he usually chose to see. She’d never felt like she was much to look at, and it raised her ego to know that he hadn’t seen anyone else since they’d begun their little games a few weeks ago. She must be different enough to keep him intrigued, though she wasn’t sure how.

She wore her auburn hair loose, scrunching gel into it and hitting it with the diffuser until it settled around her shoulders like a lion’s mane. Men always seemed to like her hair wild, and
Reece
was no exception. The first time she wore it like that for him…. She blushed remembering him grabbing it and moving her around like some porn star.

Miranda slipped on her boutique bra and crotchless panties with the hot pink satin and black lace. She’d felt more than a little slutty buying the expensive lingerie ensemble, but when she wore it, it made her feel sexier than anything else she’d ever managed to buy. She wished she’d bought some backups for when they wore out. She’d been saving it for
Reece
, and she couldn’t wait to see what he thought about it. The very idea made her thighs steam and her heartbeat pick up a notch.

She finished off by putting on a short, flirty black dress that swung freely around her hips but clung to all the right spots. The front dipped low, revealing the decent cleavage her bra mustered up in the front. She wondered if she should put on makeup, but then, she’d always had sensitive skin and eyes. She thought she still looked young, even if she was thirty. It wasn’t time to start hiding stuff yet and maybe she’d never worry about that stage. She tended to be lazy when it came to primping.

Sighing and satisfied this was as good as it was going to get, she slipped on some black heels and headed downstairs, out the door, and over to his place.

She felt jittery, nervous about tonight as she walked the short distance to his house. He was always surprising her, but he’d never actually revealed that he
had
a surprise for her before the fact. She wondered what it could be.

Something sexual, without a doubt. His kinkiness was infectious. Far from being horrified at the possibilities of where his mind could go, she found herself more and more intrigued and willing to go along for the ride. She hadn’t been raised that way. She should be a prude, and upstairs watching TV and munching out on popcorn--not going over to her fuck buddy’s for sex.

Miranda tossed her hair a final time before ringing the doorbell. It took a few minutes before he answered the door.

She smiled when she heard him approach on the other side and readied to throw herself in his arms for a kiss.

The door swung open, revealing another man. He smiled when he looked at her, giving her a quick once over that looked very approving. “Hi. You must be Miranda.”

Miranda stared at him, blushing, her smile faltering only slightly as he motioned her inside. She hadn’t expected this. “Uh. Yes. And you are?”

“Colin. I’m a close friend of
Reece
’s. He invited me over tonight.”

Now she was confused and eager to find
Reece
. She’d assumed they’d be playing one of their games tonight. But maybe they were going to do something else. Some kind of couples thing possibly. Damn, when had she begun interpreting everything with a sexual slant? Maybe she was spending a little too much time hanging after him? He’d corrupted her once prudish mind. Well, not that prudish, but still ….

They went into the living room where he was waiting.
Reece
stood when they came in. He moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his heat and scent. She breathed his spicy cologne in deeply, looking up as he brought his mouth down and kissed her suddenly.

She squirmed in his arms when he pushed her lips apart with his tongue and delved into her mouth, going for a deeper kiss. She fought him as subtly as she could--to no avail--then melted against him as he worked his magic, suckling and nibbling at her tongue and lips until her thighs felt steamy and her lower belly hummed with that familiar ache.

Colin was a silent presence in the room, but she was definitely aware of him standing behind them, watching. Knowing his friend was watching them kiss made a strange coil of desire worm into her belly.

Reece
pulled away, looking down at her with his dark, smoky eyes. She swallowed and took her hands from him, clasping them in nervous tension.

He brought a hand up, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip, his smoky gaze lingering on hers. Just looking at him made her horny. Touching him was worse. “Have a seat,
chère
,” he said, motioning to the couch.

She sat down on the edge, and he sat beside her, pulling her back against him to snuggle under the nook of his arm and against his hard ribs.

“You’ve met Colin. We work together at the construction company. He oversees the coastal division.” He slipped a hand on her knee, rubbing his fingers in little circles against her thigh. Tiny tremors of delicious sensation jolted up her leg. She worked at ignoring him and focusing on the conversation.

“I just got back into town today,” Colin said.

“I couldn’t wait for him to meet you. He shares a lot of our interests.”

“Oh. Uh huh.” Miranda nodded, vaguely keeping her mind on Colin while
Reece
’s hand moved incrementally higher. She shifted, trying to make sure Colin couldn’t see what
Reece
was doing. His other hand, wrapped around her shoulder, brushed lightly against the side of her breast. She caught his hand, holding it.

He chuckled and brought his mouth close to her ear. His breath was hot against her neck. Shivers rioted down her spine. “I wanted to show him what a good girl I’ve gotten.” He kissed the shell of her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe.

Her eyes fluttered shut. “Mmmm. I … uh … I like meeting your friends. You seem more real that way.”

He chuckled quietly, his mouth vibrating against the hollow of her neck. His teeth grazed a sensitive cord of flesh, making goosebumps rise on her arms. “I don’t think you understand.”

She opened her eyes when his hand slid up to cup her moist mound. She grabbed his hand, looking quickly at Colin to see if he’d noticed. He had. His lids had dropped low. His face was hard--she recognized the sexual tension gripping his body.

