Chapter 18
Wolf and Kash had been become unbearable ever since they found out I was no longer a virgin.
“You walk different and shit,” Wolf said, tossing back a shot. “Like your hip joints finally unlocked.”
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“And your skin clearer,” Kash added, leaning back in the VIP couch, blunt between his fingers. “Little nigga got post-nut glow.”
We were in the VIP upstairs at Aria—one of the clubs I quietly owned through a shell company. Dark, neon glow, bass shaking the floor, bottles on the table, smoke curling through the air. A regular Thursday night in HighVille for most people.
A rare one for me.
Kash had begged Angel to let him out the house for this.
“Y’all done yet?” I asked, adjusting the chain at my neck.
“Absolutely not,” Wolf said. “We didn’t get proper celebration time last week. You left early to go be in love.”
Kash grinned. “We toasting to you finally getting some and making a baby first try. Efficiency I can respect.”
“Wild you talking about anybody else’s pull-out,” I said.
He shrugged. “I don’t pull out. I like making my wife a Twinkie.”
“Please stop talking,” I muttered.
They laughed, loud enough to blend into the music.
I took a slow drag from the blunt, let the smoke sit in my chest, then exhaled. The liquor I’d had was hitting just enough to warm me up, not enough to make me sloppy.
Somewhere between songs, my mind drifted.
I pulled my phone out, thumb moving on autopilot. Wolf clocked it instantly.
“Who you texting?” he asked, leaning nosy.
I locked the screen. “Work.”
He snorted. “That ain’t work, that’s wifey.”
“Get out my business,” I said, standing. “I need to grab something from the office.”
“Condoms?” Kash called after me.
“Discipline,” I replied, walking off.
The back staircase to the owner’s office was quiet, insulated from the bass downstairs. I keyed in and shut the door behind me, grateful for the soundproofing.
The office smelled like leather and electronics. One wall was a screen array, currently black. My laptop sat open on the desk from earlier.
I should’ve left it alone but I didn’t.
A few taps and Czar Tech’s admin console filled the screen. Client list. System statuses. My fingers went straight to the one that mattered.
STUDIO 7: SECURE.
SEVYN RESIDENCE: SECURE.
I clicked her house feed before I could talk myself out of it.
The living room camera came up first. Dark, TV off. A nightlight glowing faint blue in the hallway.
I switched to the bedroom feed.
Sevyn lay on her side on the bed, one leg slightly bent, the other stretched out. White muscle shirt, no bra, nipples obvious against the thin fabric. Simple black panties. Curls spilled over her pillow.
Small bump.
It had only really popped in the last few days, just enough to round her lower stomach, to make my chest squeeze every time I saw it.
She was scrolling her phone, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I should’ve logged off.
Instead, I just… watched.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
SEV:
I know you watching the camera feed.
I huffed a quiet laugh despite myself.
You assuming.
Three dots.
You forget who you dating?
You check my cameras like other folks check weather apps.
She wasn’t wrong.
I switched the mic on from the console, the little red icon lighting at the bottom of the bedroom feed.
Her head turned slightly toward the corner where the camera sat.
“I just wanted to check on you,” I said, my voice leaving the office and filling her room through the recessed speaker I’d installed months ago.
She smiled, small. “Go have fun, Batman. I’m good.”
On screen, her hand drifted absently over the curve of her stomach.
“Hard to have fun when you look like that,” I said before I could stop myself.
Her brows lifted. “Like what?”
“Pretty,” slipped out, unfiltered.
I watched her nipples tighten visibly under the shirt.
My dick twitched at the sight.
“Stop,” she murmured, even as a little smile tugged at her mouth. “You gon’ make me miss you more.”
“I already miss you,” I admitted.
She shifted onto her back, tank riding up enough to expose a slice of bare skin over her bump.
“How long you gon’ be out?” she asked, eyes soft.
“About another hour or so,” I said, glancing at the clock in the corner of my monitor. “If that.”
