He licked his lips. “You’re going to absolutely get fucked, but you know what I want from you right now?”
I shook my head, my breathing shallow.
“I want to watch you come on your fingers. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come on your fingers and let me watch?”
Touching myself in front of the guys still made me feel bashful, but I wanted this moment with him, so I backed away and slid across his bed.
“Tell me how,” I whispered.
He stepped forward and reached for his nightstand. I watched as he grabbed his phone.
“I’m going to record you,” he murmured.
“Enzo—”
“You’re going to do this for me. When you’re a star someday, I want to have this video of you so we can be together even when we’re far apart. Will you do this for me, Sunshine?”
In this moment, I knew I’d slash my wrists and bleed for him if he asked it of me. I wanted this Enzo. The sweet one. The dark one. My secret keeper.
“I won’t ever tell you did this for me,” he continued softly. “Trust me?”
I nodded, my lips parted.
“Good girl.” He moved to the end of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, his phone pointed at me. “Spread your legs for me.”
I hesitated for a moment before letting my legs fall open.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty pink pussy,” he said thickly, his cock standing at attention again. “Touch it for me.”
Shyly, I reached out and ran my fingers along my slit, gathering the wetness for him. He nodded his approval and continued to record.
“Spread your pussy for me so I can see it, baby.”
I did as requested, earning a hum of approval from him.
“Rub it for me.”
My fingers slid through the slick as I rubbed my clit, the nerve endings on fire with each caress.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he said.
“Really wet,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“Do you like getting wet for me, Rosalie?”
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes, Enzo,” I said, rubbing my clit faster. “I like getting wet for you.”
“That’s my girl. Will you come for me?”
“Y-yes,” I rasped, picking up my pace.
“I want to see a finger inside that tight pussy. Go on. Show me.”
I slid a finger deep inside me, crying out softly, completely turned on by what we were doing.