Chapter 18 Isaac
Isaac
Staying away from Olivia for the rest of the day was absolute torture that only got worse seeing her at the gala.
We were seated at the same table for dinner, and the entire time I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I had her for one night, one perfect night.
It may be years before we can be together again.
Now back home after two days without seeing her, the ache in my chest has only gotten worse.
Once I’m settled into bed, I grab my phone to send a quick text, only to find a missed one from her.
Livy
You should come to California sometime.
You should come to Ontario sometime.
Her reply comes in almost instantly.
We have great wine.
We have great hockey.
We have beautiful beaches.
We have better healthcare.
Okay, fine, you win.
No. You do.
I’ll book my flight tonight.
Needing to see her, I click the little video icon, and she answers immediately, “You are not booking a flight.” Her hair is tied up, no makeup, just how I like her—relaxed and all fucking mine.
“Why not?” I shift to get comfortable. “I can say I’m on vacation.”
Livy rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her. “What part about us keeping a low profile are you not understanding? I was kidding about visiting. Also, you need to take off your sexy glasses when you’re talking to me. It’s too distracting.”
“How do you think I feel? All I get is seeing you on a video call, when if I was there I’d last exactly three seconds before I take that pretty little throat of yours in my hand and fuck you until the sun rises.”
“Isaac!” she squeaks, and her cheeks are rosy. She glances around as if someone might hear. For a brief moment, I consider that I never asked if she’s alone. It could be her security detail, but breathe easy spotting her earbuds in.
Tempting fate, I offer, “Where would you want me to brand you first if I was there?”
“I don’t know,” she sheepishly replies, glancing away.
“Yes, you do. You’re wet thinking about your legs slung onto my shoulders while I make you come all over my tongue.” It’s been days, but I swear I can still taste her.
“I… I’m not.”
“Oh, babygirl, I thought we had a rule about honesty. Lie to me again, and next time I’ll leave a matching bruise on your other thigh.”
Her eyes widen, snapping to me. Just as quickly, her expression relaxes, replaced with a teasing smile. “Well, now I want to lie again. You want the truth? Yeah. I want to test out that talented mouth without the beard.”
“The first night you’re here, I expect you to use my face as a chair until you’re begging for my cock.”
“And how do you intend to do that? Going to steal me away to your hotel room?”
“No,” I chuckle. “I didn’t plan on reserving a room; I’ll bring you home with me.” I omit that if I had it my way, she’d stay permanently.
“To your house?”
“Why not? It’s private, so you can scream my name—or Daddy, if you prefer—as loud as you want and no one would hear you.”
Livy lets out a full laugh. “Sounds more like somewhere you’d take someone to get murdered.”
“Fair. But I want you all to myself without having to worry about sneaking in or out of a hotel room, even if Ned scrubs the tapes. I’d get hours of uninterrupted time with you. Fuck, I’m hard thinking about it.”
“No, you’re not.” She bites her lip to mask her smile.
Unsure of exactly how comfortable she is with it, I carefully ask, “Want me to prove it?”
“Yes, actually.”
My cock is most definitely testing the confines of my boxer briefs, and I shift the camera lower for a quick glance, then bring it back up. “Your turn, Livy.”
“My turn?”
“Show me how wet you are thinking about how good I’ll feel deep inside you again.”
“You don’t want to see that,” she laughs nervously.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to see for myself how much you want me. Show me.”
She does as I asked and guides the camera lower, slipping her free hand into her light-blue cotton boyshorts. There’s an undeniable wet spot, and as she drags her fingers out, they’re glistening.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock already leaking at the sight of her. “I’d like to identify as your panties right now.” She laughs, but I’m having none of it. “I’m serious, Livy. You’ll need to hang up if you don’t want to hear me fisting my cock.”
Olivia makes a show of sucking her fingers clean and I’m genuinely impressed I didn’t come all over my chest from just watching her. “What if I want to hear?”
I can’t remember the last time I had phone sex, let alone video sex. It’s never appealed to me, but it’s different with Livy. I don’t feel any embarrassment, and if anything, I want to convince her to join me. “Do you have your favorite vibrator nearby?”
“My favorite one is in the shower, but I have this one.” She rummages in her bedside table and pulls out what looks more like a massager than a typical dildo. Her confidence shakes as she adds, “Is it really okay if I use it?”
“I just want you to feel good,” I assure her.
“But maybe grab a towel so you don’t have to swap out your bedding after.
I want you to make a fucking mess and come at least five times for me before we hang up.
” She places the phone down for what I assume will be to retrieve a towel or extra blanket.
When she returns, she settles into bed and lays on her side, propping the phone against one of her pillows.
As I slide off my boxer briefs, there’s a faint buzzing sound.
“Start slow, baby.” Livy narrows her eyes at me but lowers the intensity.
“Good girl. Even though I’m not there, you come when I say you can. ”
“Always so bossy,” she teases, her breaths already uneven.
“You fucking love it. Close your eyes for me.” She does, and I praise, “Good girl. Let me talk you through it. Rub your toy against your clit, just like I would with my cock before pressing inside you.”
Livy lets out a sweet moan that has me leaking precum. I resist stroking myself, at least until she comes for me. My phone alerts that it’s down to five-percent battery, and my muttering a few swears as I search for my charger has her eyes flying wide and grabbing her own phone.
