Chapter 41 #2
“You’re thinking about sucking my cock, aren’t you?” Vincent drawled. His voice was still soft, still lethal.
“Yes,” I breathed, too turned on to play coy.
“Is that what you think about every time you finger fuck yourself, sweetheart? Taking my cock down your throat and choking on it?” His silky tone camouflaged the filthiness of his words.
I shook my head slowly. “I don’t use just my fingers.”
His jaw clenched, a predatory gleam flashing in his eyes. “Show me what else you do.” The silkiness was gone, replaced with a guttural growl.
I licked my lips, my skin buzzing as I scooted toward the edge of the bed and opened my nightstand drawer.
I retrieved my biggest toy—a thick, ridged dildo with a flared base and curved shaft.
I didn’t use it often because it was a little too big, but I was feeling ambitious and more than a little aroused.
When I returned my gaze to the screen, Vincent was strangling his cock so hard I was surprised it didn’t burst.
He didn’t have to tell me what to do. I already knew.
I knelt on all fours, angling my body so he had an unimpeded side view as I slowly pushed the dildo inside me. Despite how wet I was, my muscles involuntarily clenched at its size.
I stopped three quarters of the way in, my body taut, my skin coated with sweat. The pressure was unbearable, and I could feel every nerve come alive with equal parts pleasure and torment.
“Keep going,” Vincent ordered. “I want to see you take every inch of that cock like it’s mine. Like I’m the one making you scream while I stretch that tight little pussy wide open.”
My mind swam from the obscene picture he painted. It was the last push I needed, and I managed to take the remaining inches of the dildo until it hit the most sensitive spot inside me.
I cried out, my back bowing at the sensation.
The edges of my vision darkened, but I had enough sense to pull the toy out so just the tip remained inside me.
I pushed it back in, slowly working my way up to a steady rhythm.
In and out, deeper and harder, fucking myself with long, mind-melting strokes that I imagined were Vincent’s.
“Tell me what else you think about when you’re fucking yourself.”
“I…I think about you finding me like this,” I panted. “You come home early, and you walk in on me playing with myself. I don’t hear you enter, so you grab me and…and…” I hit that sweet spot again, and my brain short-circuited. “Fuck.”
“And what?” Vincent growled. “What do I do to you when I see you taking that cock like a greedy little slut?”
I could barely breathe through my lust-soaked haze. “You grab me and fuck me. Hard. You make me take your cock anywhere you want, and you won’t let me come until I’m begging for it. Begging for you.”
He hissed, the sound low and tortured. “Does that turn you on? The thought of me punishing you for coming around a cock that’s not mine?”
“Yes.” The confession spilled out as a whimper.
“I bet you’d like it if I pushed you to your knees and fucked that sweet little throat until you gagged, wouldn’t you? You’d probably come just from my cock filling you up.”
My replies turned incoherent. I closed my eyes, letting his dirty words and my imagination run wild as I fucked myself eagerly with the toy—except it was no longer a toy.
It was Vincent, here with me in Chicago, his hands in my hair and on my hips.
He pounded me relentlessly, and I could feel every inch of him inside me.
Our ragged breaths synced as we urged each other on, our bodies slick with want, our flesh slapping against each other in perfect unison. It was raw and fierce and primal, and I’d never felt this close to anyone, like I could spend the rest of my life lost in this moment and never tire of it.
A deep, pulsing heat coiled in my belly. Tremors quaked along my limbs. My muscles stiffened, and I was so close, so—
“Stop.”
“No!” I cried. Tears of frustration sprang to my eyes. The dildo was still inside me, but this was my second ruined orgasm of the night. I was shaking, so close to breaking that I could barely remember my own name.
“I said stop, Brooklyn.”
I let my hands drop in defeat. My walls continued to clench, grasping desperately for a release that hovered just out of reach.
“We’re almost there.” Vincent’s voice turned soothing. “Do one more thing for me, and you can come.”
“What is it?” Despite my disappointment, my skin tingled in anticipation of his request.
“Get another dildo from your drawer. Leave the one you have in.”
My face blazed, but I didn’t argue. I crawled over to my nightstand again.
I could only imagine what I must look like, sweaty and messy and so fucking wanton with my pussy stretched around the toy still buried inside me.
I fumbled through the drawer for a second before I selected a slightly smaller dildo.
“Good,” Vincent said when I returned to my earlier spot on the bed. He was still grasping his cock, his eyes so dark they resembled pools of obsidian. “Now suck it. Show me how you’d take my cock if I were there.”
My mouth watered again at his command. I gripped the base and sealed my lips around the tip of the dildo.
I slowly lowered my head, imagining it was Vincent sliding past my tongue.
I gagged halfway, drool leaking down my chin, but I eventually did it.
The tip of my nose touched the mattress as I took the entirety of the toy down my throat.
Triumph sparked in my chest.
“Look at you.” Vincent groaned. “You look so good stuffed with cock, sweetheart.”
His praise washed over me, adding to the heat in my veins. I’d used multiple toys before, but never like this. Never in front of someone else, and never while they were urging me on, telling me how much they wanted me, how fucking beautiful I looked and how desperate they were to touch me.
I kept one hand wrapped around the base while the other reached behind me to steady the toy in my pussy.
I fucked back against it, my mind blanking with each thrust while I continued to suck on the dildo in my mouth.
I was stuffed so full I couldn’t focus on anything except the pressure and sheer, blinding pleasure.
My muscles trembled, my core throbbed, and my lungs burned, but I kept going until I finally, finally heard the magic words.
“Come for me.”
That was all it took.
I exploded, my poor, hypersensitized body coming apart at the seams. The endless edging and dirty talk lit me up and tore me into a thousand pieces.
It was a white-hot detonation that shredded every nerve, driving the air from my lungs and wrenching a cry from deep inside me.
But my screams were muffled by the cock still lodged in my throat, and I lay there, my muscles locking and releasing in helpless spasms as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.
I heard Vincent come with a loud grunt of his own, and I turned my head just in time to see thick, white ropes of cum spill over his fist and onto his stomach. His head was thrown back, his muscles strained, his body trembling as he came completely undone.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My orgasm finally abated enough for me to take out my toys and catch my breath. When we both came down from our highs, we exchanged small smiles, our faces flushed with sated pleasure and quiet intimacy.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice rough but so sincere it melted what was left of my defenses.
My eyes prickled. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” His mouth tipped up. “Next time, we’ll do that in person.”
An ache ripped through me. “Next time” wasn’t soon enough. I needed him right now, right here.
But that wasn’t possible, so I gathered myself together and upped the wattage of my smile. “Only if you promise not to torture me like that again.”
Vincent laughed, the sound huskier than usual. “If I do, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me how?”
He raised an eyebrow. “It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you, would it?”
“Fine,” I said with a genuine grin. “It’s a deal.”
We stayed on for a while longer, completely unselfconscious despite our nakedness. But eventually, we had to say goodbye, and I logged off with a familiar hollow in my chest.
Later that night, after I changed the sheets and showered for a second time, I went to bed alone and closed my eyes, imagining that Vincent was lying right there next to me.
The fantasy wasn’t real, but for now, it was all I had.