She pouted, bottom lip pushed out. “That’s too long.”
Her thighs pressed together.
“I need you now,” she added, voice lower.
My grip on the edge of the desk tightened.
The club noise was a distant thump behind the office door.
“Sev,” I said, swallowing. “Do you trust me?”
She didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes,” she said. “You know I do.”
I exhaled once, slow.
“We’re gonna try something different tonight,” I said. “If you want to.”
Her eyes flicked toward the camera, pupils a little wider.
“Different how?” she asked.
“I’ve never done this,” I admitted. “But I know you like cuming for me and I’m not there yet.”
A small shiver went through her.
“I do,” she said softly.
The way she said it made my dick twitch again against my zipper.
“So,” I continued, keeping my voice as even as I could, “let me help anyway.”
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
“Get on the bed,” I said quietly. “Lay toward the camera.”
She set her phone aside, moved up the mattress, then settled on her back fully, head on the pillow, body lined up with the lens.
The muscle shirt rode higher now, exposing more of the gentle curve of her belly. Her legs were slightly apart and there was a faint dark patch at the center of her panties.
No matter how many times I saw her like this, the fact that it was my hands, my mouth, my words that made her body react that way still humbled the shit out of me.
I leaned closer to the screen like I could close the distance.
“Pull your shirt up a little,” I said.
She obeyed, fingers slipping under the hem, lifting it until the bottom edge rested just under her breasts. The swell of them, heavier now, made my throat go dry.
Another breath.
“Move your panties to the side,” I told her, voice dropping.
Her hand slid down and and tugged them to the side.
From my angle, the camera caught everything. The soft curve of her lower stomach. The thin strip of hair she hadn’t bothered to wax. The glistening pink between her thighs when she pulled the fabric to the side.
“Fuck,” I breathed before I could catch it.
She smiled, slow, like she’d been waiting on that reaction. “You see it?”
“I see you,” I corrected. “All of you.”
She shivered.
The light in her room was low, just the little lamp on her dresser, but it was enough. Enough to see the way her lips were already wet, the way her entrance pulsed faintly.
“Touch yourself,” I said quietly. “The way you do when I’m there.”
Her hand moved without hesitation, like we did this every night.
Two fingers sliding in a slow line from her opening up to her clit, smearing wetness. Her lips parted on a soft exhale the second she brushed the spot.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Right there.”
She circled it lazily, hips twitching.
“Eyes on the camera,” I added. “Let me see you.”
Her gaze dragged up, met the lens.
Met me.
Our setup blurred the fact that I was in a dark office over a noisy club, and she was alone in her bed. In that moment it felt like we were inches apart.
“Imagine it’s me,” I said. “My hands and mouth.”
Her breaths shortened.
“I wish it was,” she whispered.
“Open your legs a little more,” I said. “Let me see all that.”
She complied, thighs falling wider The wetness had spread, a darker smear on the cotton.
My dick pressed painful against my zipper.
“Middle finger and ring finger,” I said, dropping into the same cadence I used the first night I’d asked her to teach me. “Slide them in slow.”
She did.
The camera caught the way she stretched around her own fingers, the way more wetness coated them instantly.
Her back arched off the mattress a fraction.
“Good?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “So good.”
“Curl them up,” I instructed. “You know how just like you showed me.”
She did, gasping when she hit the spot.
“There you go,” I said, voice calm. “You doing so good for me, Sev.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Kasen…”
“Thumb on your clit,” I said. “Gentle at first. Then how you like it.”
She followed every word.
Thumb pressing slow circles, fingers moving in that familiar curve that I’d memorized with my own hand.
Watching her, in control but still letting me lead, did something dangerous to my head.
“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet as fuck. Over a camera.”
“I miss you,” she said, bluntly. “I miss your smell, your dick. The way you sound when you about to—” Her breath stuttered as she hit a particularly good stroke. “Fuck.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
“I’m right here,” I said. “You got me.”
