Chapter 8 #3
As I drag the silicone toy through my folds, the head of it slides against my clit, and I gasp as a jolt of sensation shoots through me, lighting up my entire body.
“Ahh!” I hiss out.
The pleasure spreads like a wildfire, fierce and sudden.
I try to hold it off, but I’m so turned on from everything we’ve been doing that an orgasm rises up and tears through me before I can stop it.
My back arches, a cry spilling from my lips as I grind against the solid weight of the silicone, pressing it hard against my clit.
“Fuck.” Vic’s voice is harsh, as if he’s got his jaw clenched so tightly he can barely get the word out.
“Oh… god,” I breathe, pulling the toy away from my clit as the orgasm finally starts to fade. “That was… an accident.”
“I’m not mad about it.”
He laughs softly, and despite how lost in pleasure I am, I file the sound away in my memory bank. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever heard, and I want to be able to replay it over and over.
My heart is beating heavily in my chest in the aftermath of my climax, but just like Vic said earlier, I want this to last. I haven’t seen him come yet, and even with one orgasm down, I’m still craving more.
My pussy clenches, and I give in, ignoring how sensitive I am as I press the head of the toy to my entrance.
I hold the phone with my other hand, letting Vic get a close-up as I push the thick length in slowly, my body swallowing it up inch by inch.
He curses under his breath, and when I glance down at the screen, he’s working his cock again. Slowly and carefully this time, like he’s trying to measure out the sensations so he doesn’t explode.
“Victor.” I moan his name, arching my hips as I shove the last few inches of the dildo into myself hard. I’m even more aware of the plug inside my ass now, the feeling of fullness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“You look…” He trails off, and I can hear the quiet, wet sounds of him working his cock. “Keep going. Show me what you like.”
I nod breathlessly, then start working the toy in and out of my pussy. Each drag of the silicone against my walls makes me shudder, and when I let it bottom out again, it hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Never seen anything so fucking perfect,” Vic mutters, and I don’t even know if he’s aware that he’s talking anymore. “So perfect. Pretty and pink and tight. I can see every time you clench, butterfly, the way your body wants more. Move the phone down a little… right there. Fuck.”
“Please,” I sob, desperate to keep hearing his voice. “Keep talking, Vic. Oh god, please.”
“Willow,” he breathes, and my name sounds so good on his lips. “I can’t stop it. I’m gonna—”
“I’m so close too. Come with me. Right now. Please.”
Vic’s hand is moving faster now, and I watch, transfixed, as he chases his own pleasure. My own hand shakes as I hold the phone and use the other hand to fuck myself with the slick toy, and just as my toes curl into the blankets, Vic sucks in a sharp breath.
He crashes over the edge a second before I do, both of us groaning and shaking, and I watch as he spills over his fingers, bending a bit at the waist as if the force of it is taking something out of him.
It’s beautiful, the way he strokes himself through it, the way his cum splatters over his hand and down his shaft. I feel more connected to him than ever, caught up in the throes of my own orgasm, and I whimper his name over and over.
When my muscles finally unclench, I drag the dildo out and set it on the bed, then work the plug out of my ass too. We’re both still breathing hard as we try to come down, and I roll over onto my side, holding the phone in both hands to keep it steady.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, and then laugh softly. “You know, that last time, I came mostly from watching you finish on your own hand. So, it’s not that different than you coming from a kiss.”
He snorts, raising the phone back up so I can see his face. He looks good. More rumpled and mussed than I’ve ever seen him before. There’s a warm, satisfied look in his eyes, and he seems less tightly wound than usual.
“I’m not sure I believe that,” he says. “But… thank you.”
I nod, smiling back. Affection and such strong attraction to this man wells up in my chest, along with a soul-deep wish that he was here with me. Or that I could be there. As long as we were together, I wouldn’t really care where we were.
The phone sex helped push the realities of what’s going on away for a while, but not long enough. It’s all still right there, weighing on me.
“Are you alright?” Vic asks after a moment of comfortable silence.
“With what we just did?” I grin, although I can tell it’s a little wobbly. “More than alright. With everything else? Not really. I’m… scared,” I admit.
“I know. But what Malice said is true. You’re ours. And we’re going to keep you. No one else gets to have you.”
“You’d better mean that,” I tell him. “Because I want to keep you too.”
Vic smiles on my screen, and it’s so different than his usual smile. It’s beautiful and bright, like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
It’s perfect.