Page 7 of Caught Up

Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely.

I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.

On-screen, Lauren opened her large dark eyes and stared directly into the camera. “This is what I’d have you do to me.” She gently pinched her nipples, and I decided the extra hundred bucks I’d paid for dirty talk this time was more than worth it. “I’d make you stay right here, first with your hands, and then your mouth, until I was absolutely soaked.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside my boxers to grip my dick. “What else?” I demanded, my voice low with need.

She slid a hand over her stomach and plunged it inside her shorts. “And then I’d have you touch me here. Not my clit or my cunt,” she said, and my dick went rock hard to hear such filthy words coming out of what was once such a sweet mouth. “I’d have you tease me, close, but not where I need you most.”

My eyes tracked the movement of her hand beneath thewhisper-thinfabric of her shorts. She was doing exactly what she’d said, teasing herself, running her fingertips ever closer to her center.

“Do you want to see?” she asked.

“Yes. Show me,” I ground out, stroking my hand up my cock. This was why Lauren had so many subs. She was good at her job, made it feel more like we were doing this together and I wasn’t jerking it to a prerecorded video.

Her smile turned coy as she pulled her hand from her shorts and slid her fingers along the waistband. “Say please.”

I shook my head. I’d never begged for it in my fucking life, and I wasn’t about to make an exception, not even for her. “Drop them, Lauren. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

She smiled wider, like my answer pleased her, and slowly began shimmying them off. A small triangle of hair, neatly trimmed, came into sight, and then her shorts went the way of her shirt and she was completely naked.

Her hands returned to her tits, cupping, kneading, stroking. My gaze roamed over her. With so much skin on display, I didn’t know where to look. I wanted to memorize the sight of her, and not just the way she teased herself, but the smaller tells that showed me how much she liked nipple play. The way her stomach tensed. The way her breath shuddered out when she gently pinched herself.

She shut her eyes, her lids fluttering, and I knew she was ready for more. And yet she stayed right where she was, pushing herself higher, harder, until she was forced to sit back on her heels because her thighs started to shake. All through it she spoke, telling me what she liked not just with her body but with her words.

“Here. Right here.”

“Just like that.”

“Soft, and then hard.”

I wondered if she knew how much she was giving away, how much ammunition I’d stockpiled over the years. She wouldn’t stand a chance against me when I finally got her within my grasp. Instead of drawing it out like this, I’d go straight in for the kill.

“Stop teasing us both,” I growled, my hand starting to move faster over my cock. I wasn’t used to waiting for the things I wanted. I’d been teasing myself right along with her, and my impatience was starting to get the better of me.

As if she heard my command, she dragged a pillow between her thighs and trailed the fingers of a hand down, down, before slipping them between herself and the pillow.

“I’m soaked,” she said, the words more of a moan than anything articulate.

“I bet you are,” I told her. “You took your damn time getting us here, Lo.”

She cracked her eyes open, a mischievous smile splitting her face. “So grumpy.”

My hand froze on the head of my dick, and I hit the pause button todouble-checkthat this was, in fact, a prerecorded video, and I hadn’t accidentally accepted an invite to a live session or something. On screen, Lauren froze, and a rueful grin tugged at my lips. She’d probably clocked my impatient streak from past sexting sessions and was now using it against me.

I’d have to find some way to pay her back later, once she was mine.

With a tap, I hit play, my pulse thundering in my ears as Lauren started to move. I started moving again, too, my hand stroking up and down my cock as I watched her. I’d seen too many videos of this woman to count, but these custom ones were always my favorite. Because they were just for me.

The camera angle shifted slightly, showing me more of a sideview, and I had just enough time to wonder if there was someone in the room with her, helping her film, before the first moan slipped through her lips and nothing else but Lauren mattered anymore.

Her position and the pillow hid most of what was happening from sight, but I knew the moment she slid her finger—fingers?—inside herself, because her lips popped open on an even louder gasp, and she turned her head to stare straight into the camera.

“God, you feel so good,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut again as if she were imagining me there in the room with her.

I stepped into the fantasy with her, kneeling behind her on the bed and shoving her hand out of the way so I could replace it with mine. She teased one of her breasts herself, while I went to work on the other, pinching and stroking her nipple even as I sank my fingers into her slick, tight heat.

“Do you like how wet I got for you?” she asked.

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