Chapter 12 #2
“Mhm,” he answers smoothly, adjusting the camera slightly to give me a better view.
His big cock is pierced in five places. Hell, he clearly has enough space for it. I know that piercing from all the dark romance books I’ve read. Jacob’s ladder.
Raw. Next question.
“My nipples are pierced,” I tell him.
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” he breathes deeply.
Right on cue, they harden, becoming sensitive against the thin fabric of my shirt. Clenching my legs tight, I take in a deep breath, a slight boost of confidence washing over me. After lifting my shirt, I turn on the camera, giving him a view of my bare chest.
“Goddamn,” he sharply exhales. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Do you want to touch yourself for me?”
“Is that what you want?” he challenges.
Without responding out loud, I nod.
“No no no,” he tsks. “I told you to use your words, Nora.”
“Yes,” I reply quickly, turning my camera off once more.
“Say it. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to watch you touch yourself for me,” I confess, confidently.
“That’s my girl.”
“In your gaming chair,” I add in.
“Any other demands?”
“That’s it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he answers.
Oof. Should I ask for him to call me mommy, next?
Lucien strides across the room and props his phone up on his desk, giving me the perfect view. He sits in the tall, black chair, and his eyes darken, piercing through the screen. Feeling his eye contact is more intense than I expected, especially considering his pants are half way down his thighs.
“This good?” he questions, the muscles in his shoulders and biceps flexing as he leans back in his seat.
My breathing quickens.
“Yes,” I answer, swallowing hard.
He takes his cock in his hand, tattooed fingers clasped tightly as he begins to work himself, letting out soft, controlled breaths.
I lose myself in the moment entirely, mesmerized by the way watching him touch himself makes me feel.
It’s empowering, giving me a sense of control I’ve somehow lost over the years.
“Faster,” I encourage.
“Mmm.”
He doesn’t even seem phased. If anything, he appears comfortable, increasing the speed while meeting his hand with each subtle thrust of his hips.
“Like this?” he asks, his voice throaty.
“Yes,” I reply.
Him expressing vulnerability only seems to make me want to do the same. Although it’s been a while since I’ve truly felt vulnerable with a man, Lucien makes me want to come out of hiding.
“Do you want to see me, too?” I ask softly.
“Trust me, baby girl, it would be an honor to see you naked,” he begins, his voice deep and raspy. “But please don’t feel pressured.”
Suddenly, not only am I also naked, but I’m turning my camera on. In this shared, heated moment of desire, I show between my legs and slip my hand between my thighs, teasingly.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
Watching me closely, he groans softly, stroking himself from tip to base, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, his voice deep and shaky. “Damn, you’re stunning. I bet you taste so fucking good.”
We both let out a hushed moan simultaneously. I’m soaked, wanting nothing more than to jump through the screen and hop on. Even though touching myself feels amazing, in this moment, I find more satisfaction in watching him get off.
Soft hums of pleasure, loud whimpers, and sharp labored breathing echo through the room as time passes. Even though we’re not together physically, it feels like we are. It’s a kind of intimacy I haven’t felt in years, or maybe ever.
Suddenly, Lucien’s voice is chiming through my phone.
“Nora,” he says through clenched teeth, stroking himself faster.
“Come for me, Luce,” I say.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whimpers, letting out one final breath as he finds his release, shooting into the air in short, quickened spurts.
Fuck. Watching him come was hands down the hottest thing I’ve seen.
We love men that whimper.
We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment before I roll onto my side and meet his beautiful amber eyes. Still sitting at his desk, he tucks himself back into his pants, cleans himself with a tissue, then leans forward.
“You touched yourself, but didn’t come,” he points out.
“It’s okay. I was more focused on watching you,” I admit.
“Thoughts?” he asks with a crooked grin. “How are you feeling?”
“Really good,” I say, returning the smile. “Well, at least we can say we’ve basically seen each other naked now.”
“Basically.”
“I wasn’t ready to meet up before, but now that we’ve checked that off the list,” I say, jokingly, my voice trailing off. “I almost thought you were being serious earlier about coming here.”
“I couldn’t be more serious,” he reveals. “Especially considering you didn’t get off.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You thought I was joking about coming there? Hold on.”
He grabs his phone and begins walking around his room, typing away.
Silence.
“Luce?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’m looking at flights right now.”
“What?” I gasp, my heart leaping. “Wait… what?”
“Found one. Leaves in less than an hour.”
Bolting up in bed, I stare at the wall, beyond shocked. There’s no way he’s really about to fly across the country, tonight, within the next hour… just to get me off?
“I will come to you, right now,” he boldly offers. “You just need to give me the okay.”
“Right now? Like right this second?”
“Yes.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, Nora. I’d land around one in the morning, then probably get to your apartment by one forty-five the latest. That would give us all night and into the morning. I do have to be back by late afternoon tomorrow, though. Does that work?”
Holy fuck balls. Holy fuck balls. Holy fuck balls.
Holy fucking fuck balls.
“You’re crazy.”
“For you, I am,” he agrees. “We still have an arrangement, don’t we? Friends with benefits, fake boyfriend, whatever… right?”
“Well, yeah,” I admit, my voice trailing off.
“Am I making you uncomfortable suggesting this?”
“Not at all. I feel more comfortable with you than anyone else.”
“Are you sure? I can let this go if it’s too much,” he offers.
“I don’t want you to let this go,” I admit, a blush settling on my cheeks.
“You want me to help you explore your fantasies so you can learn more about yourself. Virtually has been fine, but what better way than figuring it out in person?”