Page 156 of So This Is War
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” I say, waving my hand in dismissal. “He’s my boss. Yup, at a sex club with my boss.” I nod awkwardly. “Actually, I’m here to help him find someone to fuck.”
“You’re here...helpinghim?” Samantha asks and looks Levi up and down. “Doesn’t seem like he needs help at all.”
I shrug. “I’m just doing what he asks.”
“Well then, let’s see if I’m right for the job,” she says as she sits beside me and holds out her hand. “I’m Samantha.”
“Wylie,” I say, taking her hand in mine and marveling at how soft it is. I look her in the eyes and say, “This might be bold, but you’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she says with a sweet smile. She crosses one leg over the other and places her hand on my thigh. “You’re breathtaking.” She touches my cheek and says, “Your eyes are so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I reply as a hint of heat builds.
I’m very proud of my sexuality. I’ve been with men and women, and I find everything about the female body so sexy. It’s why I love watching Patty Ford, and it’s why I feel almost drawn toward Samantha at the moment. In college, I was very fluid—something my dad doesn’t know—but I’ve had my fun.
“Tell me what your boss is looking for?”
“He said he likes all bodies but is looking for dark hair, which you have. So winning already.” I glance behind me at Levi, who watches us intently. “But I know from experience he loves a great set of tits.”
Samantha glances down at her chest, then back at me. “I think I can help in that department.”
“I think so,” I answer. “I think I’d also want him to have someone who could pleasure him seductively. Tease him. Edge him. He tends to edge himself a lot.”
“Does he?” she asks, looking over at Levi. “You say that as if you have experience.”
I shake my head. “No, but I know him well enough to understand he doesn’t just come for release. He likes to come for a purpose.”
“I like that,” Samantha says as she drags her fingers up and down my thigh.
“Are you good at edging?” I ask her, the tingling sensation of her touch sending bolts of arousal straight between my legs.
“Very good,” she whispers, leaning in. And then, to my surprise, she straddles my lap. Her legs fall on either side of mine, and her breasts are right at eye level as she brings her hands to my shoulders. “Let’s pretend you’re Levi. I’d start with conversation, touching him gently, making it absolutely clear how hot I think he is. After slowly unbuttoning his shirt, my hands would wander.”
“He’d like that,” I say as I place my hands on her thighs.
“And then I’d tell him that he could use me in any way he wants.”
“He would,” I say as I bite my lip.
“What do you think he’d do first?” she asks.
My cheeks heat as my mouth goes dry because . . . God, she’s really hot.
And I don’t know what prompts me, but before I can stop myself, I move my hands to the clasp of her bra and say, “He’d remove this. I know he’d want to see your tits.”
“Then do it,” she whispers.
Without thinking, I unclasp her bra and watch as it falls down her arms, revealing her breasts. Her beautiful breasts. They’re not as big as mine, but they’re firm and high with dark, pierced nipples.
God, I’m so jealous.
“You have amazing breasts,” I say as I stare at them. “I love your nipple piercings.”
“Do you think Levi would like them?” she asks, puffing her chest out.
I glance over at Levi, expecting him to be staring at Samantha, but I lock eyes with him instead. His attention is on me.
“Um, I think . . . he would,” I say as I turn back to Samantha.
