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  Under the Mistletoe: A Watching Her Story (Book 3)

  Sammi Starlight

  Copyright © 2018 by Sammi Starlight

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  Contents

  1. Lizzie

  2. Brett

  3. Lizzie

  4. Brett

  5. Lizzie

  Sneak Peek of Blurred Lines: A Watching Her Story (Book 3)

  Also by Sammi Starlight

  About Sammi

  1

  Lizzie

  I loved Christmas. It was my favorite time of year with the music, the decorations, and the whole hustle and bustle of it all. I definitely got caught up in it and I have since I was a kid. My parents made sure the holidays were special even as an adult. We made a big deal of getting together and celebrating.

  For Brett, the holidays didn’t mean a whole lot. When I asked him what they were like for him as a kid he would shrug his shoulders and change the subject right away. He didn’t like to talk about his childhood and I never pushed him but from some of the things he said, I had a feeling it was the total opposite of mine.

  That didn’t surprise me. Brett and I were as different as night and day – at least on the surface. I’m the good girl and he’s the bad boy. Or I was the good girl until I met him and he corrupted me. When I met Brett I was working in corporate accounting and was in between boring boyfriends who only had sex in the missionary position in the dark.

  Brett looked like a bad boy with his tattoos and piercings; he even owned a tattoo shop and mentioned something about being in a motorcycle gang years before he met me. He was a far cry from the corporate type men I was used to dating.

  We seemed like an unlikely couple at first, but we’d been together for almost a year now. I was no longer as innocent as I was when we first started seeing each other, but I had a feeling Brett had a lot more corrupting to do. Of course, the thought of it excited me. I loved to act shocked and protest, but deep down, any fantasy he suggested usually got my heart racing.

  This was our first Christmas together and I was determined to make it extra special. I had the tree up right after Thanksgiving and decorations all over the apartment. I even had some mistletoe strategically placed all over so Brett would have to stop and kiss me. He would roll his eyes each time but always humored me with a kiss.

  Brett was going with me to Wisconsin to stay at my parents despite some protests on his part. Before we went next week, I had a surprise for Brett - an early Christmas present if you will.

  It was two weeks before Christmas and I was at the salon getting my nails done when I got a text from my friend Misty.

  9:00 at the club tonight?

  I smiled at the girl doing my nails. “Just a sec please.” I picked up my phone and typed back a quick response before she started painting them.

  Yes, see you then. Getting nails done.

  I set my phone down and put my hands back in front of the girl. “Sorry about that,” I said sheepishly.

  Can’t wait!

  The butterflies went into over drive in the pit of my belly. I had a fabulous night planned for us tonight and couldn’t wait. I knew he didn’t really want to meet my parents but was going for me so I wanted to do something special in return. We would have to curb our kinky games while we stayed there, so I wanted to indulge a little before then.

  I glanced down at the bag by my feet. I’d bought a slinky red dress to wear along with three-inch black heels. It was lacy and almost too short but I did like to leave a little to the imagination. Before my nail appointment, I’d stopped at Victoria’s Secret and picked out a matching red bra and some satin panties. The feel of my ass covered in satin drove him crazy, even more than if I was wearing a thong.

  The start of our evening would be innocent enough. We were going to go out to dinner at a new restaurant downtown. He’d managed to get us reservations months ago. It was more upscale than what we usually went to, but Brett had a thing about getting dressed up and showing me off. He also liked to shock patrons of places like that, showing up with his tattoos and piercings.

  Besides showing me off, I think he had an ulterior motive. I usually got incredibly turned on when he got dressed up. There was something so sexy about his bad-ass self wearing dress pants and a tie. When he would roll up the sleeves of his shirt so I could see his tattoos peaking out, my panties would get damp. By the end of a night like that, I was usually begging him to fuck me and we often didn’t make it out of the car before I was begging him to take me.

  I shivered, bringing myself back to reality. If I got too worked up now, we might not leave the house tonight. He thought we were going out dancing after dinner and then heading to meet some friends at our favorite local bar. Little did he know I’d already cancelled the reservations and had plans to find an excuse to stop at the swingers’ club. We were going for the fun stuff right away.

  When we went to the club, we usually did one of two things. Brett and I would fuck somewhere others could watch us. He had always been the one to watch me but one night I asked him if he’d fuck me there in the open. It turned him on to show people who I really belonged to and became part of our regular sex play.

  On my first visit to the club, I met a girl, Misty, and Brett had watched her and I fuck. We would go back often to meet up with her. In fact, she was the only woman I slept with. I loved when he watched me with Misty. When I was done being with her, she’d leave and he would fuck me senseless. The taste of her on my lips drove him wild.

  Tonight I wanted to try something different. Tonight, I wanted to share her with him.

