Chapter 8 #2
“You’d look so good like that,” he rasps. “Your perfect mouth around me. I’ve thought about it… fuck, I’ve dreamed about it.”
My eyelids flutter, almost falling closed as I pinch and pull at my nipples, but I force them to stay open. I don’t want to miss anything. I watch as Vic fists his cock slowly, almost methodically, keeping a measured, even rhythm.
Every once in a while, he’ll squeeze the base, holding there for a second like he needs to catch his breath before he explodes.
“Your cock is so fucking big,” I whisper, pulling the phone closer so I have a better view of it. “Fuck, Vic. You’re maybe even bigger than Malice.”
He chuckles roughly, something flashing through his eyes. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll be dead set on fucking you until you can’t walk to prove it doesn’t matter.”
I moan because he’s right, and I can picture exactly the scenario he’s describing.
“Would you watch?” I ask, my hands roaming my body restlessly. “Would you watch your brother fuck me into the mattress and then maybe come over and fuck me too, once I’m all loosened up and sloppy?”
My cheeks burn, and I can’t quite believe the words that are coming out of my mouth right now. It barely sounds like me, but it’s hard to hold back when I want that so bad.
It’s so easy to imagine, Malice holding me down, forcing me to take it as he fucks me to within an inch of my life, his cock pounding in and out of my willing core. Then leaving me a mess, dripping and exhausted, but not done yet.
And Vic, who would have been watching the whole time, coming over, flipping me over maybe, so he can see my face, sliding in where his brother just vacated. Malice’s cum would be like lube, making it even easier for Vic to push his way inside me.
My pussy throbs with need, and touching my breasts and nipples isn’t even close to enough anymore.
“Fuck, butterfly, the way you talk…” Vic trails off, breathing hard.
Precum has already started welling at the head of his cock, and he strokes his palm over the tip of it, dragging that wetness back down as he strokes slowly.
“I remember when you couldn’t even say the word cock.
When you would turn into a little mouse at the idea of being fucked by my brothers. Now look at you.”
My cheeks are still on fire, but his words only make me that much more turned on. My hips buck up, like they’re searching for something to grind against, and I moan low in my throat.
“I can’t help it,” I whimper. “You guys just… just bring it out in me.”
“Good,” he says, and his voice is different than I’ve ever heard it. Strained and rough and possessive. “I like that we’re the ones who get to see this side of you. That you do this for us and no one else.”
I nod eagerly, dragging my hand down my stomach, taking the phone along as well so Vic can see that I’m about to start touching myself in earnest.
“Yes,” he groans. “Let me see. Show me how wet you are for me. Please. I need to see it.”
The desperation in his voice is such a fucking turn on, and I practically rip my shorts off, showing him both that I’m not wearing any underwear under them and that my pussy is already soaking wet from this.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and inhales raggedly. “Fuck.”
“I wish you were here,” I tell him. “Even if you didn’t touch me, even if I had to get myself off, I want you to watch. I want you to see me fall apart.”
“Show me. Show me how it would be.”
I don’t hesitate to follow his command, stuffing two fingers into myself, the slickness of my arousal easing their way in.
Months ago, that might have been enough to satisfy me, but now, it’s barely even close.
I’ve learned so much more about what I like, how rough I can take it, and what truly turns me on.
My body throbs with need, and I work my fingers deeper into myself, moaning and arching on the bed.
Vic’s breathing is harsh as he watches, and I glance at the screen to see his hand moving faster on his cock, like he’s getting close to losing control.
I move my fingers in time with his hand, pretending it’s him thrusting into me. The fantasy of that makes my heart race, but it’s still not enough, and I make a frustrated sound.
Vic’s fist stops moving, tightening around the thick base of his shaft again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I reassure him. “This is so good. It’s just…”
“You’re used to more than your own hand now, aren’t you?” His fingers flex and then loosen, a vein on his cock pulsing.
“Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks burning.
“That would have been enough for you before, wouldn’t it?” he continues. “Just your fingers in your pussy, working yourself up. You could come from just that, but now you need more. Your body is used to being filled up completely.”
“God, Vic,” I moan. “Fuck…”
It’s kind of incredible the way he does this. His voice is shaky from his own desire, but he manages to make his dirty talk sound so precise, like he’s listing off the sexiest scientific facts known to man.