“No, I don’t,” she whispered, turning against him. “We should stop. This is rude.”

“Colin likes it--like I do.” He kissed the corner of her jaw. “I want you to show him what you can do with that sweet mouth of yours,
chère
. I want you to suck my dick.”

As if on cue, his cock hardened, digging into her side as it rose and strained against his pants.

An erotic thrill raced through her, mingling with shock. Her mind went blank as she looked from one man to another.

They were serious.

“You’ve never been watched. There’s nothin’ like it. Nothin’.” He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb against the hardened nipple and bringing her back to life.

Juices gathered in her sex, making her slippery, achy with desire. She shouldn’t do this--should’ve run out of the house the moment he made the suggestion. Something held her rooted in place, and it wasn’t his hands on her. Colin was handsome, true, but the idea of turning someone else on like she’d been turned on watching
Reece
opened something new in her--a hidden desire she never knew she possessed. She
wanted
to show Colin how well she could use her mouth. She wanted to make him want her--make him jealous he didn’t have a girl just like her.

“You never have to see him again unless you want to,” he whispered, sealing the deal in her mind.

Her lips curled into a smile, and she reached to massage his cock through his pants. He grunted. “Is that a yes?”

She said nothing, just moved and straddled his lap, flipping her hair to the side as she kissed him full on the mouth. He groaned into her, cupping her ass with his hands, making her dress ride higher on her thighs. She ground her crotch against his, working her mouth down his jaw, his neck, his chest until the buttons of his shirt prevented her from moving further.

She pushed his arms away, slipping to the floor and kneeling between his knees, sliding her hands up his shirt to feel the tense muscles of his stomach. His sucked in a sharp breath when she raked her nails across his hip bones, moving for the button of his fly. She smiled at the wet spot she’d left on his fly, unzipping it and freeing his erection.

Miranda met his eyes, glancing quickly at Colin, who’d leaned back to enjoy the show. He rubbed his cock--the outline of his erection evident in his jeans.

She closed her thighs tightly, enjoying the torturous ache radiating from her core. Teasing
Reece
’s shaft, she lifted it from its fabric confines, scooping his balls out, as well. She leaned forward, watching him as she breathed hotly against him. His balls tightened, his cock twitched. She smiled, rubbing her lips softly over the head, enjoying its silky texture. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the end. Her tongue snaked out, catching the droplet.

He groaned, shifting restlessly. “More, baby.”

Feeling Colin watching her and enjoying it more than she should, she enveloped the mushroomed head of
Reece
’s cock in her mouth once, wetting the end. His body tensed all over. She pulled back, licking around his shaft until it glistened with her spit.

She wrapped her hand around his thick length, twisting her fingers in a corkscrew as she brought her mouth back down on his cock. His hips rose to greet her, driving his cock deep. She gagged slightly, choking it down. Men loved that--loved knowing they were big enough to go that deep--a huge mouthful.

Reece
uttered a faint grunt of satisfaction.

She twisted her fingers along his shaft, flicking her tongue over the sensitive helmet as she sucked. Her cheeks sank in with the suction. Her hand grew wet, sopping with saliva as she moved up and down, up and down.

He tasted so good--clean and fresh. She’d never tasted a man like him before--never wanted to perform like this before. Vaguely, she registered the sound of approval from the other man in the room, egging her on to do more.

Miranda pulled him out of her mouth, teasing him, slapping him against her tongue and making sloppy, wet noises. She jammed him back inside, growing vigorous, stretching her cheeks with his girth, getting sloppier and wetter--the wetter the better.

His dick swelled in her hand, tightening, the veins standing out, straining for release.
Reece
cupped her head, keeping her to him, his thighs hot and hard on her sides. Feeling her own excitement rise, she cupped her mound with her other hand, rubbing her clit through the slit of her panties while she pleasured him, feeling him nearing explosion. Her desire mounted, rising with his. She could feel her little bud engorge with blood. Pleasure rocked through her cunt, drenching her with cream until she wanted to die. She wanted his cock in her so bad.

She sucked him harder, moving her hands faster, faster, until he was panting above her, gripping her hair in a tangled knot, disallowing her from escape. She choked on him, ignoring everything but the feel of him in her mouth and the sweltering heat escaping her folds.

He groaned, his cock bucking between her hips. Hot cum shot to the back of her throat, coating the inside of her mouth just as the tremors of her orgasm rippled through her pussy. She rode her hand, greedily drinking his juices until his body was completely limp beneath her lips, and still, she wanted more. She continued sucking him, making his cock harden once more.

He moved, as if to push her away, but she wasn’t having it. She knocked his hand aside until she had him the way she wanted. She stood, freeing him from her mouth, looking down at him with sultry eyes. Straddling him again, she impaled herself on him, crying out as she took him to her deepest depths.

She arched her back, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, tightening her thighs on his hips as she drove herself on top of him.

He growled low in his chest, cupping her ass and burying his face against her chest. He bit her nipple through her dress and bra, torturing her but not satisfying her need to feel his mouth and wet tongue on her skin.

She moaned in frustration, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, taking him to the hilt each time. He dragged his hands up her back, finding her zipper and pulling it down, then jerking her dress around her waist--exposing her. He tore at her bra, freeing one breast from its confines and latching on to it. She screamed with his mouth connected, his tongue teasing her nipple.