Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Sam
M y phone buzzes again, and I snatch it up, angry at the interruption, but angrier at myself for even being in this compromising situation.
Two texts from Naomi.
Naomi: What do you think?
Naomi: Tell me you’re enjoying it.
I almost throw my phone across the room. But in the end, I set it gently back down on the coffee table and rest my head in my hands.
It buzzes again.
Naomi: Are you watching?
I snatch it up and punch out a reply.
Sam: No.
She sends a laughing face emoji, but I’m not feeling one bit like laughing.
Naomi: I can see that you are. You’re logged in as yourself.
Damn technology. I should have known she would be able to tell I started playback.
Naomi: You even made your username your own name. Very James Bond of you.
I groan and set the phone back down.
What am I going to do now? She knows I’m watching it.
I’ve been caught red-handed. Literally.
Before my rational brain can come up with a plan, another brain takes over.
I pick my phone back up.
Sam: I’m watching it.
Naomi: You’ve gotten pretty far. Enjoying yourself?
Sam: Yeah.
Naomi: Are you touching yourself?
How am I supposed to answer that? I flop back on the sofa, phone still in hand. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve always been a terribly shy flirt. It could be what’s to blame for my lack of a romantic life. But this is on a whole new level. Sexting? Admitting to a woman over text that I’m jerking off to our homemade porn?
She texts again while I’m ruminating.
Naomi: I am.
Damn it.
My fingers move with a mind of their own.
Sam: Tell me.
Naomi: Ooh, he’s going to play. I wasn’t sure there for a moment.
I don’t respond to that, and her typing bubble appears a moment later. My cock is screaming at me, so I fist it lightly as I wait for her response.
Naomi: I love the part where you come in my mouth. Your nice guy act falls away and you start fucking my face as you come. Did you see that part?
Sam: Yeah. I like that part too.
I’m not giving her much, but it’s apparently enough. Naomi takes it and runs.
Naomi: And I love the part where you lose control and throw me back on the bed and start touching me. Have you made it that far?
My fingers don’t want to type the next words, but I force them to, one letter at a time.
Sam: I like the part where I’m lubing myself up with your juices.
My cock jumps in my hand, and I hit send with a smile.
Naomi responds immediately.
Naomi: Tell me you’re fisting that cock right now.
Sam: I am.
And before I can stop myself, I type another.
Sam: Are you touching yourself right now too?
Naomi: Oh yeah. I have my little vibrator on low, and I’m feeding it in and out of my pussy to get it nice and wet. When we start the video, I’ll put it on my clit and come again.
Her typing bubble hovers as I try to process that last text, pumping my cock harder.
Naomi: And again and again.
Damn.
Naomi: Have you come yet?
Sam: Not yet.
Naomi: Are you waiting for a certain part?
I’m not sure how to admit the truth, that I was going to wait till the end and close my eyes and imagine fucking her, so I lie.
Sam: I was just getting there when someone interrupted me.
She sends a hot, sweaty faced man emoji, and I smile.
Naomi: Well let’s get back to it. Tell me what time you’re starting at, and I’ll start at the same place.
I close my eyes briefly, shaking my head. There’s no way I’m going to be able to say no to that, not with my dick calling the shots.
I only hope I don’t wake up tomorrow regretting this.
With a deep breath and a heavy sigh, I pull the file hosting app back up and get the video to the place where I start touching her clit with the vibrator. The action can’t last much longer than ten minutes after this point, and I’m sure my cock won’t last even that long.
Sam: 25:32
Naomi: Ooh, getting right to the good stuff. Give me just a second.
Naomi: Okay. I’m hitting play.
I do the same, clicking the volume up before settling the phone back on my knee. Naomi’s beautiful voice cries out, and my fist tightens. My own voice follows, a moan of pleasure so deep and rich with longing that I wouldn't have recognized it as my own if I hadn’t seen the video evidence.
Naomi: Sometimes, I skip right to the place where you make that sound.
Naomi’s comment pops up in the small comment section at the bottom of the screen, right in the video app.
I guess we’re doing this now.
I click into my own comment box.
Sam: I don’t recognize myself.
Naomi: As the brilliant fucking sex god you are? Well, there’s no way to deny it now.
I laugh softly at her sass, eyes glued to the screen. I’m slipping the little black vibrator deep into her body now, holding my hand out to catch it as it slides back out.
Naomi: I do that to myself all the time now.
Naomi: After you did it, now I can’t keep it out of myself. Somedays I carry it in my purse so I can sneak into the bathroom and get myself off just like you did.
