Chapter 2: Building Tension
Ella's lips curled into a wicked grin as she watched Brad's eyes widen, his breath hitching as she slowly peeled off her tank top. The fabric grazed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine, and she reveled in the power she held over him. She loved the way he looked at her, like a starving man presented with a feast. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that made his pupils dilate and his chest heave. She loved it.
She could feel the weight of his gaze on her naked breasts, her nipples hardening under his scrutiny.
She let the tank top fall to the floor, her hands moving to the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it with a practiced flick of her fingers, the straps sliding down her arms before she let it fall away.
Brad's eyes followed the movement, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Ella," he groaned, his hands clenching the arms of the chair. "You're so fuckin' sexy."
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound. "You haven't seen anything yet, Mr. She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his back.
She could feel his heart racing, could see the goosebumps rising on his skin. She reached around him, her hands wrapping around his cock. He was so fucking hard, so ready. She stroked him, her grip tight, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Look at yourself," she whispered in his ear. His reflection showed them both, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. "Watch how fucking turned on you are."
Brad opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto their reflection.
He could see every flick of her wrist, every inch of his cock disappearing into her hand. He could see the way his hips bucked, the way his breath hitched with every stroke. Fuck, he looked like a goddamn porn star.
Ella leaned into him, her lips brushing against his ear. "You like that, don't you, Mr. Brad? You like seeing yourself so fucking turned on?"
Brad groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand. "Fuck, yes. Fuck yes, I do."
She chuckled, a dark, sexy sound that sent shivers down his spine.
Because I want you to watch me taste you."
Brad's eyes widened as Ella slowly sank to her knees behind him. He could feel her breath on his skin, hot and moist, as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to the small of his back. She trailed her lips lower, kissing and nipping at his skin, until she reached the curve of his ass.
She nibbled on him there, her teeth grazing his skin, before she ran her tongue up the crease of his cheeks. Brad hissed, his hips jerking back, seeking more of her touch.