Chapter 52
FIFTY-TWO
FALLING OFF THE EDGE
“Oh, fuck, baby, I can’t—”
I feel like my cock is about to explode.
I tell her as much.
Just to hear her laugh.
“You’re so melodramatic,” Denny teases me. “But I love watching it pulse like that.”
“You’re a demon. Sent to torment me.” My head rocks onto my shoulders as I strain with holding off. Holding back. Not coming.
Do.
Not.
Come.
The words are an internal chant. A plea.
“You look so hot. I love watching you stroke your cock. I prefer it when you come. Makes me think of licking you clean and you getting hard again so I can feel you inside me—”
“Denny, baby, gorgeous, my future everything, please, don’t talk. Not right now.” I squeeze my balls. Honestly, that’s where I’m at.
She giggles. Fucking giggles. Maybe she has been overtaken by demons. My Denny doesn’t giggle this much.
Another thing Spain’s changed.
Panting as I twist my balls in my hold, I clench my ass. “I’ll get you back when you’re here.”
“Oooh, promises promises. How will you punish me?”
“Ah, goddamn.” I groan as even that gets my dick hard. “What the hell is it about you? I figured I’d be fine when there are thousands of miles between us.”
“I have magic tits,” she declares around another giggle that jiggles those wondrous beauties.
“I can’t even look at them.”
“Oh, should I put them away?” is her coy retort.
“No! Fuck. No! Are you wet?” I grab the tube of cream on my desk and squirt some on my fingers to lube my path.
“Of course I am. You’re jacking off in front of me, Zach.” With a frown, she squints at her screen. “Hey, is that my hand cream?”
“Um, no. God, you’re beautiful. When are you going to use that vibrator I sent you? I want to watch you with it so bad.”
Man, I hope that distracts—
Her cheeks turn bright red and she changes the subject to: “I sooo can’t wait until I can get my hands on you too.”
“Ah, Jesus,” I mutter thickly.
My cock is back in business.
“How many times is that?”
I clench my eyes shut. “Too many.”
“What did we agree on?”
“Four.” Fucking four.
“That means you can come this time. It’s the third time you edged.”
I hiss.
How did I miscount when this is literal torture?
“I wish you were coming on my face.”
“Oh, Denny, Jesus Christ. Baby, I can’t—”
“Sure you can.”
“This has become regular spankbank material since you told me you fantasized about this, but fuck, it hurts so much better IRL, D. Oh, god—”
“Are you thinking about getting your cum all over my lips and cheeks? I’d look up at you and you could look at me and get me all messy. Then you'd kiss me and rub your cum into my skin and—”
“Denny, I’m going to fuck you through our bed when I’m with you next.
” I grate out the words. “You’re going to be begging for me to stop because you’ll be so overstimulated.
Only when you’re as desperate for me as I am for you right now—” I pause.
My hips lurch. I squeeze down on my shaft then tunnel my cock through the fist I’ve made so that I’m fucking it.
“That’s it, Zach,” she urges as cum spurts and coats my hand. “Keep on. I want to see you shake for me, baby.”
I do what she asks because it feels crazy good when I’m oversensitive. Using my ejaculate as lube, I don’t stop until my hips are bucking, and even then, I shudder through the aftermath of that intense orgasm.
When I give the screen a side-eye, I see her rub her clit and toy with a nipple. No way can I look head-on. I can only be aware of her in my periphery or I’ll come again.
That happened yesterday.
Fuck my life.
This woman brings me to my goddamn knees.
“I love watching you like this, babe. I love watching you come for me. I love how you’re so hard for me and how you want to be in my pussy so damn bad and… I just… I-I…”
My ears prick, hoping she’ll finally say the words, but she doesn’t.
I can feel my hard-on start to fade, but she spreads her legs which, of course, distracts me into looking straight at her.
She knows too. That devious smirk graces her beautiful lips as she tilts one of her tits so that she’s sucking on her own nipple, and I’m done for.
I let go. Again. And finally stop feeling like I’m about to die of a heart attack.
Panting, I slit my eyes. “Go on, D. It’s your turn. Show me how wet you are.”
The shift in dynamic always fucks with my head.
She goes from being bossy and cocky to shy. She offers me her fingers, and I see the gleaming slick coating them.
“Taste them for me.”
She lifts them to her mouth and sucks on each one.
“How do you taste?”
“Like I need you.”
“Fuck. I just bet you do. You got used to orgasms on tap, didn’t you? Do you miss that?”
Whimpering, she nods.
“Words, baby.”
“I do. I miss you so much.” She spreads her legs a touch wider and circles her slit. “I need you, Zach.”
“Just like I need you. Where’s my gift?” Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “Get it out.”
She retrieves the bullet vibrator. I know she has one here, even scoped out the model, but because she was sure airport security would find it in her stuff, she refused to take it along.
I rectified that once I realized she was going to go without outside help for the duration.
Screw that.
Her running it over her folds has me licking my lips in anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you while you use that one day, baby. Maybe when I’m back in Madrid so I can think about the weeks we’ve been apart and how jealous I am of that toy.”
She sinks deeper into the pillows with a moan.
“I’m going to roll you onto your knees so I can get as much of my cock in you as possible.” That earns me a mewl. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know where I end and you begin.
"You’ll have two jobs. One is to keep me inside you, to never let me go, and the second is to hold that to your clit and come as many times as possible.”
“Oh, fuck, Zach. I want that so much.”
“You can have it.” Because even edging doesn’t mess with my refractory period, of course, my dick is back at full staff. “All of it. Look at me, Denny. All of this is for you. Every inch. It wants in you so bad, you’ve no idea.”
She rolls her hips, rocking into the vibe with a hiss. I recognize the signs and know she’s approaching her climax.
“I can’t wait until I get to come in you. Until I can make you sit on my face so I can devour you. You’re going to be so sore from so many orgasms, baby—”
“Zach!” she cries, but my name’s broken. Torn in two. Split. Because fuck, I hear her need and know that it’s good. All release is. But it’s not the same.
“I know, gorgeous,” I rumble, slowing down the pumping of my fist. “We’ll be back together soo—”
“Zach?!”
“Pecan, fuck off,” I snap, head whipping around to glower at him as I partially close my screen. “How many times do I have to tell you? Between five and seven is Denny time on Tuesdays!”
His shoulders drop. “Sorry, man. I forgot.”
“Hey, Peeks,” Denny greets, but her voice is breathy and that Pecan got to hear it makes me want to strangle him.
I glower even though he turned his back to the door—like I’m the modest one here. “What do you want?”
“Callan brought pizza.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I told him. Not. Tonight.”
“He’s celebrating.”
“What’s he celebrating? He never told me he was celebrating anything,” Denny grouses.
“I dunno. His dad went to jail or something.”
“And he’s happy about that?!”
“Apparently. Anyway, pizza!”
“Take me with you, Zach,” she orders.
“Am I allowed to get dressed first?”
“Okay, but quickly! I need deets. How’s ‘Operation Lex Callan’ coming along?”