  I’d slept with his friend Sebastian once and been with Misty multiple times, but Brett was never with anyone but me. Sometimes I felt like it was unfair I was with others while he wasn’t but he always reassured me he was fine with it, that he enjoyed watching others please me. Then he’d usually kiss my neck and tell me there was nothing like watching me in the throes of an orgasm; watching someone else please me gave him a different perspective of my pleasure.

  Misty and I had become friends outside of the club, going out for lunches, shopping, manicures – girl stuff. We never played without Brett there and it was nice to have another friend besides my best friend Jillian, especially someone that understood the kinkier side of me.

  The last few times we gotten together for dinner, we talked about Brett joining us. I’d brought it up but she’d quickly agreed the thought had crossed her mind but she didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. I wasn’t sure it was something he’d be up for, but it didn’t bother me to share him with her. In fact, it turned me on.

  Brett and I didn’t get jealous. It was weird, but we viewed sex as just that – sex. When I was with Misty, it was almost as if she was just another way we got off, like when we used sex toys at home. She was fine with the whole arrangement too. We were good at separating sex from our relationship but the crazy sex we had only made our relationship stronger. It didn’t make sense, but it worked for us.

  A couple of weeks ago, Brett and I had been in bed and he was reminicing about my last time with Misty, whispering the naughty things her and I had done in my ear while he fucked me from behind. The dirty talk always drove me crazy. Afterwards, while we were snuggling in bed, I brought the whole thing up.

  “Wha
t if you joined Misty and I?” I’d asked him softly.

  “What?” he’d replied, a hint of surprise in his voice.

  I’d turned my head and looked up at him. “Well, Misty and I have been talking and we would love it if you joined us one of these times.”

  He’d shaken his head. “I don’t need to do that.”

  “I know you don’t, but would you like to?”

  He’d shrugged. “Well, who wouldn’t want to be with two beautiful women like you?”

  We hadn’t really talked about it beyond that but the next day when I’d looked at the calendar and realized Christmas wasn’t too far away, I’d decided planning that would be the perfect Christmas gift.

  I’d immediately picked up the phone to call Misty and we’d begun plotting. Now the night had finally arrived and I couldn’t wait. I’d been having a hard time not spilling the whole thing to Brett. I was horrible at keeping secrets from Brett and was so afraid I was going to blurt the whole surprise out to him before we even left the house even though I’s made it this far.

  The girl finished painting my nails and had me sit under the blue light, grabbing my bags for me and carrying them over to where I was sitting. I noticed a small tattoo on the hand of the girl next to me. It looked like some sort of initials.

  Brett wanted me to get a tattoo. He would tease me that it was weird for the owner of a tattoo shop to have a girlfriend without one single tattoo on her body. He was just giving me a hard time, but the artist in him looked at my bare skin and was 1dying to leave his mark.

  The thing was, I didn’t have anything against tattoos, I hated needles – a lot. When I had to have blood drawn or get any sort of shot, I would immediately go into a panic attack; a sweat would break out across my body and I would start to shake.

  That was going to be the other part of my present for Brett; I was going let him tattoo me. I wanted him to design us something special though, something that signified our relationship.

  Glancing back at the girl’s tattoo, I tried to study it without looking too obvious. Maybe some sort of initials tattoo would be perfect. He could get it too. In addition to Christmas, our one-year anniversary was coming up in January. That would be a great way to commemorate that.

  The blue light dinged off, signaling my nails were dry. I studied them, loving the deep red color I’d chosen. Brett loved me in red; he said red was a naughty color. I’d gotten a red dress for tonight since it was Christmas and I was glad I had.

  I took my stuff and got up, nodding my thanks to the girl at the salon. I glanced at my phone to check the time; it was early afternoon and I thought about getting in a nap in before I had to get ready. Brett was at his shop, so I had the apartment to myself. I walked out to my car in the mall parking lot and got in. I started it but before I took off, I sent him a quick text.

  Can’t wait for tonight. Have a big surprise for you.

  I waited a minute but he didn’t respond; he must’ve been with a client. Brett was one of the premier tattoo artists in Chicago. He had a wait list a mile long and had some pretty famous clients. Last week he’d even done some work for one of the guys on Metallica.

  I left the parking lot, heading back to our place. We still lived in the heart of downtown Chicago. We both loved the city and couldn’t imagine moving to the suburbs. Things at his shop were going so well, we had been thinking about finding a bigger townhouse. Really though, for right now, the cozy apartment I had before I’d met Brett was perfect for us.

  Traffic for the middle of the afternoon wasn’t too bad and I got home without swearing at a single driver. That was the one thing I hated about living in downtown Chicago – the traffic. I wasn’t a patient driver and usually ended up yelling obscenities more than once when I drove somewhere.

  I glanced at my phone before getting out of car. Still nothing from Brett. I sighed grabbed my stuff from the passenger seat. Tonight he would be all mine with no other distractions; I couldn’t wait.