Well, maybe I won’t last two minutes. Not with this new commentary.
Sam: Are you touching yourself, princess, or typing?
Naomi: *crying laughing emoji*
Naomi: I’m doing both. Talk-to-texting with two fingers in my pussy.
What I wouldn’t give to see that.
I fix my gaze on the screen, watching her writhe and moan as I work her clit.
Sam: Are you touching your clit?
Naomi: Always.
Sam: I’m so close.
Naomi: Which part do you want to watch while you come?
Sam: I want to close my eyes and pretend I’m fucking you.
Naomi: Oh god, please tell me what you're doing in your mind.
Sam: I don’t know if I can do both.
Naomi: Can I call you?
I clench my teeth and consider. I can feel my orgasm floating away as I go through the pros and cons, so I decide to hold off.
Sam: Not tonight. I’ll talk-to-text you through it.
Naomi: Vibe on high. Ready for you.
I click into the comment box and hit the little microphone button to turn on talk-to-text. After another deep breath and long sigh, I re-up the lotion in my hand and start to speak.
Sam: This part at the end where I’m lubing myself up with you?
Sam: I think about it all the time.
Sam: You were so fucking wet.
Naomi: I’m that wet now .
A surge of pleasure hits my brain and I try to keep it together, loosening the grip on my cock as I make long strokes from root to tip. I’ve never wanted to delay my own orgasm more than I do right now.
I want this to last forever.
Sam: Are you at the part now where I almost put my cock in you?
Naomi: Yes. You’re like one inch away.
Sam: I wanted to do it so badly.
Naomi: I wanted you to.
Naomi: I still want you to.
Sam: Pause the video right there.
A short pause and I wait with my breath held.
Naomi: Done.
I pause my own, the image on the screen one I already know I’ll never forget.
Naomi is splayed out before me, arms stretched long above her on the bed. I’ve got my cock in one hand, my other is resting on her body, my thumb just grazing her clit. I’m bent over, having just sat up from licking her and the tip of my cock is dangerously close to her entrance.
Sam: Can you imagine what it would feel like if I put it in you right then?
Naomi: Yes
Sam: Tell me.
Naomi: You’re so big and your cock is so hard. I’m wet but it still takes you a moment to work your way inside, inch by inch, stretching me open.
Fucking hell.
I release my cock altogether and try to steady my breathing, reaching down for a soft pull on my balls.
Naomi: I can feel your tip sliding into me, deeper and deeper.
I take my tip in my fist, sliding my hand down slowly, imagining burying myself in her body.
There’s no calming down my breathing now. One pump, maybe two, and I’m a goner.
Sam: You better come for me, princess.
Naomi: Now?
Sam: Right goddamn now.
After an excruciatingly long pause, my phone buzzes with a WhatsApp notification. I click the banner to switch apps and find myself looking at the play button of an audio-note.
I fumble to hit the button so quickly I nearly drop my phone, catching it at the last second and setting it down on the sofa beside me just as Naomi’s voice lights up the room around me.
I close my eyes and pretend she’s there.
“Oh, Sammy, I’m going to come.”
She moans and whimpers for a few moments and I hold my breath, working myself right up to the edge.
“I’m going to come on your cock. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say aloud to the empty room.
All I can pick out are a few choice expletives mixed in with moans as I listen to Naomi send herself into oblivion. I keep my eyes closed and follow, bellowing out a moan of pleasure as my orgasm explodes inside me—and outside me, landing somewhere in the living room.
I can barely make myself care about the mess I’m making as I spasm and gasp, matching the volume and pitch of the breathy voice coming from my phone speakers.
The audio clip ends with her giving a little giggle, the sound piercing through my chest like a hot poker.
I want her here.
I need her here.
I drop my still throbbing cock and flop back on the sofa, fully and completely spent.
My phone buzzes, and I glance down at the screen.
Naomi: Did you get there?
I don’t reach for it, instead closing my eyes once more. Now that I got myself off, the mist of insanity that lowered over me the second I hit play on that video is starting to lift.
What am I doing?
I can’t be doing this.
My phone buzzes again.
Naomi: Do you still want me to delete the video? *winking emoji*
Reality hits me upside the head in full force.
This is Dom’s little sister.
Dom…whose money allowed me to have the life I have.
She’s got a video of us fooling around.
It’s my job to tell her to delete the video so I can protect my life and friendships.
But there’s no way in hell I’m going to do it.