Page 43 of Blitz'd

He doesn’t answer, just sits up with his back to his headboard. “Lick your fingers, Dimples, and touch your nipple.”

“Huh?” I ask, though I heard him just fine. My cock jumps in my pants.

His smile is almost dangerous. “Close your eyes.” I do what he says, though I feel foolish. Now is one of the times I wish we were allowed separate rooms. “Lick your fingers again and tweak those pretty nipples for me.” I raise a shaky hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, bringing them down to my left nipple when they’re wet. “Imagine it’s my tongue, lapping at you. Getting it nice and hard for me.”

I shudder as I swirl my finger over the sensitive bud. When Kerian lapped at me, I almost came out of my skin. “Kerian,” I groan, my dick impossibly hard. “Fuck, what else?”

“Set the phone up, Braithe. I want to see every inch of you.”

I hustle to prop the phone up against the sink so most of my body is in the frame.

“Turn around, drag those pants down for me so I can see that sweet ass.” I do what he says and he groans. “I can’t wait to sink into you again. Have your ass strangle my cock.”

His hand disappears below the screen and I growl in frustration that I can’t see more.

“Fuck, you look good,” he says, tone gruff and sex tinged. “Now, why don’t you lean over and spread those cheeks for me so I can see what’s mine.” There’s something about Kerian’s voice that’s almost feral when he says the last word.

“Okay.” I bend at the waist and peer at the phone over my shoulder, seeing my spread ass and tight hole on the small square of the screen. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the look on Kerian’s face makes it worth it. “Like this?”

“Yeah, Dimples. Just like that. Look at you, all tight and needy. I bet your ass is aching for me again, isn’t it? I bet you wish I was there right now to bend you over the sink and fuck you so hard your entire team would hear it.”

“No. I can’t be loud,” I say in a whispered tone, looking at the door like I expect Russ to walk through at any moment. “I don’t want?—”

“Don’t lie,Zandy. We both know you want me to make you scream. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong.” His arm moves slowly, the hand that disappeared under the screen peeking up as he strokes himself slowly. “Look at me and tell me you don’t wish you were on your knees getting my dick wet so I could fuck you raw.”

A small groan drifts from my throat as I watch that hand, peeking up every so often. My cock is hard, twitching in the air. “Maybe.”

“Then prove it.” There’s an almost needy edge to his voice that gets my attention. My hole clenches and precum pebbles at my tip. “Let me see you play with your ass.”

“I don’t have any lube.”

“Conditioner, Dimples. Conditioner, lotion, spit, whatever. I don’t care. If I get myself off before you have your fingers in your ass, fucking yourself the way you want me to fuck you, next time I see you, you’ll regret it.” The threat hangs heavy, but it doesn’t scare me. It makes me want to do something that will make him show me what he means. But my dick is too hard to fuck around. So I palm the complimentary bottle of lotion, slicking my fingers and around my hole.

“What now?” I breathe. My fingers are just against my puckered entrance, the ridged skin sensitive. I want to push in, to fuck myself against my digits hard and fast until I explode, but I won’t do anything until Kerian tells me.

He growls, “You know what I want, Braithe. Push in those fingers. Let me see that sexy fucking hole suck them in.”

Biting my lip and looking at him the whole time, I do what he says and slide my fingers into my hole, first one, then the other. “Oh, fuck.” Sparks of pleasure dance over my skin as my fingers sink deeper and deeper inside. “God, Slade,” I murmur. My eyes shut, absorbing the satisfaction two fingers bring me. They’re not Kerian’s dick, but they’ll do.

“Just like that. If I were there, I’d be pegging your prostate until you were whimpering, until your knees were weak and you were panting my name. Come on, Braithe. Say my name.”

“My roommate will hear.”

“I don’t give afuck. Fuck your fingers and say my name like it’s my dick you’re riding.”

His words are doing my head in. I can barely think when he tells me to do anything in that tone.

“Kerian,” I moan, rotating my hips down on my fingers. “Oh fuck, Kerian.” My cock throbs. “Can I touch my dick? Please? I need it.”

“You want it bad, don’t you? Look at me.” I peel my eyes open to look over my shoulder at him. A string of spit leaks from Kerian’s mouth and lands on his cockhead. I groan as I realize he lowered his camera so I can see how he’s jerking his dick. “Touch yourself. Wrap your other hand around your dick.” Without hesitation, I take myself in hand, tugging furiously so I can come. God, I want to come so badly it hurts. “Slow down, Dimples.”

I growl in frustration, but do what he says, jerking myself in time with how he is, tunneling my fingers into my hole slowly. Soft whining noises leave my mouth as I pant. Kerian’s eyes light up with mischief as he sees my distress, but does nothing to make it better. Fuck, he’s an asshole. “Please, Slade. Kerian… I need to come.”

“Stay with me, Braithe. Right here. Crook those fingers in that hole. Rub against your prostate for me, Dimples.” A loud moan leaves my lips as I find that special spot inside me, sliding the tips of my fingers over it.“With me.”

He makes me tease myself, whispering encouragements and taunts. I don’t know whether to curse him or beg him. In the end, I settle on begging. My orgasm is building just below the surface, begging for release.

“Please, Kerian. God,please.”

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