Page 74 of Fated Shot

“Too bad.” I feign disappointment before angling the phone downwards toward my body. I love this outfit. I ordered it online over the summer, hoping it would boost my confidence even if I never had a chance to wear it for someone else.

It fits me like a glove, black lace hugging every curve of my body. The top part is supportive, lifting up my boobs, giving me more cleavage than normal, with sheer cups that let my nips show through and two little bows on either strap. I bought it for me, but I’m wearing it for him.

“Holy—”

There’s a commotion as his hand snatches the phone. I spot a pillow and the contraction of his arm muscle, but the rest is a blur of motion.

“OW,” rings out from the background. “The hell was that for?”

“Get out.” It comes out firmly and authoritatively, causing me to squeeze my thighs together. I’ve never done anything like this before. Excitement is usurping any nerves.

“What? I had my headphones in,” comes back from Penn.

“Out, Penn. NOW,” comes another demand from Jack.

“But where am I supposed to—” There’s more commotion as the phone pans to the hotel room ceiling.

I can hear a bit of unrecognizable back-and-forth, the sound now muffled. There are a few thumps, a door closing, and suddenly, Jack’s face reappears on the screen.

“Sorry, where were we?”

“I think you were assaulting your roommate?” I mock with a laugh. “Poor, Penn.”

“Don’t change the subject. Show me right now what you’re wearing.”

There it is, the dominating tone of his voice. It should be intimidating, but there’s something about him that just always gets me going, giving me the confidence I need.

“This?” I ask innocently as I move the screen down to show more of my cleavage.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters under his breath. I smile at his reaction. This is exactly what I wanted from him. “You’re lying in my bed, looking like that, while I’m two thousand miles away? Fuck Penn, poorme.”

At his words, I pan the remainder of the way down, showing off the rest of my black lacey look. Taking my time, I’m careful to ensure the camera catches every inch of my body. Moving my hand down to slowly graze over my stomach, I stop just short of my matching lace panties. The groan that leaves his mouth is enough to have me dripping. I do a little wiggle before lifting the screen back to my face.

“You’re killing me, Wyndham.”

I giggle at his response.

“Can I ask you a question?”

The expression on his face is literally pained as he takes a shuddering breath. “Anything.”

“Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself?” I feel silly even asking it, but curiosity has got the better of me. He’s occupied every single fantasy of mine, I need to know if the feeling is mutual.

“You’re kidding, right? I can’t think of anything but you,” he says with such certainty it stops me for a second. Before I can reply, he flips the camera to show off the erection he’s been stroking. I gasp in response. I don’t have extensive experience, but I’ve seen my fair share of videos, and as far as penises go, he has the prettiest one.

Seeing him get so turned on by just my body alone is next-level erotic.

“I need you to show me what I’m missing right now. Set the phone up, I want to see you play with yourself.”

Fireworks erupt in my stomach at his words. I’ve never had phone sex or FaceTime sex; heck I’ve never even masturbated in front of anyone. But he’s sparked something in me. I want to try everything with him. I do as I’m told, setting the phone up against a pillow and taking a deep breath.

“Good fucking girl.” He’s stroking himself so slowly, like he’s trying to make this last, but I see his dick twitch when I roll onto my side, rubbing my hands over my aching nipples. “Are you wet for me right now?”

“Mmhmm,” escapes me as I close my eyes, listening to his breathing.

“Show me.”

I drag my hand down my stomach, spreading my thighs open, before dipping my hand into the moisture pooling between my legs with a moan. I pull out a finger, holding it up to the camera.

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