Watching the Wilsons (Carrie & The Wilsons) Read Free Page A

his hands looked like they were everywhere at once. He was kissing her, holding her face, but also unbuttoning her jeans. He shifted, sliding his thigh between her legs, and with a jerk he moved her up the wall a bit. She was grinding against his leg, and he must have been thrusting against her as well, although I didn’t see any movement in his legs. The planes of his back were flexing, though, flashing in the lamp light.
    I hadn’t realized he’d gotten her jeans off until her bare legs wrapped high around his waist and he spun around, carrying her toward the back of the couch. Her shoulders were thrust back proudly, presenting her breasts to him, but she wasn’t teasing. She was bound.
    He ’d looped her bra around her upper arms twice, pulling them behind her just enough to remove touch from her arsenal. But since he’d done it, I hadn’t actually seen her say or do anything other than hump against his leg. Now her face was buried in his neck, like she couldn’t get enough of his skin. His smell. His strength.
    I needed to get my hand on one of the bondage books from the box.
    With unerring caution and adoration, he draped her body upside down on the couch. Her hips spread open across the top of the back cushions, her legs hooked over so her feet rested behind the couch.
    “ Fucking gorgeous, baby. I love your pussy.” He stood tall between her knees, surveying his laid out feast.
    I was looking at them from the side. Mr. Wilson was in profile, standing behind the couch. Even through his jeans I could tell that he was erect again. I couldn’t see Mrs. Wilson’s face, it was obscured by a throw pillow, but her breasts bounced freely in view, and my mouth watered as I stared at them. Perfectly round when she was tipped upside down, her taut peaks taunted me more than any fantasy I’d ever conjured. 
    Mr . Wilson unzipped his jeans and fisted his cock. He worked his hand up and down his hard length, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the action. “Seeing you like this, baby, all trussed up and soaking wet, it’s hard not to fuck you.”
    “ Yes,” she whispered in a breathy voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear her. “Fuck me.”
    “ Mmmm. I like to hear you beg like that. You don’t want me to lick you? Suck your hard little clit into my mouth? I bet you taste sweet.”
    She whimpered and shifted. I think she was trying to thrust her hips toward him, but with her arms behind her back and him standing between her knees, her movement was largely constrained. That was fucking hot. I didn’t know how to tell Justin that I wanted to be tied up and folded over furniture, but I’d find a way. The Wilsons had no idea they were creating a monster in their teenage babysitter.
    “ You want that? Beg me. Use your pretty voice and ask me to lick your pretty pussy.”
    “ Lick me,” she breathed. “Make me come and then kiss me so I can taste it too.”
    He chuckled, and slapped his heavy cock against her sex. His hand was blocked by her knee, but from his arm movements I was pretty sure he had let go of himself and was working his fingers inside her. “Oh baby, I’m not going to make you wait for a taste.” He trailed two glistening fingers down her curved belly and across her chest to her eager mouth. I licked my lips as she licked his digits. Was she tangy? Creamy? Musky? I was pretty sure I’d like all or any of those.
    “ God, you’re so eager for that. Next time you get drunk and make out with a girl, maybe you should go down on her before we come home.” That would be so hot. I closed my eyes, trying to picture Mrs. Wilson finding a dark corner at a club and sinking to her knees.
    “ Or we could bring her home with us.” Not hot. A stab of jealousy ran through me. I wanted to step into the hall. I’m right here. Take me. But I knew they wouldn’t. We’d all be embarrassed. Their private moment would be revealed, and I’d be rejected. Maybe we could work toward that at some point in the