Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning Read Free Book Online Page B

down one arm. She continued pivoting as she dropped it on the floor. Her back was now to Brad, so she bent at the waist, pulling the material of her skirt tight across her ass as she removed her low heels and tossed them in the general direction of the closet. She twisted so she could glance past her own leg to see if her little striptease was having any effect.
    He was watching her with a surprised look, and Allie realized that it was the first time she’d ever done anything seductive for him. She’d been so afraid of him developing an interest in anything kinky that she strictly avoided sexual playfulness. He never seemed to notice its absence, and she suspected that he’d been so well trained in behaving properly that he would consider this kind of thing shamelessly depraved.
    Too bad, Allie thought. She was beginning to enjoy herself, even if it might freak Brad out. But he didn’t object to her actions, so she let herself continue to move and undulate, feeling sexy and wanton. She eased the skirt over her bottom and down her legs, refusing to think of her thighs compared to Jane’s. Maybe because of all the talk about sex at dinner, it was surprisingly easy to get caught up in the eroticism. Part of her was tempted to open the website back up just to look at the naughty pictures and get Brad in the mood. But knowing it was safer ground for her not to, she slid onto the bed and across his prone body. She saw with relief that her performance had the physical effect she’d been striving for.
    Lowering her face to nuzzle his stomach through his shirt just above his beltline, she heard the sudden intake of his breath and knew she had his full attention. With deft movements of her hands, she made short work of opening his slacks and gaining full access to his erect cock.
    “Oh, Allie. Yes,” Brad moaned, as her mouth closed around the head of his dick.
    Pulling off momentarily, she smiled up at him. She knew he loved this, even though his parents probably would have considered it sinful. Brad had been afraid to even hold her hand in front of them for fear of their disapproval. She wondered what he would think of her if he knew that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. She had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t approve of that, and she was sure that his parents would be shocked. Returning to her task, she added a slow stroking movement with her hand while she swirled her tongue over the slit in the end, lapping up a drop that had formed there. She loved the way he would twitch and tense up when he was getting close to orgasm, and she worked intently, waiting for his explosion. Brad continued to moan and thrust toward her face in small jerks of his hips, fucking her hot mouth. Finally he stopped moving and let loose a frustrated growl.
    “What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t I doing it right?” Allie asked, a bit timidly. Usually he didn’t have any problems climaxing.
    “I don’t know. I’m right there, but I just can’t get over the edge.”
    “Is the stuff you looked at on Jane’s site still bothering you?” she asked.
    “The site? Oh, yeah,” he sounded thoughtful. “No, I don’t think that’s the problem. This really is wonderful.” He caressed her hair for a moment then gently guided her head back to its work.
    Within seconds of returning to her ministrations, she heard him murmur, “Oh yeah,” in a strangled tone, and his torso stiffened. The next second there was a warm wash of fluid across her tongue. She enjoyed the pulsing of his penis, continuing to stroke and lick it until she felt him relax, spent. As she curled up to his leg, her face nestled on his hip, a thought came to her unbidden. Maybe he had liked the pictures on the web more than he’d admitted.
    Allie considered the idea for a few minutes and dismissed it before drifting off to sleep to the sound of his deep, steady breathing.

Chapter 6
     
    Allie felt a little better in the morning. She was absolutely determined to get rid of