“Sorry, baby, don’t stop, I just need my charger.”
“I thought you were hanging up,” she chuckles nervously, setting her phone back down and closing her eyes.
“Not a chance.”
I attach the cordless battery pack, and all I can see is her face, but it doesn’t matter—I’ve committed every inch of her perfect body to memory.
The need to touch her again is unbearable, and I have no idea how I’ll survive the next couple of months, maybe even years, without her truly being mine again.
The vibration intensifies, and I chuckle to myself. “I didn’t tell you to increase it, babygirl. If you’re not going to listen, then I’ll hang up.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
While she says it almost sarcastically, that little word makes my cock twitch each time it leaves her lips. The vibrating lowers and I praise, “Good girl. Now slide your free hand up to your throat. Squeeze gently. Feel where your thumb is?”
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers.
“That’s where I’m marking you when you’re here.
” Unable to resist a moment longer, I swipe the precum around the tip before gliding my hand down my painfully hard cock.
“I don’t give a fuck who sees, I want the whole world to know you’re mine, Livy.
” Her breathy moans have me stroking faster.
“You love when I leave pretty little bruises on you, don’t you?
Want me to claim every inch of you with my mouth. ”
“Yes.”
“Want to try that again?”
“Yes, please,” she teases, and I pause, waiting for her correction. She lightly licks her lips and sighs sweetly, “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Fuck, I miss watching my cum slide down your legs, pressing it back in with my tongue, while you beg me to fill you again. Turn up your vibrator, just two settings, then slide it lower to your dripping cunt, coating it, imagining it’s my mouth.”
She cries out, her breath ragged. With the memory of her riding my face still fresh in my mind, I keep a firm grip as I continue fisting my cock, but keep a slower pace until she comes first. I’ve always been obsessed with Olivia, but when she’s like this—relaxed, submissive, and all fucking mine—I’m beyond addicted.
“You’re doing so well, babygirl. Now drag it back up and press it firmly on your clit. Increase one more setting. Just like that. Imagine how good it’ll feel against your clit while I fuck you slow and deep. Each thrust harder than the last. I know you’re right there… one more setting.”
The sound shifts from a steady vibration to more of a Morse code pulse. “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
Livy frantically adjusts her vibrator, clicking through modes until she finds the one she’s looking for. “I was so close.” She sighs in relief as she finds it.
“It’s okay, baby, build yourself up again. Slow and steady. Don’t force it.”
Briefly biting her lip, she sweetly asks, “Can I see you?” I adjust the phone, propping it onto a pillow for her to watch me stroke myself. “You have such a pretty cock.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “I don’t remember anyone ever calling my cock pretty before.”
“Well, I’m proud to be the first.”
“Can I see you touching yourself?”
“It’s not that exciting, unless you want me to grab one of my other vibrators.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t care what you use. I want to watch that tight pussy drip for me as you come.”
On a mission, Livy shifts to pull a few pillows, propping them toward the edge of the bed. She sets the phone against it, then disappears, coming into view a minute later, naked and spread wide for me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking perfect. I’m getting on the next plane.”
Pressing her vibe on her clit, she gives me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. “Oh yeah? To do what, exactly?”
“I’d start by licking up that little mess you’re making.” I spot the dark purple bruise where I sunk my teeth into her and groan, “Then I’ll leave at least a dozen more marks on you like that one.”
Livy traces the outline, a lazy smile teasing her lips as she rests her head back on the headboard. “It’s still sensitive. I can’t cross my legs without feeling a little sting.”
Olivia relaxes but doesn’t close her eyes, increasing the setting on her vibrator.
The temptation to book a ticket to arrive in the morning and claim my girl is overwhelming.
It isn’t just about her incredible body; I’d book us the first flight to Vegas and make her my wife tomorrow if it wouldn’t destroy everything we’ve both worked for. I need all of her.
As she continues circling her clit, I keep the same pace, stroking faster.
When she pauses, I do the same, cock throbbing with my orgasm nearly in reach.
She smirks, and I’ve got to hand it to her, I never thought my girl would have it in her to try and edge me.
Turnabout is fair play. When she resumes, I do as well, letting her have the control she often gives up to me.
“Increase the vibe, baby. I want to see you squirt.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t squirt.”
“Oh, you absolutely do, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” My favorite blush appears on her cheeks, and I continue, “Especially when my fingers are deep inside you while you coat my beard.”
“But you no longer have a beard.”
“Fuck. You’re right. Guess I’ll just have to settle for lapping at your cunt until I’ve taken every last drop from you.” I’m overcome with the need to pull endless orgasms from her and remind, “Increase the vibrator. Let me see you come for me.”
Livy listens beautifully, adjusting it two or three settings, moaning as she presses it harder against her clit.
I stroke faster, my cock thickening in my hand, and the moment she comes, I’m right behind her.
Hot cum paints my chest, and I slow down but don’t stop until she does.
Once she’s caught her breath, she shuts off her vibrator, tossing it aside.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur. “I’ll be right back, but don’t you dare clean up. You’re giving me four more before we hang up tonight.”
Teasing one of her nipples for show, she taunts, “Yes, Daddy.”