14. SHANE
14
SHANE
T he minute she’s in the house, I’m messaging her via the app.
Tell me, are you wet, baby.
Since I watched her come on the dance floor, I’ve been painfully hard, chafing against the zipper on my jeans. I grip the steering wheel in frustration, flooring the accelerator to get home as fast as I can.
If I was in the police car, I’d be setting off the blues and twos. Anything to get home and fuck all this pent up desire out of me.
I floor the accelerator as I climb the hill to my home, cursing why I live so far away from her on the edge of town. My balls burn with all the heat from our dirty dance. I contemplate pulling over to jack off, but I want to gaze upon her face when I come.
Reaching the top of the hill, the path grows dark without the lights of the town; lit only by my headlights and the majestic moon guiding me home. My phone on the passenger seat flashes. I take my eyes from the road for a second to read her text.
Yes, sir.
She knows exactly what to say to make my blood run hot. Like lava in a volcano, my dick’s ready to erupt. I may not be able to have her how I want, but she’s mine in every other sense of the word. And whatever happens, I’ll always protect her, even if she doesn’t know I’m the one she needs protection from. I’m the sick fuck who’s tricking her into orgasms for my own selfish pleasure. But I can’t stop this now. The only thing I care about is my release.
I park the car on my drive and text her while I unlock the door to my house.
Are you ready, nightingale?
Yes, I’m waiting for you to join the live.
I take the stairs two at a time, pulling off my top and unbuckling my belt. Kicking the office door open, I pull my jeans down, freeing my throbbing dick. I let out a deep guttural groan as I fist my shaft and use my other hand to enlarge the pop-up window of her live on my twenty-eight inch monitor. The two side monitors stay dormant, reflecting the savage in me.
She fills the screen, biting her plump lip as she sits on her bed, awaiting my instructions. Her black dress clings to every curve, and my dick begs me to make her take it off. I’ve no doubt she would if I asked, but I don’t need to see her naked to get off. I just want to see her beautiful face and those two front teeth with her dirty lip bite.
Keeping my camera off, I make sure the voice distorter is on. “Hey, baby?”
She looks up in surprise. “Hello, sir.”
“Did you enjoy your new toy?”
“Yes, sir.”
I fist my dick, my movements getting faster.
“Let me see you,” she says.
“Not tonight, nightingale.” There’s no time to mask and glove myself or change my clothes, for that matter. Not when I’m so wound up. My balls must be blue. I brace one hand on the desk, my cock in front of the monitor as if I’m fucking my girl.
“Are you?” A smile curves her lips. She knows exactly what I’m doing. “I want to see.”
“I said not tonight.” I grunt through gritted teeth as my stomach tightens, desperate to come, but I hold it at bay, wanting to prolong this as long as possible. Thoughts of her watching me come as I watched her send a shiver down my spine.
Your little sister-in-law. I shove the thoughts away as quickly as they came. She might be like a little sister to me, but tonight she was all woman. A dangerous femme fatale that could annihilate my heart.
The skeleton on my stomach reflects from the dormant screen with a mocking grin. He knows what a sick fuck I am. I’m shameless right now, chasing the inevitable release I’ve needed all night.
When I set out to buy her the toy, I never thought it would lead to this. My intention was to summon her orgasm from the safety of our respective homes. But seeing her come in my arms made me feral.
I move my fist faster, gripping my dick tighter, imagining it’s her hand, throat, pussy. Gazing at her gorgeous face, my balls draw up tight, my stomach muscles tense. Electricity pulses through my groin like a taser as I groan out my release, bracing myself with one hand on the wall behind the monitor.
She sits on the bed wide eyed, chewing on her lip, waiting for me to instruct her like a good little submissive, but the only thing on my mind is my throbbing dick.
Ropes of warm cum spurt out onto the monitor, covering her face and body. I glance up at the ceiling, bright spots blurring my vision. I squeeze my hand around my dick, imagining she’s milking me for every last drop of my seed, but it’s not enough.
“Are you done, sir?”
I glance down at the mess I’ve made. Her dirty smile like Mona Lisa stares back at me between the streaks of cum running down the screen. “You heard that?” A chuckle escapes as I collapse into the chair, not bothering to pull my jeans or boxers up.
“Yes, it was hot.” She bats her long lashes. “Would’ve been even hotter if you let me watch.”
“Do you still have the egg inside your pussy?”
“I had to take it out. I couldn’t take any more of you edging me.”
“Want me to make you come again?”
“I’m too sensitive. I can’t take any more. Please, sir.”
“I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want.” I exhale as I relax into the leather chair. “Maybe we’ve both had enough for one night.” Even though with her, it’ll never be enough. I want her to come on my cock. But more than that, I want her in my bed. I want her living in my home. I want her pregnant with my kid. I just want her. To have a life with her. A life I could only ever dream of.
I picked the wrong fucking sister.