Her eyes glossed, lips parted.
“Talk to me,” she whispered. “You know I like when you talk.”
I hesitated a half-second, it still felt new, letting that part of me out but the way she was looking at me tipped the scale.
“That my pussy,” I said quietly.
Her whole body jerked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“All that,” I continued, watching the way her slick coated her fingers, how it shined on her skin. “All that wetness? That’s mine. I did that. I still do that.”
She whimpered, hips rolling harder into her hand.
“Even when I’m not there,” I said. “You touch yourself thinking about me. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”
Pride surged through my chest, hot and sharp.
“Hand off your clit for a second,” I said.
She pulled it away, breathing heavily.
“Rub your thumb around your nipples through the shirt,” I told her. “Nice and slow.”
Her free hand slid up, catching the tight peak through thin cotton.
The second she squeezed, her back arched.
“I know you,” I said softly. “I know what that do to you. You sensitive there now. Ever since you got pregnant.”
Her thighs trembled.
“What if I had you in my lap right now?” I asked, the words coming easier now. “T-shirt up, your back against my chest, my hands on these pretty titties. Thumb on your nipple, fingers inside you, my mouth in your ear telling you not to run.”
She let out a sound that went straight to my spine.
“Kase—”
“Put your hand back on your clit,” I said, firmer.
She obeyed, thumb finding that same rhythm as before, fingers still working inside.
The wet sounds came through even on the cheap office speakers.
I swallowed hard.
“You feel that?” I asked. “How easy your fingers moving?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“That’s how you feel around me,” I said. “Every time. You know that?”
She moaned, eyes fluttering.
“And this little bump,” I added, voice softer, “that’s ours son. Right there while you touching yourself for me.”
Her hips stuttered, whole body jolting.
“Oh my God,” she choked. “Don’t—say it like that.”
“Like what?” I asked. “Like you a mom and still nasty for me? Like you laying there with my baby and my pussy, and I’m the only one that get to see you like this?”
Her free hand clenched in the sheets.
“I’m—fuck—I’m close,” she gasped.
“I know,” I said. “Don’t run from it. I want to see you cum.”
Her thumb sped up, circles tighter. Fingers curling hard against that spot.
“Breathe, Sev,” I coached. “In…out…just like that. Let it happen.”
Her whole body went rigid.
Then broke.
Her mouth fell open on a strangled moan, hips grinding up into her own hand, thighs shaking hard enough to blur the camera for a second. Her fingers didn’t stop; they rode it out, drawing the orgasm all the way through like I’d taught her, like she’d taught me.
She kept saying my name, over and over, softer each time as the tremors finally eased.
When her hand slipped away, her panties were soaked. Her chest heaved. The tank top had ridden even higher, almost to the bottom of her breasts.
I realized I’d been holding my breath.
I let it out slowly.
“Good girl,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”
She laughed weakly, eyes closed, a lazy smile curving her lips. “You…are a menace,” she breathed. “Using my own techniques on me.”
“You like it,” I said.
“I love it,” she admitted, opening her eyes to look at the camera again. “How fast can you get here?”
I checked the time in the corner of the screen. Wolf and Kash had probably already noticed I was gone too long.
“Thirty minutes if I run every light,” I said.
“Then go,” she said, still breathless. “I’ll be here. With no panties on. Thinking about what you just said.”
My dick twitched again.
“I’ll be there,” I said. “Lock the door.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, teasing.
I cut the audio feed, closed the laptop, and stood up, every nerve ending lit.
For once, the club downstairs felt like it was in the way, not an escape.
I texted the group chat:
Emergency.
Gotta go.
WOLF:
this nigga about to risk a ticket for coochie
KASH:
as he should
I grabbed my jacket, nodded at my security on the way down, and headed out into the night with one clear thought pulsing under my skin: I’d never been the type to rush for anything that wasn’t life or death.
Until Sevyn.