“Show me,” he said, so much authority in his voice I wanted to obey. He was an omega, for fuck’s sake, but that demand felt more like an alpha’s bark.
Turning the phone, I slowly revealed my body in an oversized t-shirt.
“Trail your hand up your thighs and push that shirt out of the way. I want to see what’s under the shirt.”
If I was an omega, slick would have already dampened my thighs. Omega or not, I was growing wetter by the second and there was currently no one here to help me with the ache in my lower belly.
Doing as Amir asked, I trailed my hand up my thigh, hooking my t-shirt and dragging it up to my belly so he could see my purple boy shorts.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said.
I swore his voice sounded shaky, as if he was…
“Look what you do to me,” he said, turning the camera so I could see his hand wrapped around his cock he’d pulled out of his boxers.
A very omega sounding whimper tore from my lips at the sight of his big fist slowly pumping his cock.
The sexiest purr rattled through the phone at the sound and the camera turned back to his face. “I can’t decide whether I want to see you slide your hand down your panties and get yourself off or if I want to watch that beautiful face while you fall apart.”
Those words alone sent my hand sliding down my stomach and into my panties. The moment my fingertips brushed over my clit, I sucked in a shaky breath and laid back against the pile of pillows.
“Mmm. Are you touching yourself?” he asked.
I nodded, my lips parted as pleasure rippled through me and over me.
“Show me,habibi. I want to see your fingers plunging into that tight cunt.”
Setting the phone down long enough to slide my panties over my hips, I propped myself better on the pillows and set the phone on the nightstand to give him the perfect view of both my pussy and my face.
Amir took my lead and set his phone up to give me a view of his body, including the way he slid his hand up and down his cock in slow movements as though savoring the moment and refraining from coming too soon.
Not that he needed to hold back. Amir had some kind of mystical talent where he could hold off even while fucking into me until I got off. Only then had he allowed himself a release.
I wished he was here. I wished it was his hand or mouth on my body.
“Let me see your cunt swallow your finger, beta.”
My nipples were pebbled and straining against my t-shirt as I slowly pushed first one then another finger into myself, pumping in a rhythm that matched the way he stroked himself and pretended it was him inside of me. Though my fingers could never come close to match his size or skill.
My alphas were helping me find my inner strength. But Amir was showing me how fun sex could be. I’d enjoyed myself in ways I hadn’t known were possible with another man more since I’d met him than I ever had. Sex with Antonio sure as hell had never been enjoyable.
“Can you make yourself come with your fingers? Or do you need your vibrator?”
“I don’t have a vibrator,” I said, my voice shaky with need, lust, and pleasure.
He hummed as though in deep thought, although his hand never stopped stroking along his length. “We’ll have to go shopping, then. So many toys I want to introduce you to, so many fun things I want to show you.”
“L-like what?”
Amir began to describe what exactly he would get me and how he would use it on me, how he wanted to watch me fuck myself on a dildo, how he wanted to fuck one of my holes with a long, thick dildo while he fucked the other.
Lowering my other hand, I rubbed my fingers along my clit as I continued to fuck myself with my fingers, every word out of his mouth pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come with me, Issa. I want to hear those sexy ass moans fall from your mouth.”
“Yes,” I breathed out as tingles started at the base of my spine and rippled through my lower belly until stars danced behind my closed lids.
Throwing my head back, I continued rubbing myself as my body tightened and I cried out, Amir’s name falling from my tongue as his own grunts and moans filled the room.