Becoming His Muse, Part Three Read Online Free PDF Page A

meet his green gaze.
    “We have our fantasies, and then we have our fantasies realized with a lover.”
    He rises slowly from his position on the floor and sits in his office chair in front of me. I’m still leaning against his desk, my back to his computer screen. He shimmies his pants past his waist and pushes his boxers down so that I can see his cock and balls without impediment. I want to touch them. I lean forward to try but he shakes his head.
    He holds his cock himself. “I’ve done enough of this while you’ve been gone but I’ve got it in me to do it one more time.” Several fingers loosely slide up and down his shaft. Is he planning to masturbate right now? Am I supposed to leave?
    “Touch yourself, Ava.”
    Oh, no. This is not what I expected. I squirm on his desk. I want to pull my jeans back on. Only I don’t. I’m wet and swollen and want relief, but if he’s not going to give it to me…
    “Put your inhibitions aside and turn me on, Ava, by turning yourself on.”
    He lets go of himself and leans toward me. He slides two fingers inside my wet opening. I whimper with pleasure. Yes, let’s go back to doing that. His thumb rubs small circles against my clit.
    “Mmmmm….” I lean my head back, feeling a rhythm build.
    “Look at me, Ava.” His tone is surprisingly firm. “Tell me what you imagined when you were away, at home.”
    His other hand palms his balls as he fingers me. He looks so sexy touching himself. I feel as if I’m watching something I’m not supposed to. Private porn. A secret stolen moment. I think of the image behind me, and how he said he came to it over and over. He didn’t say how many times. I imagine him coming, alone, moaning to this picture. An awkward sense of arousal transforms into a fuller, sexier desire.
    “I pictured you coming into my office while I was sitting here touching myself,” says Logan. I smile, imagining along with him. Imagining my own surprise, how turned on I would be to see him waiting for me half naked.
    “I imagined you straddling me. Your sweet, wet pussy enveloping this hard lonely cock.”
    I move to stand, thinking he wants me to do just that, and realizing I want to do that, too. But he says, “No, don’t move. Imagine it. And touch yourself.”
    He guides my fingers to my clit. I have never done this in front of someone before. I feel awkward, unsure.
    “Look at me,” he says gently. I do, I watch him fondle his cock, watch his green eyes almost disappear under his heavy lids. “Move your fingers how you like it.”
    I slip and slide over my nub and folds spreading my juices everywhere.
    “That’s it,” he says, smiling his beautiful half smile. The fingers he’s removed from me are wet and glistening. He spirals this moisture around the head of his cock, moaning as he does.
    I want to touch him, and I want him to touch me. The frustration I feel amplifies the sexual tension that’s building. I move my fingers more rhythmically. He sees this and tugs at himself with greater intensity.
    “Tell me what you imagined me doing to you,” he says with gentle encouragement. I close my eyes, tip my head back.
    “I was lying on my stomach. I couldn’t sleep…”
    “Yes?… Look at me as you tell me, Ava. Watch what it does to me.”
    When I open my eyes this time I see a bead of clear moisture on the tip of his cock. I feel a surge of heat in my clit. I want to lick that bead up, but instead I keep talking, keep my fingers moving.
    “In my mind I was kissing you. First your lips, then your chest, each nipple, and then lower…”
    “Yes?…” I see a slight furrow of concentration.
    “I thought of your cock, so hard and ready for me.” Oh man, this is hard. “I had to touch myself. I was so wet.”
    “How wet?” His voice catches a bit.
    “My fingers slipped and slid between my legs. I imagined it was your tongue tasting me, coaxing me to open… I slid three fingers inside.”
    “Three?” He starts pulling at his ball