Page 65 of Not A Chance

She stared into the camera lens now, her gaze filled with intense emotion.

“Fuck being good,” she said. With those words a punch to my chest, she dropped her hands from her breasts, leaning her ass further onto her heels.

She took one hand and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and held them open so I could see the deep pink of her wet folds. I wished there was a close-up feature on this call where I could zoom in to see her clit.

Her other hand came down, and she slipped two fingers along her slit from front to back and back again. A surge of arousal shot through me as she bore down slightly, adding pressure to her motions.

I tightened my grip on my cock, my hand having stopped moving, too captivated just watching her.

Time moved in slow motion as she dragged her fingers forward toward the camera, their wetness shining even a foot away from the camera.

“I wish I was there to taste you.” The words fell from my lips as I increased my strokes on my length. The sparks that ignited low in my spine alerted me to how close I was to coming, but I wanted to watch her fall apart first.

“Me too,” she whispered.

Her words were an electrical current that went straight to my cock. Nothing was as sexy to me as her wanting me in return. I was drowning in my need for her to see how special this was. How we could never reach this peak with anyone else. That the fire between us was once in a lifetime.

“Make yourself come for me. Please, Indie. I need to see it.” I wasn’t above begging at this point, my orgasm cresting beyond the point where I was going to be able to slow it down.

Indie seemed to be in a similar state. She let go of her folds, the voyeuristic show we’d put on for each other giving way to the primal frenzy to sate our needs, and increased the pace of her fingers.

A small moan issued from her mouth as she rocked her hips against the motions of her hands.

“Jesus Christ, Theo. I’m going to come.” Her voice was breathless from exertion.

“Me too, baby,” I ground out. I wanted her to know I was right there with her, every step of the way.

Despite her efforts to keep her eyes on her phone screen, her eyes half closed as the tension in her body reached its peak. Her hips stuttered as her lips parted, letting my name escape on a whisper.

“Theo.”

The sound of her saying my name as her orgasm hit sent me over the edge. My hips punched upward as I fucked my fist to the sight of her body racked with pleasure. Come shot over my fist and onto my abdomen as I wrung out every last drop of pleasure that hummed in my system.

“Goddamn, baby. We need to do that again in your bedroom.” I dropped down onto the hotel pillow and rolled onto my side, ignoring the mess I’d made for the moment.

Indie tipped sideways, letting her body fall onto her own pillow on a laugh.

She haphazardly reached behind her for a bed covering within reach, pulling her duvet over herself. Her body remained partially bare in some particularly tantalizing ways. I could see the lips of her pussy at the juncture of her thighs with her covering only hiding her top leg.

I must have paused with my mouth open, poised to say more, staring too long at her naked flesh. My length twitched as if it was primed for round two. Indie was a clinical strength aphrodisiac.

“See something you like, Theo?” Her orgasm had mellowed her typical snark to a drowsy, teasing-type tone.

“I like everything I see, baby.” Obviously, my postorgasm haze lowered my filter. My words rang with a sincerity that communicatedthe depth of feelings I was holding back. I could see her expression tighten slightly with what I could guess was wariness.

“Wow. I’m impressed, Theo. We put on a pretty good show.” Indie didn’t acknowledge my statement, letting the subject drop, and chose instead to bring the conversation back to safer territory.

“I never doubted us, Ind. You were definitely the star tonight, though.” There wasn’t a situation where Indie didn’t shine brighter than anyone else in the room.

Her smile softened as she snuggled further into her pillow, looking drowsy.

I glanced at the clock. Fuck. It was nearly 3:30 a.m. in Toronto—no wonder she was fading fast.

“Is Giz in bed?” I asked, not wanting her to venture outside in the dark and cold night by herself.

Indie nodded. “Yeah,” she yawned her reply. “She’s asleep in her bed in the living room. I’m sure she’ll sneak in here any minute to steal my covers, though.” Indie smiled fondly. She loved that little dog.

“Go on a date with me. I’ll be home in two days, and we don’t have practice on Thursday. Let me take you out, for real.” I wanted to end our call with her knowing without a doubt that what just happened meant something. We were not casually hooking up.

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