  I headed into our apartment and threw my keys and purse on the counter before taking my bags back to our bedroom and hiding them in my closet. I didn’t want to leave them lying around for him to find before I was ready. I had no idea when he’d be home and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

  I glanced at that clock on the microwave; it was only three in the afternoon. We didn’t have to meet Misty until eight. Plenty of time for some reading and nap.

  I made myself a quick lunch and then grabbed my Kindle before heading to the couch. I tried to read a page or two but my eyes grew heavy. We had a busy night ahead of us so I gave in and dozed off for a while before being woken up by the sound of my phone going off.

  I reached for the phone on the coffee table near me and smiled when I saw the text from Brett.

  Sorry, Gorgeous, crazy day. Can’t wait for tonight. Love u.

  My grin got even wider; amazing how after a year even just a simple text from Brett had me swooning like a sixteen year old with her first boyfriend. I sent back a simple response.

  Love u 2.

  I closed my eyes, thinking about what was going to happen tonight. Brett was always the one surprising me and planning things to fulfill my every desire and fantasy; tonight I was going to do that for him.

  My nipples hardened, thinking about Brett’s lips on one side while Misty was on the other. I brought my hand up to squeeze my breast, my fingers pinching the tight bud. A gasp escaped my lips. I moved my other hand down, slipping underneath the waistband of my yoga pants. My fingertip brushed my clit; it was already so swollen. I slid my finger down further, dipping it into my wetness.

  So many images went through my mind as I thought about being with Misty and Brett. I wanted him to go down on me while I licked her pussy. I moaned thinking about him bending me over to fuck me hard while I fingered and licked her until she came all over my face.

  My finger moved faster over my sensitive spot while I continued to play with my nipples. I was on the verge of orgasm and one last image of Misty and I taking turn sucking Brett’s cock drove me over the edge. My release washed over me hard, my body arching off the couch as the tremors of pleasure racked my body.

  “Jesus Christ, Lizzie.”

  My eyes flew open when I heard Brett’s voice; he was standing over the couch, watching me. His eyes were dark and hooded with desire. I’d been so lost in my fantasy I hadn’t even heard him come in; I had no idea how long he’d been watching me.

  He’d watched me masturbate more times than I could count but I was a little bit embarrassed to be caught doing it alone in the middle of the afternoon on our couch. I didn’t want him to him he didn’t satisfy me when it was the opposite. He’d awakened my sexuality and sometimes I couldn’t get enough.

  I started to sit up on the couch. “Brett, I – “

  “Don’t go anywhere,” he interrupted me, his voice thick with desire. “Undress.”

  I bit my lip and nodded, quickly stripping. Even though I just came, desire coursed through me at his command. The look in his eyes as he took off his leather coat and slipped his black tight t-shirt over his head was one I imaged a lion gives his prey before attacking.

  I shimmied out of my thong and yoga pants, watching him come around the couch to stand at the end. He was still wearing his jeans but my eyes moved over his tattooed chest. I wanted to reach out and touch him, trace his tattoos with my tongue and tease his pierced nipples until he couldn’t stand it.

  He reached down and rubbed his erection through his jeans. Fuck. It made me just as hot to see him touch himself. “Do you want to watch me get myself off too or do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his breathing ragged, as he reached for his belt buckle.

  “Fuck me,” I managed to whisper, my body trembling with my need for him.

  “Good answer.”

  2

  Brett

  Fuck, when I found Lizzie touching herself on our couch, it turned me into an animal. I had no control when it came to that woman and nothing turned m
e on more than watching her touch herself. Her face was red at first, embarrassed at having been caught but I think I made it clear I wasn’t mad at her, only incredibly turned on.

  I undid the top button of my jeans to relieve some of the pressure from my hard on, but left them on. I was dying to bury my cock in her wetness but I wanted to wait just a bit yet. I wanted to tease and torment her until she begged me.

  I leaned down and grabbed her ankles, pulling her further towards me on the couch and spreading her legs wide so I could see her wet, swollen sex. When I saw the moisture glistening on her pink skin, I growled and finished undressing. I had to sheath myself in her right then; forget about teasing her, I needed to possess her.

  She arched her back, whispering, “Brett, please…”

  I lunged at her, landing on top of her. I pinned her arms above her head and she was so wet I slid right into her pulsing sex. Her pussy walls gripped me tight and she was so warm around me. I moaned and buried my face into her neck. We’d fucked countless amounts of time but she still set my blood on fire like no one ever had before.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust up into me and I groaned as I went deeper, the head of my cock hitting her cervix. Jesus, what this woman did to me.

  I turned my head so my lips were on her ear. “My horny little slut,” I whispered as I stilled above her and held her down on the couch so she couldn’t move. She closed her eyes and moaned; she got wild when I talked dirty to her during sex.

  I took the hand that had been rubbing her pussy and brought it to my mouth, sucking the fingers into my mouth gently. I had to fight back my own moan; she tasted so good. She made a sound deep in her throat and tried to squirm beneath me. “Tell me what you want, Lizzie.”