Page 63 of Not A Chance

“And it’s still your turn, Rocky. I said take that paper-thin excuse for a shirt off. I need to see how hard your nipples are for me.”

I shifted in a semicircle so I was facing the camera with the front of my body, sitting on my calves and heels.

Unraveling Theo completely was the goal here, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching the screen to catch his reaction as I reached for the hem of my tank top and dragged it upward so slowly that my arms trembled slightly against the urge to rip it off and bare myself to him.

Theo caught his plush bottom lip between his teeth as his gaze tracked each inch of my skin as it was revealed. A wave of goosebumps appeared on my stomach and ribs as my apartment’s drafty air brushed against my skin.

I reached the bottom of my breasts, their small curve just enough to catch the edge of the hem, and paused.

“Goddamn, baby. Stop teasing me and show me those gorgeous tits. I’m dying over here.” Theo accompanied his words with a rougher stroke of his hand against his fabric-covered cock.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? Let’s get your blood pumping again.” My smile was feline. In contrast to my initial teasing, I yanked my tank top off to match the intensity of how he was gripping himself, the disturbance of the motion creating a little bounce of my breasts.

“Yesss… That’s it. Look at those fucking perfect tits. God, I can’t wait until I can fill my hands with them again.” The gravel in his voice gave away how into this he was.

He pushed down against the base of his cock as if he was trying to control himself. I licked my lips as I saw a small wet spot had appeared, darkening the charcoal fabric straining against his length. My gaze refused to leave the evidence of his arousal on the screen, not wanting to miss the chance to watch it grow bigger the more he worked himself over.

Theo must have noticed my stare as I caught the moment of his chin tilting away from the screen in my peripheral vision. He stared down at the pool of precome that I was fixated on and slid his hand up from his base to grip the middle of his cock, brushing the wide pad of his thumb over the tip.

Fuck. He might have been a god of pleasure in another life. Where were these powers of seduction coming from?

And I was not immune to his seduction either. My sleep shorts still tucked up into my ass crease meant that the seams of my shortswere pressed in between my folds and taut all the way from front to back.

The roughness of the thread now stood hot and wet against my core, pumping out my own arousal as if it thought I was about to fuck him.

Sadly, lady bits, that is not on the menu for tonight. But I won’t neglect you for long.

“What next?” I shifted in place to get some more friction from my heels pressing against my pajama-clad folds. He needed to continue to run this show because I was past the point where I could do anything but give him what he wanted.

“Get rid of those shorts and spread your knees further apart on the bed. I want to see your pussy while I tell you how to touch yourself.”

I leaned to one side and then the other as I stripped off the final piece of clothing between Theo’s eyes and the rest of my naked flesh.

“You too,” I ground out, but he was already leaning back against his hotel room’s headboard to rid himself of his briefs. The elastic waistband pulled his cock downward with the motion before its hardness slapped back against his abs.

Theo inched down so that he was lying on his side with his head propped up on one arm.

I wanted to lick the V starting at his hips and downward. It was a good thing I’d never gotten a look at Theo’s twenty-something body when I first propositioned him almost seven years before. Nineteen-year-old Indie would not have been ready for the indecent picture of that V, his nearly black happy trail, and that impressively sized cock that I saw now.

I was so turned on I felt like I might come the second he told me to touch my clit.

He took his hard length back into his large hand and slid up anddown while swiping the precome at his tip.

“Now, you’re going to do exactly what I say so we can pretend I’m there fucking you in all the ways we both want me to. Okay, baby?”

Ineverliked being told what to do and hesitated out of instinct. I did like what we were doing, though. There was no reason not to sink into the intimacy of this moment, no matter who was leading the motions.

“Yes, Theo.” I let my shoulders drop, and any hesitation melted away with my movement.

I was ready to give Theo the best damn orgasm of his life.

“Yes, Theo.”

Thank god Indie wasn’t usually agreeable because her willingness to take my direction in this moment was lethal to my sanity.

Goddamn. She was a work of art on my screen. My greedy eyes couldn’t absorb all the subtle curves and dips of her body fast enough. I was a starving man suddenly presented with the feast of my dreams.

The video call forced me to savor each pixel of skin on my screen. If I were there with her in person, I would descend on her like an animal, having lost the superhuman restraint I’d held on to when I’d been in her bed.

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