Page 47 of Sexted By Santa
His response came faster.I’m not as good on camera as you are.
Let me be the judge of that. Or we can just Skype?
I’ll make a video.
Good. Get busy. But don’t come. I want us to come while watching each other.
Didn’t realize you were so bossy.
Live and learn, Christian.
It was a gamble, using his name. It might remind him of who I was, of what this could mean. Not that it had to mean anything. I was being as honest with him as I could be. Wewererelieving tension, and there was no harm in sharing this. Whether he’d want to ever share more than this, I didn’t know. Whether we should…Well, that was a debate for another day, when I wasn’t so desperate to connect with him.
I hastily stripped out of my clothes, then clicked the record button on my camera and brought the view up to my face. “No point hiding now, huh?”
I panned the camera down. As I did, I pinched my nipple, stroked over my stomach, up and down, teasing a little. “I have to go slow, or this will be over before it begins.”
It was very tempting to put the sexting game aside and invite Christian into my bed. Tori was sleeping, and I had no reason to think she’d wake before morning. But things were too uncertain between us. I didn’t want to take any chance that Tori would see him here and be confused, not until I was absolutely sure of what I wanted from Christian or what he wanted from me.
I stroked my cock slowly, torturing myself as much as I was teasing Christian with the video. “Fuck, feels good.”
I gave him the best show I could, stroking myself to the brink of orgasm, rolling my balls in my hand, twisting my nipples. When my body was strung tight and thrumming too much to withstand more torment, I brought the video back to my face.
“Okay, that’s enough of a tease. When you watch this, I want you to come hard while imagining you’re with me.”
I hit the stop button and sent it over. Christian already had a video waiting for me.
Finally, he wrote.How much restraint do you expect me to have?
You didn’t come, did you?
Not yet. This better be worth the wait.
I hear that good things are. Delayed gratification, right?
He didn’t dignify my tease with an answer, probably too busy watching my video. A good idea. I clicked his, loading it, and groaned at the view of strong, slender thighs framing a hard cock. Christian was fucking his fist fast and hard, panting. “Can’t believe I agreed to this, but you’re so hot. I’d do just about anything to see another video of you. I keep watching the first one, and…fuck, I really shouldn’t.”
The idea of him watching my first video made me burn hotter. How many times had he gotten online to watch it? Is that why he was there tonight?
Christian continued to pump his cock, and I stroked along with him, so close now I was shaking.
“I think of touching that amazing body of yours, getting my mouth around your cock, and…” He broke off on a groan. “Shit, I have to stop. You and your rules.” He gave a pained chuckle but panned the video up his nude body to his face. “Told you I wasn’t great at this.” He licked his lips. “I’m not much of a talker during sex. Prefer to use my mouth for other things.”
Damn.
The video cut off then, but my mind was full of images: Christian on the floor, much in the same kneeling pose he’d used in his video, but this time with his mouth around my cock. Christian wet and sloppy and entirely undone, his neat clothing in a pile on the floor, his hair tangled and wavy from having my hands in it. The tidy, orderly man a mess at my feet.
I came hard, toes curling as pulse after pulse of pleasure wrenched through me, wringing me out. When I was done, I was a sticky mess.
I lifted the phone with a still shaky hand to see if Christian had said anything more. He had. Just one word.
Damn.
I smiled, feeling smugly satisfied with that.
Sweet dreams, Professor.
Dreams? I’ll sleep like the dead after that.
