37. Chelsi #2
“Probably start by edging you for so long that you’d be begging me to let you come. Then I’d keep doing it. Teasing you for hours until you can’t take it anymore. Getting you to the point where a single breath on your clit sends you tumbling over the edge.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Where do I sign up? He might think it’s a punishment, but it sounds like a great time to me.
Cocking one hip out, I pretend to be bored as I stare at my nails. “What you’re threatening sounds fine to me. Just a typical Friday night.”
His eyes widen as a low growl comes out of him.
“Don’t play coy with me, Chelsi. I saw the way you clenched your thighs.
I bet you’re soaked for me.” He pauses and licks his lips.
“Dripping with arousal and dying for me to make you come. Prove me wrong. Take off your clothes and show me your pussy.”
My mouth drops open, ready to do whatever Alex tells me because I’m putty in his hands.
No one has ever owned my desire like this.
Why do I have a feeling that his claim of ruining me for all other men once we have sex will definitely come true?
Hell, it might happen tonight if he keeps talking like this.
Unable to keep up my charade any longer, I slowly lift my shirt and stick out my chest, giving him a full view of my bare breasts.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he croaks, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down the zipper. Even from this angle, I can see how his cock strains against the fabric, wanting to burst free. “Show me that soaked pussy. I’ve been dying to see it.”
My breath hitches and my pulse accelerates as I shimmy my yoga pants down before kicking them across the room, followed by my black thong.
Alex groans when I stand completely naked in front of the camera. His eyes rake over my entire body, memorizing every inch of me in a way that feels like being branded.
“Your turn,” I murmur, ready for my chance to gawk at his incredible body, defined by countless hours spent in the gym. Desperate to see the length and girth of his cock, knowing it’ll probably destroy my pussy when he fucks me the first time.
Death by enormous cock sounds like a great way to go out.
He stands up and slides his jeans to the floor, leaving him in black boxer-briefs with a very noticeable bulge. I can’t help but wet my lips, thinking about wrapping my hands and lips around him. How he’ll grab my hair when he fucks my mouth.
I might need to call in sick on Monday. There’s no way I’m getting out of his bed after only a few hours with him.
“Holy fuck, Alex,” I groan as he removes his boxers and his cock springs free. “Do you have a license to carry that thing?”
He chuckles, wiping the bead of precum down his shaft and stroking himself. “Grab your favorite toy and spread your legs, Chelsi.”
After throwing open the top drawer of my nightstand, I rummage through my various options before finding my favorite seven-inch vibrating dildo. I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide, tilting my hips to give Alex a better view of my center.
“Fuck, babe. Your pussy is glistening. Wish I were down on my knees, lapping you up. I would lick up every last drop.”
Hot damn.
I turn on the vibrator and hold it as I watch him fist himself slowly. “What do you want me to do?” I ask, breathing heavily with anticipation and desire.
“Run it up your wetness, nice and slow.”
Taking a deep breath, I guide the tip of the vibrating dildo to my pussy, dragging it through my wet folds, allowing the sensation to wake all of my nerve endings.
My hips buck off the bed slightly when I brush it over my clit.
I’m so worked up that it won’t take me long to come.
It’d probably take a single lick or thrust if he were actually here.
“Good girl. Now, insert just the tip of it inside you. No more than an inch.” His hands pick up the pace as a small groan comes out of him.
I angle the toy and slide it into my center a tiny bit. The pressure of it vibrating without being deeper is equal parts enjoyable and frustrating. Disregarding what he said earlier, I push the vibrator in farther, needing more friction than I’m currently getting.
“Don’t you dare, Chelsi. Take it out,” he demands, his eyes focused on me as he stops stroking himself. “When we’re in the bedroom, I’m in charge. You do exactly what I say, or you don’t get to come.”
I nod, removing the vibrator, desperate to earn his praise. “I’ll listen…”
“Good. Slide it in again. Only an inch.”
Adjusting my hips, I push the vibrator back inside my pussy, and my body clenches around it. He’s gotten me so worked up I might come from this sensation alone.
“A little more.” He begins to stroke himself again. Slow at first, then picking up the pace. From what I can see, he likes a firm grasp that goes from the tip to the root in a single motion.
I moan, arching my back as a wave of pleasure begins to build within me.
“Push it deeper… I want it all the way inside you.”
A barely audible whimper comes out of me as I do what I’m told. My core tightens with every swirling motion the dildo makes.
“Alex…I’m so close. I wish it were your cock inside me,” I pant, trying to keep my eyes on the camera while my orgasm starts to crest.
“Fuck. Me too, Chelsi. The next time you come, it will be from my mouth and then my cock. I’m going to fuck you senseless on Sunday night. Show you what my girl can look forward to for a goddamn lifetime.”
“Oh my God!” Spots cloud my vision as my pussy squeezes the vibrator, almost pushing it out of me as I writhe on the bed. This release is all-consuming, a sudden sonic boom of pleasure that sends jolts of heat and electricity down my extremities, leaving every inch of my skin tingling.
When I open my eyes, Alex’s face is scrunched as he rapidly strokes his cock. He’s close. Perhaps he needs a little encouragement to reach the finish line.
I lean toward the camera, my face and boobs on full display for him. “Imagine it’s my tight pussy wrapped around you. Pulsing with need for you. Waiting for you to mark me. Claim me. Brand me as yours.”
“Fuck, baby.” His eyes flare as his pace picks up even further. “I can’t wait to be inside you. It’s going to be the best fucking day of my life. Holy shit. I’m going to come.”
A loud groan breaks free from him as he continues to thrust into his fist while cum roars from the tip of his dick, covering his hand and stomach.
“That was…” He releases his cock from his grip, panting heavily. “That was so fucking hot, Chelsi.”
“I know; Sunday can’t get here fast enough.”
“The next two days are going to take forever. But the wait will be worth it. I promise.” He winks and smirks, sending a zing of desire straight to my core.
“I’ll probably need to get myself off half a dozen times between now and Sunday, given how worked up you’ve gotten me.”
“Absolutely not. I don’t want you touching yourself or using any toys until I get my hands on you. I need you to be desperate for me.”
“That sounds like torture. I don’t know if I can.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “You can and you will because you’re a fucking good girl. My good girl.”
I nod, soaking in his praise and loving when he refers to me as his. “I should probably let you clean up and get some sleep. I know you have an early morning.”
“Okay.” He pauses momentarily. “Thank you for telling me how you feel, Chelsi. I’ll never forget tonight. Any of it.”
I smile, proud of myself for opening up my heart to him and relieved he reciprocates. “Good night, Alex.”
“Night, gorgeous.”
After I end the call, I collapse on my bed, grinning like a fool. Miles might separate us, but I’ve never been emotionally closer to someone in my entire life.
There’s been a fundamental shift over the past hour. I’m the same person I was before I met him, only slightly improved. One who is willing to open up to others. Take a chance on love. It’s because of how safe he makes me feel. How he protects my heart.
The way he wants me to be his. Not just for tonight.
For a lifetime.
I can’t believe I finally get to say Alex is mine.