Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Sam
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as I cross the dark lot to my cart, but I don’t dare check it.
It’s not until I’m safely in my house, curtains drawn, settled on my couch that I finally click the link Naomi sent. It’s a downloaded file from a web hosting site that does, in fact, seem secure. She’s set up a passkey linked to my information, and it makes me jump through several hoops before the file is delivered.
I grab myself a beer while I wait for the enormous file to buffer enough to play with my slow island internet.
When the video finally starts, I cringe at the sound of my own voice coming too loud from the tinny phone speaker. I hit the button to turn it down to almost silent as I watch myself walk onto the screen.
The camera was set up on the tall dresser in Naomi’s bedroom. From this vantage point, I can see the love seat, the bed, and the wall where I stood perfectly. The door to the walk-in closet is just to the left of the frame.
We enter her room and stumble, hands on each other’s still clothed bodies, over to the loveseat. I watch us fumble and laugh for a few painfully awkward moments before jumping the video forward.
I’m standing and walking across the room with Naomi close behind. My back hits the wall and I get a full view of my own face for the first time. I look nervous, a bit uncertain, with flashes of what could only be called recklessness passing through my eyes as I watch the gorgeous woman on her knees before me.
I click the volume up just a bit and listen to our words, even though I have them memorized from playing it over and over in my mind since this all went down.
“Do it.”
“Do what?”
“Beg.”
“Oh, you’d like that, would you?”
With those words, I watch my face change. Gone is the timid man. The man who knows damn well he should be anywhere but here. He’s been replaced by someone fierce. Someone who has the power in this situation and is greedily giving it away to get what he wants.
She has my pants down and I step out of them. When her hands reach up to grip my prominent erection on the screen, I can’t help but reach down and set my hand on the front of my pants, knowing I’ll find a similar situation in real life.
I stroke my palm firmly down the length of myself from the outside of my jeans as Naomi sucks the tip of my cock into her mouth. I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen, can’t take a breath as more and more of my length disappears through those pink lips.
Losing the battle, I hit pause, set my beer down on the table, unbutton my jeans, and lower the zipper. I only make enough room to get my hand inside and grip myself, my palm clammy, my jeans too tight, phone balancing precariously on my thigh.
I’m not ready to commit to full-on jerking off while watching myself get head on my phone screen.
I’m not sure what that would say about me, but whatever it is, I don’t want it said aloud.
Naomi has both hands on my body. One gripping my cock, feeding it in and out of her lips. The other hand grips my hip, her nails curling into my flesh as she uses my leg for balance. I grip my own hip in the place I remember, the place I watched those fingernail marks fade for days after finally catching a flight back to Faraday.
With a resigned sigh, I go with it, stroking myself in long, firm grasps, eyes glued to the tiny figures on my phone screen. She’s pulling away now, and I know what comes next.
She tells me to come in her mouth.
I lean my head back, allowing my eyes to close for a millisecond before snapping them open once more.
She’s got my cock in her mouth. I can see on my own face that I’m close. Back is the uncertainty in my face, and I know why. I haven’t made a habit of coming in women’s mouths. I’ve always pulled out, assuming that’s the right thing to do.
I’m nervous for myself just watching, but I can’t look away. On screen, I have one hand twisted in Naomi’s long, auburn curls, not moving her head, just holding on for dear life. I don’t take my eyes off my cock in her mouth as I start to contract at the core.
I watch my face crumple into my orgasm, eyes squeezing involuntarily closed, bottom lip clenched tightly between my teeth. Naomi tilts her head upward, following the movement of my cock as my body spasms, keeping as much of it in her mouth as she can manage.
She licks and sucks as my cum fills her throat. I can see her swallow over and over as my hips start to move, plunging my length deeper into her hot, wet mouth.
I don’t remember doing that, and I watch with my mouth open as my face transforms once more. The uncertainty once again replaced by lusty desire. I glare down at her with dark eyes, fisting her hair and pumping into her mouth.
Stranglehold on my cock not giving me what I need, I slide my fist up to massage my tip, dragging my other hand down into my boxers to pull my balls gently. Fuck, it feels so damn good.
Am I really going to come, alone in my living room, watching homemade porn starring myself?
Naomi sits back on her heels on screen when I release her hair, and I soften the grip on my cock, amazed I managed to watch that whole scene without coming. I can’t hear what we’re saying with the volume turned down so low, but I know what happens next. She puts on that little pink number, and I choose the black vibrator.
I’m dying to watch her little show again, but I’m too wound up right now.
I snatch up my phone and hit pause, giving myself three long, deep breaths to get ahold of myself before using one slightly shaky finger to move the play bar forward slowly, scrubbing through the video until I watch myself launch forward and capture the vibrator from Naomi, tossing her on her back on the bed.
I stop moving the video forward but keep it paused as I get up from the couch and head to my bathroom. Snagging the bottle of cocoa butter lotion from my counter, I avoid meeting my own gaze in the mirror.
Fuck it. If I’m going to do this, I may as well do it right. Doesn’t mean I’m going to be able to look myself in the eyes as I do.
Unless those eyes are onscreen.
I breathe out a nervous laugh as I head back to the sofa, cock still bouncing out of my undone jeans. I drop the damn things to my ankles and flop back down, lotion bottle at the ready.
I turn the volume up much higher than I dared before and hit play.
I’ve got my hands on her body, moving quickly from her hips to her breasts and back again as if I can’t get enough.
I can’t see my own face from this angle, but I can see Naomi’s. Her eyes are open, watching me with desire and surprise. I can’t blame her for that. I remember feeling exactly the same way that night as I let my lizard brain take over and ravish her in all the ways I’d claimed I wasn’t going to.
Well, almost all the ways.
My cock is slippery in my hand as on screen I press her legs open further and touch the little toy down on her clit. She cries out, and I nearly come just from that sound alone. I relax my grip and let my strong hand slide lightly up and down my shaft. I need to last through this whole thing like I’ve never needed anything before in my life.
Just like Naomi said earlier in her hotel room, I’m going to watch this as foreplay and then close my eyes and stick my raging hard cock into that sweet pussy. In my mind, I’m going to come deep inside her while she screams my name.
For now, I keep my eyes glued to the screen as I slip the little black vibrator into her body and catch it as it pops back out.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, princess.”
“I’m doing it on purpose.”
I’m fisting myself on screen just as hard as I’m fisting myself now, using the juices from her pussy to lube myself up, switching hands as I drench my fingers in her and smoothing the luscious liquid over my cock. I imagine that’s what I’m lubed up with now and have to lighten my grip once more to keep from blowing too soon.
My hand is inside her, thumb on her clit as she moans. My cock is a living, breathing thing in my hand, telling me to drive it home. I can hear it screaming at me as if I’m in that room again.
A loud chime from my phone shatters my little fantasy world and a text notification flashes across the screen.
I can’t focus quickly enough to read it before it’s gone, but it does its job.
I’m caught.
I fumble to pause the video with my lotion-covered fingers, turning the volume on my phone down all the way and closing out of the file hosting site, swiping up to close every open app on my phone just for good measure.
I toss my phone back on the table and collapse backward into the sofa, wiping my hands on the towel I set next to me.
I lost my mind there for a moment.
What the fuck was I doing jerking off to that?
She videoed me without permission and then forced me to watch it so that she would agree to delete it.
How did that turn into…this?