My Boyfriend Likes To Watch (Loving In The Pub – Book 1)

My Boyfriend Likes To Watch (Loving In The Pub, Book 1)
Book Description

An empty pub, four smokin’ hot guys playing pool, and a very interested bartender looking on. There’s more afoot than a game of eight ball, Lisa surmised with a thrill of lusty anticipation.

When faced with all of that yummy male goodness, what’s a girl to do but ask, “Can I play?”

Book Details:

Author:  Siera Saunders
Publisher:  JSC Publishing
Publication Date:  March 2015 
Price:  $2.99 (USD)
Word Count:  5,200 words (approximate)
Language:  English
Format:  Electronic Book (eBook)

Reader Advisory

This is an erotic short story (approximately 5,200 words in length) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults. Enjoy!

CLICK HERE for Book Excerpt ( Warning – Adult Content )

Game of pool tonight?

A slow smile curved my lips at the four innocuous words. No wonder Kyle had been such a randy guy these last few days. Not that our love life was pedestrian, by any means, but now and again Kyle became particularly amorous. A sure sign that he had a plan brewing.

I glanced through the pictures attached to the text and shook my head in bemusement. He certainly knew my tastes—attractive but not too enticing. Not that Kyle had anything to worry about; I knew the moment that I set eyes on him that he was the one. And even after four years together, the man still made me drool.

Absolutely! I texted back, excited butterflies churning in my stomach. We hadn’t played this particular game in a while but previous diversions had never failed to delight.

The rest of the work day was blessedly short as website design took a firm backseat to keen expectation of the night ahead. Working for yourself has some definite advantages. The freedom to quit early and indulge in a relaxing bubble bath being just one example.

Shedding my robe, I slid into the warm, jasmine-scented water and eagerly contemplated the coming evening. With fingertips I lightly stroked my skin, pausing to cup my breasts and tease my hardening nipples. I’ve always had a good imagination so merely thinking about the night’s impending activities was enough to get me aroused.

Trailing my fingers lower, I found my sweet spot. While the water lapped seductively at my nipples, I gently rubbed my clit. As my arousal built, I remembered the last time Kyle and I had made love in the tub. The delicious feel of his hard cock slipping inside my pussy, filling and stretching me, the water sloshing as he flexed in and out.

I closed my eyes and imagined my hands caressing his wet skin, cupping his firm ass to pull him deeper. Ah, there was nothing more gratifying than having my man inside me doing what he does best.

The tension in my belly spiraled tighter as I lost myself in remembrance of Kyle fucking me, driving me higher with each pistoning thrust while his tongue tangled with mine. Once again, I felt my fingers curling around the base of his cock where our slippery flesh became one, the light touch intensifying the building friction.

My vivid mental images and busy hands soon sparked a physical reaction. I came with a rush, gasping at the pleasure of muscles clenching in the unique ecstasy of orgasm.

Though all too brief, the incomparable bliss of climax left me smiling and boneless with satisfaction. As I relaxed back into the water’s sensuous embrace, I couldn’t help wondering—and not for the first time—how any adult resisted becoming a sex addict.

* * * * *

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I surveyed my reflection with smug approval. Certain clothing was preferable for a successful game. Sexy enough to tease and tantalize while still covering the goodies until the time was right. Inflaming the carnal appetite was key.

The tiny skirt and loose, flirty crop top just barely covered my assets—as long as I didn’t bend over. And if I did, the black thong underneath, little more than strands of ribbon tied decorously together, was enough to make any male’s eyes pop.

As well as other parts of their anatomy, I thought, lips curving with lusty anticipation. I slipped on a pair of heels, added a dash of lipcolor and a spritz of my favorite fragrance, and headed out the door.

Game on!