Chapter Fifteen #2
He bit his lip, his hand moving faster beneath the covers. “Make sure I can see your whole body, like how I have mine.”
“You don’t want me to set it up between my legs?”
Alastair let out a quiet laugh. “As much as I appreciate that view, I want to see you. All of you, not just that pretty cunt of yours.”
Pretty cunt.
I’d always hated the c-word with a passion—until Alastair, that is.
Such filthy words coming out of the mouth of an absolute gentleman did me in.
“Should I grab a toy?” I asked shyly. If I was going to get off without him here, a toy and lube were an absolute necessity.
His smile widened. “Please do. I love playing with toys.”
Yep. It was official. I’d won the boyfriend jackpot.
Don had always looked down on using toys, thinking he was a superior lover, but I knew better. His fragile male ego was worried I’d prefer them over him.
Alistair didn’t have those insecurities.
“Give me a second.” Wrapping my arm around my chest to contain my breasts, I darted out of view and over to my nightstand. Without the proper support, those things were weapons.
Pulling open the second drawer, I perused my collection of dildos, vibrators, and water-based lubes.
Old faithful—a classic neon-pink rabbit vibrator—was the first to catch my attention.
Even though I’d collected some interesting toys since Don’s passing, I decided to pick something a little tamer for Alistair.
I grabbed the vibrator and a bottle of lube, then climbed onto the bed. Lying on my side, I mirrored how Alistair was sprawled out in front of the camera, adjusting my tablet so my entire body was in view.
Alistair looked at the vibrator and wiggled his eyebrows. “Neon pink. I like it. Can you spread your legs for me a little bit?” he asked.
I nodded and bent my knees, then brought one leg up to give him a better view of my pussy. Spreading myself open like that would have been impossible a couple months ago, but yoga had already improved my flexibility so much.
“Yeah, just like that,” Alistair said under his breath. “Lube up your fingers and slip them between your legs. Play with yourself for me. Get your pussy warmed up for your toy.”
Snapping open the bottle of lube, I coated my fingers with a generous drop. I ran them along my center, ensuring I was nice and lubricated.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes locked on me and his hand moving furiously beneath the sheet.
“When do I get to see you?” I slipped my fingers inside my pussy, a little gasp slipping past my lips.
He chuckled and pulled the sheet away, revealing the thick length of his cock. A shiny bead of precum gathered along the tip, and with a stroke of his hand, he spread it down his shaft.
I was reminded of the way he tasted, the way he filled my mouth and later my pussy with his cum.
Lots and lots of cum.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
It was like he knew…
“I was thinking about how you taste. And about how much you cum.”
“Mmm. I loved seeing my cum drip out of you,” he groaned, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he stroked faster. “Get your toy ready, sweetheart.”
I pulled my focus off Alistair long enough to coat my vibrator with a layer of lube. I placed it at my entrance and waited for his next instruction.
“Go on and start it up. Rub the tip over your clit nice and slow.”
The vibrator came to life with a low buzz, and I placed the wide, rounded bulb against my clit. Gently rubbing it in slow circles, I moaned as the vibrations swept through me.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
“Good, but not as good as your mouth,” I said, my voice breathy with desire.
I meant it, too. He had set the bar for pleasure sky-high. It wasn’t something I’d been able to replicate on my own. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to.
“Have I ruined you, Pam Rollins?”
Still rubbing my clit with the vibe, I bit my lip and nodded.
He laughed, obviously pleased. “Lucky for you, beautiful, you’ve ruined me, too. Now slip that toy inside and imagine it’s me fucking you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me slamming my big cock inside you?”
Fuck.
That’s exactly what I wanted, but for now, the rabbit would have to do.
Pushing the vibrator inside me, I gasped at the stretch and the first wave of vibrations. I started slow, gently rocking my body until the wand rubbed just where I liked it, and the external arm teased my clit.
Alistair stared at me with hooded eyes, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, pumping it with rapid strokes. “Faster, sweetheart. Really fuck yourself with your toy. Show me how you get off when I’m not there to do it for you.”
I pulsed the vibrator in and out, hard and fast, just like Alistair had fucked me. With each pass, I edged closer to orgasm, my moans muffling his heavy breathing.
With my free hand, I licked two fingers, brought them to my nipple, and rubbed tight circles over the hardened peak.
“Such perfect tits,” he grunted. His body was getting rigid, his movements growing more erratic with each tight-fisted stroke.
My pussy throbbed at the idea of him getting off like this, at knowing that despite the distance, I could still make him come.
I drove the vibrator deep until the internal bulb massaged my cervix, and the external arm pressed down on my clit. The pressure between my legs built, growing tighter, tighter, tighter, until I came undone.
“Alistair,” I moaned, fighting to keep my eyes open as my body quivered against the vibrator.
“Pam. Fuck,” he rasped with his eyes fixed on me. He jerked his cock faster, his fist colliding with his sheath until his body jolted.
Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, again and again, until a puddle formed on the sheet in front of him.
I shut off the vibrator and stared at him with wide eyes.
How had I swallowed all of that without choking on it?
“Shit,” he groaned, and tipped his head back. “We should do this more often.”
“We should, but don’t you need to take care of that?” I asked with a laugh.
He noticed the pool of cum and chuckled. “Good thing I have an industrial-strength mattress protector.”
I snorted and shook my head. He was too much. “Why don’t you get that cleaned up and call me later?”
“All right, beautiful. I’ll talk to you soon.”
A grin spread across my face as we ended the call. I snuggled under my blankets, feeling satisfied but still wishing we didn’t live so far apart.