Secret Surrender

Once he unhooked the clasp on his slacks, he moved his fingers to his fly and paused.

“I know how you like it slow,” he purred.

He slowly drew the zipper down and peeled the flaps of his pants back, exposing his dark boxer-briefs. Here it comes, I thought, my pulse beating quickly. He reached into the front opening, curled his fingers around the bulge hiding beneath, and pulled his cock into plain view. He released his hand and it stood erect on its own, the bulbous tip staring back at me, flushed with anger.

My hand flew to the base of my neck and my breath caught. How could a cock be so savage-looking and beautiful at once? And why was I getting so turned-on just by the sight of him?

I’d watched soft-core porn on a few occasions. While it was nice, it never became a habit. I didn’t think the visual stimulation was strong enough. However, watching Vincent undress and touch himself could change that opinion.

He raised the camera back to his face. “Your turn, Kristen.”

I gulped. He’d followed through on his part so now I had to. I started to wish the glass of water I’d brought to my bedroom had been spiked with alcohol. Prickles ran across my skin. Was it getting hotter in here again?

Nervously, my hands moved to the next button on my shirt and were preparing to undo it when he interrupted me.

“Do it on the bed.”

Okay. . . sure. . .

Pliant to his command, I straightened from my chair and padded softly to the bed. I tried a few different seductive positions, but couldn’t figure out one that I felt was both comfortable and sexy. I’d never done this before and it turned out to be harder than I anticipated. “How do you want me?”

“Kneel down on the bed with your knees apart. Straighten your hips. Don’t sit back on your heels.”

His instructions were oddly detailed and precise. I briefly wondered if he’d done this cyber-show thing before and if so, with who. But the impatience in his words didn’t give me a lot of time to think, instead they spurred my actions. He knew what he wanted from me and I was eager to please him.

I unbuttoned the next button, then the next. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it in an alluring way or not but I saw the desire in his face grow after each button was freed.

“You’re so beautiful, Kristen,” he said, as if reading my insecurity. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about. Everything you do is sexy.”

Finally I pulled my blouse away from my chest and then off my shoulders, intending to slip the garment from my arms.

“Easy. Take your time,” he said in a low rasp, eyes intense and unblinking. “Let me enjoy you.”

I slowly finished removing my shirt and dropped it to the bed beside me. My pulse was beating rapidly and my stomach was a bundle of coils. I was still in the kneeling position he liked but now only in my bra and shorts. How far was this going to go?

“You’re making me so hard, Kristen.”

Wasn’t he already hard? How could he be even harder? Curious to see my effect on him, I asked, “Can you show me?”

He aimed his camera downward and I saw his cock again. It was somehow firmer, longer, and more savage-looking than before. A faint trace of precum made the tip glisten. A surge of arousal ran through me.

He then adjusted the camera and scooted his chair backward so that both his face and lap were on screen.

“Can you see it? Can you see how hard you make me?” he growled. He brought one hand down to his lap and fisted his member. He began slowly stroking himself, eagerness making him forget to lube his palm. I was shocked he was masturbating in front of me. This wasn’t just a camera show anymore; this was turning into cyber-sex. Fast.

I’d always thought the idea was silly—two people telling each other what they’d like to be doing to the other and each performing the action on themselves. It seemed more masturbation than sex, which didn’t seem very appealing. But the deepening ache in my loins disagreed.

I’d never watched a guy jerk-off before and the sight of Vincent doing it, made me a little curious and a lot aroused. Although his strokes were slow and short, he was rougher with himself than I would be with him.

“I can see it.”

“Touch your tits as I touch my cock. Make me harder.”

Emboldened by the sight of his arousal, I began rubbing my breasts over the bra for him, pushing them up and squeezing them together in suggestive motions. It felt natural and sexy.

He grunted approval.

I reached across my chest and undid the clasp. I pulled the bra off and laid it gently on top of my blouse but covered my breasts with my hands.

“No hands, Kristen,” he commanded, impatience and lust dripping from his voice.

I was getting into this, not just turned-on but also having fun. I was doing something risky I’d never done before and I was beginning to see the appeal. It was making me bold in a way I’d never expected. Having Vincent giving me orders for his pleasure made me want to do the same for him.

