Chapter 31 Harry
Harry
My chest rubbed against the thick wooden headboard, my arm aching as I gripped the edge, trying to hold myself up. My fingers massaged my ass, spreading the special lube around my entrance, already feeling the light tingles that had my muscles relaxing.
I was propped up on my knees, one hand stretched behind my back, pushing my ass out to get a better feel of myself. My cock was already rock hard. My phone sat on the shelf above the bed so I could read her messages.
I only had the bedside light, but it was enough to see what I was doing.
I wanted someone there. I didn't know if I could reach far enough with the vibrator. I wanted someone to push it in, to open me up, to give me the freedom to let go and take me away.
I squeezed my eyes shut, because I knew what I really wanted.
Arousal pulsed through me, imagining Dom standing there, stroking down my back as I stayed open for him.
I’d gone from seemingly noble head of a charitable foundation to lying on a bed, about to fuck myself with a vibrator, all in the space of an hour. I hated and loved myself for it, because it showed how much I’d changed.
Trembling, my cock twitched as the first flutterings of an orgasm already took me. I hadn’t even touched the vibrator yet and I already wanted to come.
I pulled back my fingers and changed position. Leaning down to thread my hand underneath me, I groaned as I covered my cock and balls in more lube.
Start rubbing and fingering yourself. I want you nice and wide when I enter you.
A shuddering sigh joined the sound of the bed creaking as I spread my knees.
Reaching back, I moaned, no hesitation as I pressed my middle finger into my ass.
I took time to adjust my hips and make myself comfortable.
I could imagine it was simple sexual play instead of a night that might change me forever.
I arched my back as I lined up the next finger.
Another text flashed up on the screen.
I wish I could hear you. Would you let me call you?
Hesitation tremored through me. I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself. I’d already slipped up once in my office bathroom, but no one was around to hear it. If I called Dom’s name again, I wouldn’t be able to hide it.
The internet is so bad here. I’ll have to put myself on mute. I don’t think video will even work. I just want to hear you moan.
No video. No eyes looking up at me. No way for her to see how I was bending and curving myself, or what a mess I looked like every time I came.
I’m sorry.
Is that too much for you?
I laughed. In my position, with a second finger pressing in, lifted against the thick wooden headboard, preparing to push a vibrator into my ass to my fiancée’s commands while thinking of my best friend… Was anything really too much for me at the moment?
I closed my eyes, pursing my lips as I kept moving.
No, it’s okay. Call through.
I kept my voice low, hoping the phone could still pick it up. I didn’t want Dom or Darcy to overhear, though they were making enough noise that I could probably have a loud conversation and it wouldn’t stop them.
My phone rang straight away and I scrabbled to answer it. I threw a glance at the wall behind me, hoping it went unnoticed.
I lowered my hips, groaning deeply at the stretch as my fingers released. I freed my hand from the headboard, leaning down to make sure the video was really off.
As she said, the sound and video were muted on her end.
“Can you hear me?” I asked.
Seconds later, a message popped through on chat.
Yes. Loud and clear. I want to capture every sound you make.
I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.
“You’ve been planning this for weeks?”
I’ve been wanting to do this for longer than that. I just didn’t know how to tell you.
I was tempted to let it go because my body already felt so good, but she was finally there, reaching for me from the other end of the line, and I didn’t want to miss this chance.
“Then why haven’t you messaged me until now? Are you angry with me?”
Like I said, I was really busy.
Pain floated through me like tiny needles. It didn’t need to hurt this much. But maybe this was payback for how she said I’d ignored her for over a year. I could understand her anger more now that I was experiencing it for myself.
“Can we actually talk then? Even if it’s like this?
” I asked. I wanted to believe that hearing her voice would help with my growing confusion.
“I really want to know how you feel about the vote.” Is what I said, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was circling my hole.
I went to say more, but another text came through quickly.
Maybe we can talk later.
What position are you in?
I scowled at how easily she changed the subject. I opened my mouth, getting ready to fight with her, but instead, I chose to bite it back.
Because what did I want more? If I were really being honest with myself? Did I want to fight with my fiancée who was two thousand miles away? Or did I want to continue pleasuring myself, treating myself with the ‘reward’ she sent me? Even if I thought of Dom?
