CHAPTER 15 – TRIPLE TEAMED AND A SPECIAL MEATBALL #3
We lie there, bodies tangled, the sweat cooling on our skin, and I’ve never felt so happy before. This is my man, and he doesn’t judge me for my filthy desires. Instead, Jack embraces and acknowledges my wants and needs, making me the luckiest girl on earth.
After, there’s only a hush. A beautiful, sticky, sweet hush.
I curl into Jack’s shoulder, sated and content, even as my body pulses slightly with aftershocks.
He rubs lazy circles on my hip, his breath slow, like a man who’s just landed after a long, rough mission.
There’s nothing I want more than to just lie here, in his arms, basking in the dense, honeyed calm.
But Jack, who is never satisfied with just one kind of satisfaction, breaks the silence.
“You know that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice raw.
I smile, eyes still closed. “You mean the part where I took three toys in myself? Where I did double anal? Or the part where you made me come so hard I forgot my own name?”
“All of it,” he rasps, and there’s a weird tension in his tone. Not anxiety, but maybe anticipation?
I squint at him. “What are you thinking, big boy?”
He hesitates, just long enough to make my stomach clench. Then he turns to his nightstand, grabs his phone, and swipes at the screen. “You trust me, right?”
“Is this a trick question?” I say, trying to keep it light. “Because if you just asked me to sign up for the Air Force, my answer is a hard pass.”
He laughs, then holds up the phone. “No, but I want to show you something, sweetheart.”
Jack taps the screen, and my heartrate ratchets as I see the last hour of our life, bright and glossy and deeply, obscenely real, playing back on video.
The angle is perfect: his phone propped on the bookshelf, the lens catching every shiver, every gasp, every look on my face as I fuck myself open for him.
I see all three dildos disappearing into my orifices, and the pure pleasure on my face as I’m impossibly stretched.
I see how my cheeks bulge, my big breasts dangling, and then the grand finale where I’m fucked to within an inch of my life.
“Oh my god, you filmed it?” I gasp. “But why?”
Jack nods, watching me carefully. “I thought about asking. But I wanted to try things out before I commit.”
I process that, then nod, realization dawning. “So you want to put it online? You mean, you’re joining BunnySnowGirl’s channel?”
Jack shakes his head, then bites his lip. “No. Or yes, if you want. But mostly, yes.”
A beat.
“I’m confused. Was that a no or a yes?”
He rolls over, his expression serious, but also alive. “I want in, Eliza. On the camming. I liked what we did, and I love being uninhibited with you. I want to see what it’s like, to be seen with you. I want to be part of it, if you’ll still have me.”
I stare at him, thunderstruck.
“You’re serious?” I say.
He nods. “Yes. You’re gorgeous, baby, when you’re in charge, and I was just unsure about myself and how I felt about being recorded. But now, I can see that it’s fine, and I want to be there for you. With you. Not just as your audience, but as your co-star.”
The logic is sound, and the idea alone makes my pussy throb. I imagine the two of us, together, breaking every rule I ever set for myself, then filming it, sending it out into the ether. For a second, I’m scared, but then excitement fills my chest.
“You know people will lose their shit, right?” I say in a low tone. “That’s a huge fantasy for like half of my customers online. They want to see me handling a live dick, and yours is massive.”
Jack’s eyes gleam. “All the better. Let’s give them something to talk about.”
I laugh, wild and real, the kind of laugh that usually makes people stare. But Jack just grins, then reaches for the lube, and the next thing I know, he’s hard again, pinning me to the bed with a weight that’s both safe and thrilling.
This time, he’s in charge. He flips me onto my stomach, his hand flat on my lower back, the other curling around my hair. He’s not rough, but he’s in command, and I melt for it.
He slides into my sweltering cunt, slower than before, and every inch is an electric ache.
He talks to me, voice low, almost a growl, narrating what he’s doing, what he wants.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says. “You know how many men wish they could be here with you like this? But I’m the lucky man. ”
He reaches for the phone, holds it in his left hand, aiming it down my back so the camera can see the way he’s splitting me open.
It should feel like a stunt, but it doesn’t.
It feels like a revelation, and I even reach my hands in back to pull my butt cheeks apart, showing off exactly where he penetrates me.
“Smile for the camera, sweetheart,” he growls.
I turn my head a bit, blonde hair wild in my eyes, and give the lens a look that’s half coquettish, half seductive. I’m not acting. I’m alive, in every nerve ending, in every cell.
“Come get it, big boy,” I coo. “Slam my pussy with that big dick. You know I love it, and my pussy feels soooo good like this.”
Jack groans and fucks me, deep and measured, then harder. He uses his hand to spank me, once, and I yelp, but it only makes me hotter. He pushes my face down into the pillow, then lifts me up by the hair, turning my head so the camera can see my open mouth, my gasps.
He comes with a sound that’s almost a roar, then slumps over me, dropping the phone to the sheets.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
“Mmmm,” I moan blissfully, completely sated in the arms of this man. “Ohhhh.”
After a minute, he rolls me over, kisses me, and says, “We’re going to break the fucking internet, you know that? With these new gonzo shots.”
I kiss him back, already imagining the comments, the tips, the endless, greedy flood of viewers. But I don’t care about them, not really. I care about this: the way he looks at me, the way I look back, the way it’s not a performance anymore. It’s real. It’s us.
We fall asleep, the phone cast aside as our naked bodies tangle, our hearts beating in sync.
By morning, I’m still nude, still sore, still hungry for more.
Jack brings me coffee in bed, sets it on the nightstand, and climbs back under the sheets with me.
“So,” I say, purring like a cat. “You’re really okay with this? Being seen on-line?”
He nods. “With you, I can handle anything. Even infamy.”
I smile, because I believe it.
Maybe this is love. Maybe it’s madness.
But whatever it is, it’s ours.