18 investigating the closet #2
It’s obvious that I’m teasing him, but for a second, I worry he’ll take it the wrong way. Of course, he doesn’t, and instead he lets out a deep chuckle that fucking does things to my insides and leans back against his couch.
“I think you’re the pervy one in this conversation. Calling me up with no warning so you can get off. But we both know you’re a dirty boy at heart, don’t we?”
I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip again until it starts to hurt. My hand slows where I’m stroking myself, and after a moment of hesitation, I let go and reach for the remote instead.
“Yes,” I answer, and my voice comes out way more breathy than I meant to.
“Mmm,” he nods, his eyes dark and hooded as he stares into the screen like he can see me through it if he just tries enough. “And what is my dirty boy doing right now?”
Fuck me, his dirty talk is simple, but it never fails to get me going. I’ve given up fighting it. I’m lust-drunk, and I can feel my normal hesitation withering away.
“Trying out those toys I got at the store.”
I’m speaking quietly, trying to keep myself under control, but my voice still breaks a little.
I’m tingling everywhere, and I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips a little, focusing on the sensation of being stretched.
I can feel how wet I am, and the toy is shifting easily inside me with all the lubrication.
Fuck it. I turn it on.
The choking sound I make is definitely audible. Gray is locked in, though, and the only change in his expression is a miniscule raise of an eyebrow and the way his lips part a fraction.
The buzzing sound it makes is quiet, but he can probably still hear that as well.
Again: fuck it. I let myself go and start to pant as the vibrations make my toes curl and my body clench in an incredible way.
I turn up the intensity a little.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks me in a quiet but lethal voice.
“Yes,” I pant. “You. You too.”
“Me too what?”
“You should do it too.”
His smile widens.
“But I don’t have any toys,” he drawls.
I almost throw my phone. Instead, I make an indignant sound that he definitely hears, then rearrange myself so the phone is propped up in front of my face and I’m able to lie face-down on the bed, only twisting at the neck to keep watching Gray.
Yeah, this is it.
Without meaning to, my ass raises in the air as I push my face into the pillow. It seems like I keep finding myself in this position, whether I want to or not, and I’m starting to let myself embrace it.
I turn up the intensity on the vibration and moan, letting Gray know what he’s missing.
“Fine, don’t get your dick out. I have all the help I need.”
Gray’s laughter falls down on me like a warm rain, and he starts unbuttoning his pants.
“If you insist, sweetness,” he purrs, and the affection in his tone is so obvious it almost hurts.
I ignore it. There are other things to focus on right now.
My hips are working up and down, as if the thing is fucking me, and my body is starting to feel possessed by the pleasure. I’m not even worried about Alyssa overhearing me at this point. I don’t care who fucking hears me; I just care about how right this finally feels.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan when Gray finally shows me his cock. It’s already hard and just as beautiful as I remember. “Please. Stroke.”
“As you wish,” he murmurs, and starts jacking himself at a leisurely pace.
There’s some shuffling as he positions the phone so he has both hands free, and when he leans back, I’m rewarded with the sight of almost all of him, relaxed but clearly aroused, one hand on his cock and the other cupping those giant balls I want to get my mouth on.
“Yes!” I gasp, grinding my hard dick into the mattress and pretending I had his weight on top of me.
I turn the vibration up again. My muscles start to twitch, and I’m leaking so much slick I can feel it running down the inside of my thighs.
“Faster,” I tell him, and he immediately picks up the speed of his strokes, moaning a little at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, because I don’t have any other words. No one has ever looked at something sexier than what I’m looking at right now. I’m convinced.
Frustrated with my position I get up, rearranging again so I’m on my hands and knees, ass in the air, phone right in front of me, watching Gray work himself over because I asked him to.
“Tell me what you would do to me if you could,” I tell him, nearly breathless.
My hips grind against the air, now, and I turn the vibration up to the highest setting.
“Oh, sweetness,” Gray says. “I’d do anything you want me to.”
“Yeah?” I pant, still humping the air.
“I’d pin you down, wrap you up in my arms. I want to fuck myself inside you so deep that you scream and beg for more, so deep that if I put a hand over your stomach, I’d feel myself every time I thrust. I’d knot you tight, tie us together,
and then fill you up with every drop of seed I have until you’re swollen-full and everyone can smell it on you for a hundred miles.”
He gasps, his hand tightening, and I can tell he’s getting close. So am I, but something’s missing.
“More,” I gasp, and he obliges.
“I’d mark you. Bite you. Knot you for hours and then fuck you again until you forgot there was a world outside. You’re mine, sweetness. I’d do anything you want. Anything to be inside you.”
He lets out a hoarse cry and comes suddenly, white spurting from the tip of his cock as his other hand starts working his popped knot.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, so close to the edge.
Without thinking about it, I pull out the vibrator and throw it somewhere, grab the giant knot, and start to shove it inside myself.
It’s huge, but I’m so wet and swollen with arousal, it doesn’t take long before I shove it in.
I shout as well, although less masculine and more of a helpless yelp, before coming all over my sheets as I clench around the fake knot.
“Gray, Gray, Gray, Alpha…” I moan on repeat as my orgasm drags itself through my body until I’m shuddering, face down on the bed again.
I’m not sure how much time passes. I gingerly remove the knot once the discomfort starts to set in.
“Are you okay, sweetness?” Gray asks, his voice dripping with a kind of tenderness I can’t look directly at.
“Mm,” I say, then wipe my face and try again.
I’m about to say fuck it and turn my camera on, because I want to see him face to face, when a knock on my bedroom door sends a burst of adrenaline through me.
“Uh, I’m sorry to interrupt,” Alyssa says, hesitant in a way I’ve never heard her before. “But there’s someone here to see you.”
All the blood drains from my face.
“I gotta go,” I whisper to Gray, turning off the phone.
It can’t be. There’s no way my dad found me. There’s no way he’s here right now. Even my luck isn’t that shitty.
“Tanner, get your ass out here right goddamn now, so I can see you’re alive for myself,” a commanding alpha voice bellows through the house.
Not Dad’s voice, though.
“Atlas?”