Despite the fact he was next door fucking another man, Dom’s was still the face I was going to picture when I did it.
“On my knees, facing the headboard, like you asked,” I replied, my voice trembling, chest heaving.
And your fingers?
“Shit,” I said through clenched teeth.
I was supposed to stop myself. I was supposed to admit that this was wrong on so many levels, that making the choice to do this was worse than anything I had done so far.
But when I lined up two fingers and pushed, the feelings fled. I moaned, pressing my lips against the soft flesh of my arm, my other hand gripping my cock.
Fuck, you sound so good.
Was that you entering yourself?
“Yes,” I panted, shaking my head as I pushed my finger deeper.
I wish I could see you.
I want to see how good you look exposing yourself to me.
I kept saying that this would push me over the edge, but when I’d already fully acknowledged that this was how I was, was there really any further left for me to go?
I lifted higher on my knees, widening my legs, giving myself a better angle.
Tell me what’s happening.
I pulled in a deep breath. Of course, the phone was capturing my words every time we sexted, but this was closer. There was no barrier stopping me from connecting to her.
“My fingers—ugh—I’m pushing my fingers back inside myself.”
How does it feel?
“It’s good. It’s so good,” I squeezed my eyes closed to rid myself of the embarrassment. “I don’t know what's happened to me, but I feel so empty without this. I just - Oh, God…” I cut myself off as my fingers bottomed out, hitting my prostate.
I gasped as my body jerked, my forehead pressed against the wall, my fingers pushing past the soft curves of my ass.
Keeping the camera off was safer. She didn’t have to look at my body as I jiggled and moaned, collapsing beneath my weight and the thickness of my fingers. My skin pink, sweat already dripping from my brow, my joints creaked even though I had basically been exercising for an hour every night.
“I’m bending my fingers, going as deep as I can. And, I -I love it so much,” I choked out, heat rolling through me at my admission. I’d never said it properly before, not out loud, not like this.
There was a loud bang from next door, and I jumped. It was quickly followed by heavier moans, and I clenched my eyes, torn between wanting to listen and trying to block it out. I faced away from Dom’s room, but I swear I still felt him with me.
Not yet, handsome. I want my fun too.
I whimpered as Dom’s phantom voice caressed my ear.
It was turning me on even more. I wasn’t even sure I could hold myself up when it felt so powerful.
I’d only ever been on my back or on my hands and knees, not raised up like this. My wrist ached already, the tingles from the lube building me up. I couldn’t get my fingers in as deep as I wanted, but I was stretching myself, preparing for what came next.
I lost myself in the moment, pulled again into my fantasies. My brow furrowed as I let myself become carried away by the feeling of someone behind me, pressing into my back, their fingers torturing me, their hands doing all the work.
I can think of lots of ways to make you feel good.
I cried out as Dom’s voice floated past my ears. Lost in my mind, I jerked my hips, only looking down to the phone when the strain on my knees became too much.
Are you ready now?
Harry?
I can hear you moaning. You love fucking yourself with your fingers, don’t you?
“Sorry… I just—I just want more,” I gasped, my knuckles white on the sturdy headboard as I used it for support.
Do you have the vibrator close by?
I want you to get your vibrator all nice and lubed up and start playing with yourself.
You know what to do.
I gasped as I pulled my hand away from my ass, groaning, feeling empty and tight at the same time. I sat back on my heels, my hand trembling, almost afraid to look as I reached to my left, picking up the lube bottle and the vibrator.
Clicking the top of the bottle open, I swallowed nervously as I flipped it over and squeezed the gel out onto the shining metal.
I dropped the bottle by my knee, not caring about the lube staining the bedsheet. A towel wasn’t enough to stop the mess I wanted to make of myself. I’d get rid of the sheets before the staff cleared out the room.
My lips quivered as I traced the vibrator with one finger. The cool lube was a balm to the fire raging through me.
My confidence grew as I wrapped my fingers around it, sliding them down, coating every inch of it. Another cry echoed through the wall, and I groaned, my eyelids fluttering at the thought of stroking Dom’s cock exactly like that.