“What do you say I give you something to watch so you don’t have to resort to your imagination?”
He curses. “I’d say you’re literally my fucking dream.”
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I rub circles over my clit, the coolness of the camera settling on my thigh. “One rule though.” I spread my legs wider, and Lucas shifts in his spot. “You don’t move or I stop, got it?”
Lucas’s eyes stay locked on my hand and the way I play with myself. All he can bring himself to do is nod his head.
“Lucas.” I pull my fingers away, getting his attention. “Got it?”
He swallows and quickly nods. “No moving. Promise.”
I throw my head back, moaning when I slip a finger inside with ease, my pussy so wet knowing Lucas is watching and the camera is on me. I pump my finger in and out a few times before slipping in another finger.
“Tell me how you imagine fucking me when you’re jerking yourself off.” I sigh at the sweet drag of my fingers against my walls. “Tell me what fantasy gets you off.”
Lucas clears his throat and I tilt my head forward again to watch as his hands clench but remain on his thighs, his eyes glued onto every one of my movements.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
I grin. “Why not?”
“Because I really fucking don’t want you to leave.”
“Alright.” I exhale. “I’ll go first then. Sometimes I imagine you watching me at the gym but when you can’t take it anymore, youtake me right there in front of the mirror. I’m down on my knees as you fuck the back of my throat and make me watch the whole thing,” I admit with ease because I know for a fact that Lucas has to have thought about it too or at least something similar.
He’s not the best at hiding his erection in public. It’s one of the many reasons I love teasing because I know that I’ll be granted with the view of exactly what I do to him.
My admission of my fantasies about the man continues. “I also wonder what it’d be like if I tied your hands to my bedpost and rode you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
A whimper slips out. I pump into myself so fast that the wet noise fills the room, coexisting with Lucas’s heavy breathing.
“I think about that so fucking much, especially when I’m in my bed, fucking myself.”
“With your fingers?”
I clench around them. “Sometimes my fingers. Sometimes my vibrator. Sometimes both.”
“Anything else?” he asks, like he desperately needs the answer so that his own little fantasy playing in his head can be complete.
I chuckle. “I guess you’ll have to come over someday and find out.”
I add a third finger and pump into myself, wishing it were Lucas’s thick fingers but also enjoying the desperate look on his face as he fights the urge to stand up and walk over here.
“Do you want to touch me, Lucas?”
His eyes look away from my hand and move to my face, quickly nodding.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Tell me what you think of to get off and then I’ll think about letting you touch me.”
Lucas sighs, jaw clenching.
“What?” I ask, having to slow my movements down, otherwise I’m going to come right now when the fun has just started. “You afraid you’ll scare me off, Callahan?”
His fists tighten and I have to hold back my giggle when he has to adjust himself in his pants.
“A few months ago, I ran into you at the bar and I made a joke about taking you home. That wasn’t really a joke, obviously,” he begins. “But then you had the nerve to blow me off and flirt with every guy at that fucking bar. I kept thinking about bending you over that pool table and fucking you in front of them so they knew that you were mine.”
I remember that night. I didn’t end up going home with anybody but Lucas did cross my mind that night. The spiciness of his cologne had lingered on me from the jacket he let me borrow. The one that I never gave back and still wear whenever I’m alone.