Chapter 12 Self-Gratification #2
I’ve watched others masturbate in my house before, but I’ve never done it alongside them…
actually I haven’t masturbated since before I died.
There was no point before Trissa—I could never feel anything.
I blow a breath out slowly and run my fingers down the length of my cock, relishing the fact that I can feel it, and that it sends a small thrill through me.
When I glance back up at Trissa she has the toy hovering just above her clit.
I tilt my head and squint, trying to figure out what it’s supposed to be.
Is that—a laugh bubbles up in my throat but I quickly swallow it down.
It’s an opalescent silicone tentacle with a silver bullet at the base.
I’ve never seen anything like it and I’m equal parts fascinated and shocked.
I guess she really wasn’t kidding about the tentacles.
The heat that sparks at the thought of using all my practice with the goo to fulfil some of her wildest fantasies fizzles out quickly with the memory that she doesn’t want me.
I shake my head and grab my cock, jerking it with a bit more force than is necessary or comfortable.
Trissa presses the bullet against her swollen clit and lets out a breathy moan that immediately banishes my wretched thoughts.
Her left hand glides over to her breast and she cups it the best she can over the scant fabric as she squeezes and kneads her supple flesh. My mouth runs dry as I watch Trissa roll her hips against the toy, sucking in a breath that sounds like a hiss.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking good,” she whispers roughly. My eyes roll back into my head and flutter as her words course through my veins like electricity. I run my fist from base to tip, stopping to circle the crown and collect my beaded pre-cum before stroking back down my throbbing shaft.
Trissa lets out a throaty moan and I bite down on my lip, watching her beautiful cunt start to glisten with moisture.
I want to float over there and lap it up.
I want to paint her with my cum and coat my cock in her juices.
Fuck. I jerk myself faster, matching the rhythm of Trissa's cries. That’s right, love. Sing for me.
Trissa lets out a little whine before she says, “I need your cock. I need to feel you thrusting and throbbing inside of me,” as she says this, she moves the dildo down and notches it at her entrance quickly before sinking it into her greedy little cunt in one swift motion.
I fight back a groan and bite down harder on my lip.
If I could bleed, I’m sure my mouth would be full with the tang of blood.
Cum is leaking from my engorged cock, but I don’t want to finish without her.
She thrusts the tentacle in and out of her sweet, weeping cunt and I can feel myself shaking with the effort not to come.
I force myself to match her pace, unwilling to miss out on the thrill of this real time simulation, even though my pleasure is bordering on pain now.
My delayed climax is an intensifying ache that threatens to overwhelm me.
She hums and licks her lips, “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby!” She pants and her brow furrows as her movements get uneven. I can feel my balls drawing up, tightening in preparation to grant me the release I’m so desperately chasing.
“Oh! Ah, C-C,” a tremor wracks my body as I anticipate my name on her lips as she falls apart. “C-Casper, oh gods—yes!”
“Trissa!” Ding.
Wait—what? I try to squeeze my cock to stop my orgasm, but it’s too late.
My eyes are squeezed shut against the bitterness of hearing a name that is not my own.
Spots explode behind my eyelids and ropes of cum shoot out onto my stomach only to quickly disappear as my brain struggles to comprehend what just happened.
I peel open my eyes and stare at Trissa, dumbfounded and unsure of what to do or say.
I know I didn’t manifest physically… if she didn’t see me why did she call out Casper instead of Cian?
Embarrassment sends a flush up my neck and I rub my chest against the ache that’s settled there.
Did—did I just get rejected twice? My heart hammers against my chest as I weigh my options…
my mouth is moving before I can even really consider what I’m saying.
Cian: Did my name taste as sweet on your lips as yours did on mine?
Trissa is up and walking into the bathroom with her toy.
When her phone chimes she sets the dildo in the sink and rushes over to the phone with a satisfied smirk on her face.
I quickly tuck my cock away, thankful that the mess just disappears when I’m incorporeal and float over within view of her screen.
Trissa: The sweetest.
I bristle at the lie and gape at her. What the fuck, Trissa?
I frown and work my jaw, trying to understand why she would be lying about something like this.
Is she purposefully leading ‘both’ of us on and stringing us along?
Does she actually like me as either person?
I’m too handsy as Casper, but good enough to masturbate to…
and good enough to initiate phone sex (of a sort) with, but not good enough to fantasize about as Cian?
I try to swallow against the lump in my throat, careful not to accidentally gag.
This is a bloody nightmare… and I’ve made myself the star of the shit-show.