“You first, Vincent. No hands.”

“What?” He continued pumping himself while drinking in the sight of me.

I wagged my finger playfully at him. “You heard me. No touching yourself until I say so.”

His fist stopped its motions and he furled his brows. “Why?”

I smiled. “I want to tease you like you enjoy teasing me.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

My smile widened. “You’re so melodramatic.”

“Damn it Kristen, you can’t expect me to watch you touching yourself and not allow me to jerk-off. That’s like putting a bone in front of a dog and asking him to sit still. It’s cruel.”

I was amused by his analogy. The image of Vincent Sorenson on a leash at my beck and call certainly had its appeal. “Be a good boy and you’ll get your reward. Okay?”

He grumbled then sighed heavily, his cock still hard as ever. “I don’t like it. . . but fine. I’ll do it for you.”

“Thank you.” Seeing him comply, I slowly removed my hands from across my chest, allowing my breasts to be fully exposed to the camera.

His jaw clenched and his cock twitched making me both fascinated and aroused by his male anatomy.

I began rubbing my breasts in circles, taking time to caress the hardened tips. I was feeling desirable from the yearning in his gaze.

Spotting the glass of water by my bedside, I reached over, pulled out an ice cube, and watched his eyes widen. The cold sensation between my fingers felt good in the warm air. I raised the cube to my chest and sucked in a deep breath when the cold touched my nipple. A surge of arousal heated my core and I squeezed my thighs together. I slowly circled the ice around the hardened tip, relishing the frigid bite on my fevered skin.

Vincent was chewing his bottom lip so hard I thought he’d draw blood. “You’re so seductive, Kristen. I’d give my own two thumbs just to taste you.”

He clenched his fists by his side, straining against the desire to touch himself. His discipline was admirable and his desperate desire was making me scorch.

“I want my tongue and mouth all over your breasts. I want to nibble gently on those hardened tits,” he grunted. “Pinch them for me.”

I placed the ice back in the glass and did as he asked, imagining Vincent’s sinful mouth in place of my hands. Soft moans escaped my lips as I pinched my nipples and tweaked them a little roughly like I knew he would do if he were here. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, voice straining with lust.

“So are you,” I cooed, seeing his palms on his thighs, fingernails digging into the skin in resistance. His usual calm expression looked tortured.

“You don’t know how difficult this is for me.”

“Never had to wait for something you wanted?”

“Never wanted anything so damn much.”

Still in the kneeling position Vincent liked, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid both the shorts and the panties underneath down. I had to lean back to kick them off giving him a full view of myself, which I knew he appreciated. Fully naked before the camera, I resumed the familiar kneeling position.

“Your body’s driving me insane.”

“What would you do if you were here? Right now?”

“I’d use my tongue to take care of that throbbing clit of yours. It needs special attention.”

I began rubbing easy circles around my clit with my fingers, imagining Vincent’s expert tongue on that sensitive spot. “Feels good, Vincent.”

“I can imagine it. The sweet taste of your cunt on my lips.” He licked his lips decadently. “My mouth’s watering just thinking about it. That’s what you do to me, Kristen.”

“Mmhmm. . . I like your mouth on me. It feels so good.” I increased the pace of my fingers on my clit.

“You’re so greedy. I see it in your eyes. I know you want more. Put two fingers inside yourself. That’s my tongue burying inside you.”

Without skipping a beat, I obeyed his command, thrusting two fingers into my wet, aching sex. “Ohhh, Vincent.” My other hand began rubbing my breasts. It was as much for his pleasure as it was for mine.

I wasn’t sure how long I was going to make him wait to pleasure himself. He looked like he was about to explode in more ways than one.

“You can touch yourself now, Vincent,” I said, breaths uneven. “I think I’ve teased you long enough.”

He gritted his teeth. “No. You need to come first. I have to see the look on your face when you come thinking about me. You’re going to come first, then we’re going to come together.”

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm approaching dangerously fast. I hadn’t even had one yet and he was telling me I was going to have two. I would’ve doubted my body could manage such a feat if Vincent hadn’t made me come twice in quick succession Monday night. The idea of having two orgasms made my mind swirl and the pleasure from my fingers intensified.