39. Oz
OZ
I watch yet another video on my phone of a teenager skating. Her back wheel gets caught on the rail and she falls off, slamming onto the concrete. The person filming laughs and zooms in but the girl holds up her hand. “Dude, lay off. I don’t want my ass all over the internet.”
I drag my finger across the screen, trying not to feel like a pervert spying on kids. I scan the background of the video and spot the guy the police picked up at the gas station earlier, but just like the other dozen videos I’ve watched, there’s no sign of Zach.
To be honest, there are so many posts from the skatepark today that I’m seriously surprised Zach managed to avoid being caught on film. I thought it was easy for me to spy on people’s lives before, then social media snowballed and the amount of information I can access now makes me kind of sick.
Movement on the screen of my tablet has me shifting my gaze and I groan as Freya walks into her bedroom in nothing but a towel. I don’t know whether she’s figured out yet that we have cameras in her room, but the woman’s been teasing me all evening.
I give up on looking for Zach. I’ve watched every video from the skatepark twice over.
I’m not going to find anything new, and I realize it’s not too late to make this evening special for Freya.
It’s still her birthday for another hour, after all.
Eli and River are stuck down at the police station and Jude is getting some much needed rest but seeing Freya in nothing but a towel has given me ideas.
The irony of me feeling guilty for watching videos of people skating while at the same time I’m quite literally spying on Freya doesn’t escape me.
Maybe I should feel bad about it but I know I’d only ever cross this line when it comes to Freya.
She’s ours, so I get to watch her. And the thrill of it makes my cock harden.
I used to love hacking, used to get a buzz every time I accessed something I wasn’t supposed to. Watching Freya sway across her room, the towel teasing her thighs and her shoulders bare, reminds me why I fell in love with technology in the first place.
I open Freya’s contact on my phone and send her a message.
Oz: Drop the towel.
I watch on the screen as Freya picks up her phone off the bedside table and reads the message. She spins around, her gaze tracing the corners of the room. She won’t be able to see the camera but either luck or instinct has her staring right at me.
She walks to the middle of the room and ever so slowly lets the towel fall.
A shudder runs through me and I press the heel of my hand against my dick before gripping myself under my pants.
Oz: On the bed. Spread your legs for me, Mo Leannan.
Freya’s gaze dips to her phone. She bites her lower lip and peers up at the camera. Then the temptress crawls across the bed, giving me a perfect view of her ass before rolling onto her back.
She spreads her knees wide, and I groan again. I desperately want to be there, to see how she glistens up close, but I’m not quite done watching her.
Oz: Hold yourself open. Let me see that pussy of mine.
Freya’s eyes widen as she reads my message but she puts the phone down and lowers her fingers to her cunt.
I can see her arousal through the screen, her puffy pink lips, the damp curls.
She’s going to need her hands for what I have planned so I press call.
Freya answers quickly then puts her hand back in position.
“Such a good girl for me,” I hum.
“Cameras, Oz, really?” she scolds, but her voice is breathy, her chest rising in anticipation.
“You’re mine, Freya. If I want to watch you, I will.”
“Are you hard?” she asks.
I chuckle softly as I stroke my dick. “Like a rock. Now play with yourself for me. I want to watch you come.”
Freya moans. She moves two fingers to her clit, rolling them in circles till her back is arched with pleasure.
“Faster,” I order.
Her hand crumples the bed sheets. Her lips part. “Oz…”
“Do you need me Freya? Do you need me to lean over and suck your sweet tit into my mouth? To sink my fingers inside your hot cunt.”
“Not your fingers,” she breathes. “Your cock.”
I laugh. “Such a greedy little girl, wanting to be fucked. Used. Should I ease my thick cock inside that pussy of mine? Or maybe I should take your ass. Stretch you wide until you’re gaping for me, my cum dripping out of your hole.”
Freya’s eyes roll back in her head and I have to squeeze my cock hard to keep from coming.
“Please, Oz. I need you.”
“Not until you’ve come for me, Mo Leannan.”
Her fingers move faster, her free hand coming up to twist and pinch at her nipple.
I stare at her in awe. “Look at you, my own personal slut. Touching yourself while I watch. I think I might have to record this you know, so I can watch you being such a good little whore for me over and over.”
“Oz,” she groans. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Mo Leannan. Now.”
Her eyes flick open, her fingers going still as her back bows. She stays suspended for one moment before collapsing onto the bed.
“Fuck, Freya. You’re so fucking beautiful.” I shove my tablet to one side and stride across the hall to Freya’s room.
The sweet and musky scent of her arousal is thick in the air and I breathe it in like it’s a fine wine.
She looks over at me. “Oz, I need you.”
“I’m here, Mo Leannan. I’m here.” I go to her, brushing her hair off of her face.
She parts her legs and I drag my fingers through her folds. I groan at the wetness I find there. “Such a good girl, getting yourself all ready for me.”
I shove down my pants and line myself up. She’s so wet I slide all the way in with my first thrust, sinking deep inside her. We breathe out at the same time and I press my forehead to hers. My lips find Freya’s and I kiss her till she’s all I can taste.
She hooks her legs behind my thighs and pulls me closer, her breasts smashing against my bare chest.
“So needy,” I murmur against her lips, but then I’m fucking her, pumping in and out.
The sounds of us fucking, of our heavy breaths and Freya’s sweet whimpers, fill the room.
I imagine how we must look on the cameras, entangled and sweaty.
Locked together. The thought is enough to send me over the edge and I pump Freya full, filling her back up with my fingers when my cum seeps out.
I paint her clit with my release and roll my thumb in circles until Freya’s coming too, her hands twisted in my hair.
“Happy birthday, my love,” I whisper in her ear.