And of course he’s right.
Of course my body craves more. Wants it deeper, harder, thicker.
Even though it’s not quite enough, I’m still so worked up, still so close to the edge already, and I can tell Vic isn’t that far off either.
He squeezes the base of his cock again, letting me see how beautiful and flushed it is, and I watch as a thick drop of precum runs down the head, sliding over the curve of it in a way that makes me wish I was there to lick it up, to taste the salty sweet tang of it.
He takes a shuddering breath and then another, and I see him counting again, tapping the fingers of his other hand against his knee, getting himself back under control.
“I want to make it last,” he explains, even though I didn’t need him to. “I don’t want to come before you do.”
Just him talking about me coming has my pussy spasming with need again, and I suddenly have an idea.
I pull my fingers free of my soaked entrance and then roll over so I can get to the nightstand drawer.
Inside are a couple of things that still make me blush to think about.
I was embarrassed to buy the toys, but based on what I did with the guys, and how much I craved sex when we were apart, I figured they would be good investments.
So I get them out and put them on the bed, letting Vic see.
He chokes out a quiet noise, thumbing the head of his cock as he watches me.
“Holy shit, butterfly,” he whispers. “When did you get those?”
“I bought them before I put the cameras back up,” I tell him. “I just… I needed something then. I missed you all, even if I wouldn’t let myself admit it.”
“Fuck,” he groans, sounding almost wrecked. “Have you used them both already?”
“No,” I admit. “Just one.”
“Which one haven’t you used?”
Practically holding my breath, I lift up the first toy, a smooth, black plug with a yellow gem on the end of it. It’s small enough to fit easily in the palm of my hand—I was too intimidated to go for anything bigger.
“You’ve never had that inside you before?” Vic asks.
“No.”
“Do you know what to do with it?”
My heart flutters. “Yes.”
I watched a few videos, so I’m familiar with the basic idea.
I don’t admit aloud the reasons why I bought it, or how turned on I got thinking about the idea of my ass and pussy being filled at the same time, but maybe Victor can read my mind, because he lets out a low, hungry sound that goes straight to my clit.
“Will you show me?” he murmurs. “Will you let me see?”
I swallow hard and then bring the plug up to my lips, licking and sucking at it slowly, answering silently by letting him watch as I drag my tongue around the smooth, flavorless silicone.
I prop the phone up against the blankets so that Vic has a clear view of my pussy and ass, then I grab the bottle of lube I bought and drizzle some over the plug and over my fingers.
Breathing hard, I start working myself open, using my slick fingers to ease my ass open a little before I attempt to press the plug in.
Even though it’s small, it feels much bigger once it starts working its way inside me, and I suck in a sharp breath as the widest part stretches me, pulling my rim wider until it’s seated all the way in.
“Fuck,” I pant, squirming in place as my clit throbs.
“Beautiful,” Vic groans. “How does it feel, butterfly? Tell me.”
“Mmm, it feels… different, but good,” I whisper, clenching around the plug a little. “I feel full, but it’s still not enough.”
“What else do you have?”
I hold up the other thing I bought, swallowing hard. It’s a thick vibrator, shaped like a dick, smooth and shiny. It’s not quite as big as any of the Voronin brothers, but it’s close.
“What are you going to do with that?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I’m going to fuck myself with it,” I tell him, boldness rising in me as my breath comes faster. “I’m gonna fill my pussy and my ass, and I’m gonna think about you the entire time.”
There’s a choked sound on the other end of the phone.
Vic goes quiet for a long moment, and I blink, lifting my head to look at the camera on my screen.
His hand is still wrapped around his cock, and I can see how heavily his shaft is pulsing, little dribbles of precum sliding down the side.
Another sound reaches my ears, and I realize he’s counting aloud this time—still under his breath, but loud enough that I can hear him.
“Are you okay?” I murmur. “Is this too much? I can stop if you—”
“No.” The counting breaks off as he answers immediately. “Don’t. Stop.”
The ragged desperation in his voice is enough to send my pulse into overdrive.
This might be a lot for him, but I can tell he wants it, and suddenly, it feels like the most important thing in the world to get this toy inside me.
To fill myself up so Vic can watch, to fuck myself on it until I fall apart.
I don’t even need the lube for this one. All I have to do is rub it against my pussy, and the slickness of my arousal coats it easily.