Page 16 of Wrapped Up in You
“Maybe.” Her tits come into view through the screen. Between her hand and the buzzing from a vibrator, I don’t even need to see the full effect. I can imagine it all too damn vividly.
“No maybe about it. Are you going to show me, or are we keeping this moment to ourselves?” I push for more while my own hand works at my belt. The clank of the buckle doesn’t deter her. She pulls more of the covers down. Full breasts, cherry-colored nipples, pointed and begging for attention. “Christ, you’re utter perfection, sweetheart. Open your eyes for me,” I tell her as more of her smooth, milky skin appears on the screen. I prop the phone up on the table next to the chair, needing both hands to give her a show as well.
“Is this what you want, Serena? You want to show me how you work your pretty little pussy with a vibrator, all the while hoping you had me sliding inside you? I remember how hard you came on my fingers, the way you like your clit played with, needing all of me.” I finish taking care of my pants. My cock is thick and hard by the time I get it out and fist the length.
“God, yes,” she mewls softly, body on full display now, hips lifting, tits moving with each deep breath, knees up, and feet helping push her close to the brink.
“Son of a bitch.” The pink-colored vibrator has a rabbit attachment, it laps at her wetness as she thrusts the toy in and out of herself.
“Crew.” I work my dick, gripping my shaft tighter than usual, trying to stave myself from spilling all over myself before she comes. My muscles tighten when her breathing intensifies, perspiration coats her skin, and my own is dripping from my temples. Though, mine is from holding back, whereas hers is from working her perfect body. “I wish this were you instead of a toy. I bet you’d stretch me, fill me up so full, rolling one orgasm into the next.”
“Fuck yeah, except I’d pull my dick out, wrap my lips around your clit, and suck on the tight little bundle of nerves. You’d grip the sides of my head with your thighs, keeping me from moving away. I’d have you coming with my mouth, and just as your body relaxed, I’d slam my cock so hard, you’d be gripping the sheets a lot like you are now.”
“So close. God, Crew. I’m so close.” My cock weeps, my balls draw up tight, the base of my spine fucking tingles, but I’ll be damned. I’ll be so goddamned if I come before her.
“Come for me, Serena. Give me the prettiest sight I could ever ask for.” Her body shivers right as her muscles pull tight. Eyes close again, head pushed back on the pillow, and I watch as her orgasm takes ahold of her.
“Crew.” My name coming from her in a whisper-soft manner nearly throws me over the edge once again. Instead, I take my hand off my dick, giving it some breathing space until her eyes open and she can watch me like I watched her.
It takes her a moment to come down from the high of her orgasm, chest heaving and body alight with goose bumps. Whenmy eyes sweep along the length of her body, I notice the toy between her legs has slid from her pussy a bit. She’s wet, red, and only the tip is slipped inside. It’s hot as fuck, just like the rest of her. The way she is right now, it’s undeniable, but when she’s clothed, laughing, smiling, it’s even hotter. But honestly, how her brain works, her work ethic, it makes it hard to choose which way I prefer her most.
“Serena, sweetheart. I want you to watch me as I come for you this time.” She doesn’t open her eyes like I expect. Instead, I get a small smile and a wiggle of her body. “All you have to do is open your eyes. It’s only fair. I got to see you, and now it’s your time to see me.” I groan, one hand going to my balls, rolling them with my fingers as the other glides up and down my length, using my precum as lubrication. “If you were here right now, I’d have you on your knees, your mouth on my cock, and you’d be swallowing me until you couldn’t. But since you’re not, this is what I’m imagining.”
She takes over from there, “I’d lick you from root to tip, starting from the underside, going up and down. My hand would be cupping your balls, rolling them around, while my other hand digs into your firm thigh. The need to taste you, to watch you lose control. God, Crew, please let me do this for you, and soon.”
“Any time you want me, any way you want me, sweetheart. You can have me.” I keep up the movements. Serena’s eyes lock on my cock, she licks her lips, and I have to take a deep breath.
“I’d take you so deep. You’d hold the back of my head, and I’d swallow. God, I’d swallow all of you, every last drop.” That tips me over.
“Serena.” I grunt with each pulse that rolls through me. Holding back is no longer possible, and I let my orgasm take me under.
“I can see the appeal in watching me come now, especially after that. Promise me next time we’re in the same room, neitherof us in clothes, and maybe instead of just your fingers, I can have the real thing?” she asks, but it’s more than that. Serena is telling me what she wants, and I’m more than willing to give her everything.
“Yeah, sweetheart. We can do that.”
“When?” She sits up and swings her legs over the edge of her bed. Damn if my cock doesn’t attempt to perk up again.
“Tomorrow night, I’ll be at your place after work since Mackie will be with you.” I should clean up the mess I created, except I’m too busy watching Serena move around her room, phone in hand, not caring about being in the nude.
“I’ll make dinner, and I’ll give you a key in case I’m out walking Mackie when you get here,” she replies, covering her mouth as she yawns.
“Sounds like a plan. Get some rest, and I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart.” We finish saying our goodbyes. She’s hesitant to do so, and me trying to do the right thing to let her sleep is a prolonged process. By the time we hang up, she’s in bed, nearly asleep.
12
CREW
“You good so far?” I ask Serena the next day. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to meet her in the parking garage and walk with her into the building. Then I thought better of it, hearing her say no because of a question I asked and already knew the answer to would be stupid. There’s also the fact that she has something to prove. Todd’s her uncle, and while she blew my self-imposed rules out of the water, that still doesn’t mean the agreement we came to makes it any fucking easier.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” She looks up from her place at the makeshift desk I had brought in here. As much as I liked hovering behind her or near her, it meant that getting work done became impossible.
“Well, the way your tongue is peeking out, it’s clear you’re deep in thought. Only making sure you don’t need help with anything.” My phone keeps going off in my pocket, and I’m about to answer the incessant buzzing. With my group of friends, they’ll keep me busy for entirely too fucking long. It’ll only get worse if you don’t respond. They’ll tag you in the group message thread, which then double alerts you.
“I’m good. Trying to get a certain angle. Do you mind if I pop in a headphone? Sometimes music helps me.” She shrugs her shoulders, probably trying to nail a dimension without my input.
“Not at all. Do whatever you need, sweetheart.” I bend down to kiss the crown of her head, keeping an eye on the doorway. It’s cracked, but in this place, it doesn’t matter. People barge in without knocking on the regular. The work order I put in last week is in the works, and by tomorrow, a new lock should be in place, this one courtesy of Jude. It’ll be one that you can only unlock with a touch of a fingerprint. The people I choose to have access to will be logged in the system. Todd will be excluded from that list.
“Thanks, it shouldn’t take me too much longer.”
