Preston
"Is that a new sleep shirt?" Vadim asks with a sly grin.
We're nearing the hour mark on yet another nightly call—yet to miss one in forty-two days—and over the past few nights, there's been a shift as we approach the end of the call.
It's hard to tell if it's real or if I'm just imagining it given my worsening vision, but once we're done with all the everyday topics, Vadim's voice deepens, and his gaze bores into me as if his eyes are penetrating me.
Or, again, it could be purely wishful thinking on my part because with everything going on, the last thing I've felt like doing is giving myself some physical release. I might just not be thinking clearly.
"It is," I say, grabbing the camera off the stand and drawing it down my body for him to have a better look. "Thanks for buying it for me."
His smile gives way to a deep frown. "Preston, I'm not buying you anything. I'm paying for all the things you lost because of me. There's a difference."
I shrug nonchalantly.
I'm feeling frisky. Might have something to do with the fact I'm catching feelings for Vadim. But also, it's the first night in a week that my head doesn't feel like it's being split in two. A very happy convergence I intend on taking full advantage of.
"What about my underwear? Do you like that?" I point my phone down even further then bring it back up to my face. He leans in closer to his camera until all I see is his eyes and nose and mouth up real close. A low rumble comes down the line. "I'll take that as a yes."
He retreats, and I rest the camera on the stand in its usual position. Well, actually, maybe a foot back from where it normally goes so that my body from the waist up is in the shot.
I fall back into my pillow nest. I wish I were brave enough to just tear off my shirt, run a hand across my chest, and, you know, seduce Vadim. But I'm not that guy. I don't think I ever will be.
But I am capable of a little teasing, if only to test out my theory that this horniness isn't all one-sided.
"Or should I take it as a no?"
"Absolutely not," Vadim growls. "You look great. Like always. I just wish I could see you a bit better. It's so dark on your end."
That's because bright overhead lights have not been my friend for a looong time.
"But you like what you can see, though?" I say, hoping to smooth over the darkness issue and, ideally, leave it behind us.
"You know I do." His tongue slips out the corner of his mouth. "Don't suppose you'd like to show me anything more?"
"More?" I blink ever so innocently.
Vadim raises his head. "Yeah. More. You've seen me naked. Think it's only fair to square things up."
"You've seen my hole."
"You've watched me come."
"True, true." I tap my chin with my thumb and middle finger. "So what would you like to see then?"
"You got a toy?"
My mind blanks. "Like an action figure?"
Vadim grins, but when he sees I'm not kidding, stops. "No. Like a dildo."
"Oh." Duh. I'm such an idiot. "Um, no, I don't."
"That's okay," Vadim continues undeterred. "You can just use your fingers."
I choke out a surprised laugh. "I… I can't do that."
"Why not?"
That's a good question. I'm not really sure what I was hoping would happen. Maybe some light teasing, maybe I'd flash my cock for like half a second, maybe, at most, we'd jerk off discreetly in the dark.
This feels like it's a lot more than that.
Then again, he's had front row tickets to the Preston Miller Ass Show, so what's the harm really?
None.
There is no risk in me doing this because I truly am safe with Vadim. I just have to be brave enough to step out of my comfort zone and not overthink it.
"Okay," I breathe out.
"Okay, what?"
He's holding back a smile, waiting for me to say it. "Okay, I'll finger myself for you."
His eyes close as he lets out a long, slow exhalation. "Perfect. Would you like me to instruct you?"
I don't think I really need instructions. I may not finger myself all that often, but I am familiar with the mechanics.
But since he's asking, he might want to, so, why not?
"Sure."
"Okay, good. First rule…"
My cock throbs when the word rule rumbles out of his mouth. Oh, boy. I'm in for it.
"…if you aren't comfortable with anything I say, or you just don't want to do it, you tell me. Okay?"
"Got it."
"Good. Second rule. Get naked right the fuck now."
There's a commanding growl in his voice that's got me bricked up already. And I'm still fully clothed.
Well, not for much longer. I peel off my sleep shirt and shimmy my undies down my legs, flinging them farther across the room than I intended.
"Holy shit, Pres." I glance up at my phone to be met with Vadim's intense face in close-up mode again. "You are so fucking beautiful."
I manage a smile since I have no idea how to reply to that. I've never felt beautiful. I have good days and, sometimes, better days but never beautiful days.
"What do you want me to do now?" I ask since Vadim has gone quiet.
"You got any lube?"
I nod.
"Go get it."
I roll over to the other side of the bed, open the top drawer of my bedside table, and fumble around with my fingers until I find it.
Then I roll back over and lift it toward the camera. "Ta-da."
He snickers. "Lube up your index and middle fingers and bring them to your hole."
Okay, he is not messing around. I slick up my two fingers and lower my hand toward my ass.
"Lift your legs into the air and turn slightly toward the camera."
"Where are your manners? No pleases and thank yous?" I tease as I adjust myself to give him the view he wants.
I think Vadim's going to ignore my comment…until the next words come out of his mouth. "Spread your hole with one hand, and stick in your fingers on the other. Please."
My breath catches in my throat.
The way he said please, his deep, masculine voice dripping with want, sends a hot shiver racing up my spine.
I obey, stretching myself with one hand and slowly sliding my fingers into me. The hit of pressure is immediate. My eyes flutter shut.
"That's it. Nice and slow, Pres. Nice and slow."
Knowing that Vadim is watching me is a new and exhilarating kind of thrill. I'd never do something like this without him suggesting it, but right now, at this moment, it feels so good. So natural.
So fucking dirty.
I work my fingers into my channel until they're all the way in then start sliding them in and out, letting my inner walls adjust to the pressure and the movement.
"Now, stop," Vadim commands, and my eyes spring open. "Stretch your hole with both hands."
The self-consciousness I felt last time Vadim was down there isn't entirely gone, but it sure as hell is a lot less than it was that time. I obey him immediately, pulling at my cheeks to show him my hole.
He gets in even closer.
"I wish I was there to eat it," he growls. "Oh, yeah. That's it."
What's it? "Huh?"
He eases back a little.
"Your pucker pulsed when I spoke to it," he says.
"It did?"
He nods. "I'll try it again. Pay attention." He moves in closer once more. "I'm going to shove my tongue in as far as it can go and lick every part of you from the inside out."
"Holy shit," I cry out. "Did you see that?"
"I sure did. Did you feel it?"
"I did, I did."
I pant in amazement. I never knew a hole could do that, much less my hole.
"You're hard," he observes. "Do you want to come?"
"Do you want me to?" I reply with a hint of uncertainty. Is that what he wants? Because if it is, I'll comply.
"Good answer." He thinks about it for a moment. "No."
My stomach deflates. "Oh."
"I want you to be with me the first time you come with me. In the flesh."
"Oh." I'm still a little disappointed, but that makes sense. In fact, it'd be romantic if it weren't so filthy.
As if sensing my feelings, he says, "But I'm not done with you yet, Preston still-unknown-middle-name Miller. I want to see you fill that hole with at least one more finger and grow that pretty little gape for me even more."