Page 41 of Dare You to See Me
Nodding, I chew on my lip and feel my cheeks turn hot and red. Words sit on the tip of my tongue, but my nerves won’t let them come out.
“I know you’re nervous. I can see it in your eyes. And like I said yesterday, I just want to show you what you do to me. You can look. You can listen. Or you can play along. Can we do that?”
I inhale a stuttered breath and tell him, “I’m not sure if I can, you know. Not yet.”
“Then why don’t you just watch and listen, sweetheart.” He flips the button on his jeans and lets them hang open. “That day I saw you when I was riding? You stole my breath.” His fingers slowly guide the zipper down revealing the fact that he wears no underwear beneath them. “Then, when you popped up on my social media, I thought my prayers had been answered.”
My throat is growing tight making it difficult to swallow or even breathe. Is this what raw attraction feels like? It’s silly considering I’ve never even seen his face, but there’s this pull that I can’t deny.
“I was hoping I could see your face. I want to know who the man beneath the helmet is.” I squirm in my chair, feeling a tingle between my legs.
This simple interaction has me wound up. The timber of his voice and the way he speaks hushed, like we’re kids keeping a secret, thrills me.
“I can’t do that and I’ve explained why. But I’ll give you something just as good. Maybe even better.” The music changes to something hard and fast, almost like a techno song, and the moment turns intense. “I woke up thinking of you this morning. You looked so beautiful in my dream. Your tight body, your silky skin. Mmm, Sunny girl. You looked delicious.”
His hand begins to crawl beneath the waistband of his jeans and my mouth waters. Like a dog eyeing a juicy steak, I literally salivate. He moves his hips side to side, pushing his pants further down, until he frees himself. My eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing and my lungs feel as if they’re being crushed like a flimsy water bottle in the hands of a giant.
King’s fingers wrap around his thick cock that stands tall and impressively large. He rubs the pad of his thumb over the mushroomed head, spreading the small bead of precum over the tip. I lick my lip, imagining what he tastes like.
Moving his hand up and down, I watch completely captivated by him. “Do you like what you see?”
“Ye-yes,” I choke out.
“Look how hard I am for you. Fuck,” he groans and drops his head back against his chair, still tugging and rubbing himself. “Are you wet? Does that sweet little pussy drip for me?”
My mouth opens with a soft squeak. I feel like I’ve been sucking on a mouth full of cotton. I have to give my head a small shake to rattle my brain back in its place because there is no way this is really happening right now. I’ve spoken with this man –a stranger– maybe a handful of times. Yet here I am, watching him jack off in front of a camera like he’s the day’s double feature.
This is nuts. I am truly crazy. Or maybe I’m just so sex deprived I’m taking anything or anyone that comes my way.
“I’m doing all the show, Sunny girl, but I don’t hear you telling. So tell me…do you like watching?” His hand keeps moving and his erection seems to keep growing in length and girth.
“I-yeah. I do.” My words are breathy with obvious desire and if he weren’t watching, I’d stick my hand down my pants and take care of myself.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he moans.
His head falls back, the helmet landing on the chair with a thunk. I can see his Adam's apple move up and down his muscular neck as he swallows, and imagine his mouth hanging open with pleasure.
“I’m thinking that…that I haven’t had sex in a year and I could probably orgasm just from watching you.”
A rumble that sounds like thunder echoing across the sky vibrates the speakers. I see his hard dick twitch and I have to press my thighs tighter together.
“Is your pussy smooth, Sunny? I love running my tongue between wet, smooth, juicy lips. I like to drink it all up.”
I bite down painfully hard on my bottom lip, closing my eyes and nodding my head. The ache grows stronger and I gnash my teeth, desperate to stay quiet and wait until I’m alone to finish what King is starting.
“C’mon, Sunny. Play with me. You know you want to.” His fist squeezes and tugs on his dick and I can’t contain myself any longer.
I pull my feet up onto the chair and become frustrated when I struggle with sliding my hand up the inside of my shorts.
“Pull them down. Slide back and let me see. I want to see that pretty pussy grip around your fingers.”
“I don’t know, King. No one else can see this, right?” The thought of images of me, videos, being circulated over the internet makes me completely ill.
“This is all just for me, Sunny Girl. No one but you and I will ever know.”
My hands shake as I contemplate what to do, but the urge only intensifies. I look around the room to find the door is still closed and the blinds are drawn shut. I clamp my lids down tightly, suck in a deep breath, then slide my shorts down my legs.
You can do this, Soleil. You want this,I chant over and over until my courage builds and I give in.
