I stared into his gaze, mesmerized by what I saw. He wasn’t just drinking in my image with those intense brown eyes; he was ravaging me in his thoughts and I could almost feel it.
“I’m getting close, Vincent,” I panted.
“I see it. Do it. But don’t close your eyes. Watch me as I watch you come.”
My fingers found a sensitive spot deep inside. They focused on that one area, increasing their pace as pleasure ripped through my body. I could feel myself approaching the edge fast, the force from Vincent’s gaze pushing me to a perilous cliff.
“Oh God!” My hand gripped my breast as my orgasm slammed into me. I watched him through tear-filled eyes; watched his dark gaze burrow into mine, his pained expression turn desolate. I heard him release a strangled cry as a bead of semen erupted from the tip of his cock. I thought he would reach to shield it but his hands remained obediently on his thighs. Left untouched, the cum trickled along the underside of his erection. It wasn’t a full release, but it was more than just precum.
It then occurred to me that he’d come without any touch—just the sight of me was enough.
“Jesus, Kristen. You see what you do to me? You see what you do to my god damn cock? You make me lose control.”
Still a little blurry-eyed, I said, “I see it, Vincent. It’s so hot. It’s making me want to touch myself again.” While still in my post-climax bliss, I began to rub my clit again. It was a little numb but it still felt good and the pleasure was getting better by the second.
He growled approval. “Don’t stop. I’m going to touch myself now. I’m going to imagine that sweet cunt of yours wrapping around me tightly.” He took his right hand and gathered the cum along the underside of his member and swirled it around the length of the shaft and the surface of the head for lubrication.
“This,” he said holding up his hand, fingers together and half-way curled with thumb across the top, “Can’t compare to you. But we’re both going to use our imaginations. Watch yourself sit on my lap. ”
He slowly brought the tunnel he made with his hand down to his lap where it hovered right above his erection. I watched with heated anticipation as the soft but firm opening gave a little as he slid his fist over the head, wrapping the girth tightly. The explicit image made my body recall how it felt to have him enter me for the first time. The size and fullness was mind-scrambling.
He wrapped his fingers around his member and began smoothly stroking himself while bucking his hips forward with each movement to penetrate the tight enclosure.
The detailed visual made it easier for me to imagine myself spread across his lap, eagerly bouncing up and down as I savored the delicious experience of being impaled by Vincent. I timed the thrusts of my fingers into myself with his strokes, making the situation seem more real.
As the pleasure grew, my knees began to fatigue so I leaned back, supporting my weight on one elbow with my legs spread wide.
“I like that position even better.” He grinned.
He continued pumping his cock at an insistent but leisurely pace, both of us enjoying the physical pleasure and visual stimulation. Our breathing was stuttered and we were both sweating.
I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the heat and dizzying eroticism so I reached over to my nightstand to take a sip from my glass of water.
“Getting hot?” he growled.
“You know it,” I panted, fingers still working inside my pussy. “Air conditioning broke earlier today.”
“What if you took some of that water and poured it on yourself?”
I giggled at his distinctly male suggestion. “And get my bed all wet? I’m all for your creative ideas but I think that one’s a little impractical. I don’t want to sleep in soggy sheets.”
“It combines my two favorite things. Water. And you.”
“I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Surprise me.”
I thought about what else I could do to stimulate him. Then I remembered I had my vibrator in my nightstand. Nobody except Riley knew I had it but after seeing Vincent pleasure himself, I felt comfortable showing it to him. I leaned over and pulled the smooth silver rod out.
I held it up for him. “This is smaller than you. But we’ll both use our imaginations,” I said, mimicking his words.
His pleasure-tortured expression became laced with fascination.
I switched the toy on and brought the buzzing tip to my entrance. Immediately, the vibrations on my sensitive folds surged through me, fueling my arousal. I used it to massage my clit for a little while then eager for a feeling of fullness, I thrust it inside myself. My head tilted back and I moaned. Cries of ecstasy escaped my throat, some coherent, some not, but I was sure I heard Vincent’s name several times.
“I guess this means I win the bet,” he said with dark lust, breaths heavy and fist pumping hard. Beads of sweat dotted his brows and a few strands of his wavy hair were matted to his cheeks. “You’re masturbating while thinking about me.”
“If you recall, I never took that bet,” I replied, barely able to catch my breath or my mind for that matter. I licked my lips because all the moaning had made them dry. “And if I did, I would’ve lost anyway when you called my work phone that day.”
“I knew it.” His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Your voice gets this tiny rasp when you’re turned-on.”
My face grew shamefully hot but embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop my hands from shoving the vibrator in and out of myself. If anything, it fueled the heat burning in my core. “No it doesn’t.”
But then I heard it.
“Just like that.” He laughed. Then abruptly groaned from the stimulation. “Just like that. . .” His voice trailed off in a whispered moan.
The erotic sound of his cries vibrated through me making me tremble and clench tighter around the silver cock inside me. Like before, I timed the thrusts of the toy with Vincent’s strokes. The pleasure was stronger than it was when I was using my fingers and I could already feel myself approaching another climax.
“Come for me, Kristen. I’m right there with you.”
Vincent’s strokes grew frantic and urgent and so did my thrusts. It was just me before, but now we were both now edging toward a cliff.
“Kristen, you’re making me lose it,” he cried.
The vibrations from his voice combined with the vibrations from the toy drove me over the edge. “Vincent, I’m coming!”
“Fuck Fuck Fuck.”
Right before my world darkened, I saw him desperately try to cup the tip of his cock with his hand and semen bursting violently from the gaps between his fingers onto his lap and keyboard. He howled a choked cry of both pain and relief as my eyes rolled back into my head from my own orgasm. I heard his heavy panting and soft groans through my speakers as I laid on the bed, feeling like I couldn’t move.
After a few minutes, he spoke. “Jesus, Kristen. I need to get a towel because of you. Maybe a new laptop.”
I’d recovered enough energy to prop myself halfway up. My limbs still felt wobbly but I was eager to look at him. I smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess I owe you one.”
“Don’t be. I’d buy a new laptop every day if I could see you touching yourself.”
“You’re so sweet.” I grinned.
“I don’t think Mr. Waddles approves of me anymore after what I had you do.”
I laughed and glanced at the plush puffin on my desk where I left him. Lifeless eyes hid recent trauma. “He’ll get over it. I enjoyed it. You might say I found the experience thrilling.”
Vincent winked at me then got up from his chair to grab a towel. I got a peek at his firm backside which made me consider going for round three, but my boneless body protested. I went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Moments later, Vincent returned to the screen in his boxer-briefs and began cleaning up the evidence of our session.
“So have you done this before?” I asked as I tugged on fresh pajamas and took a seat at my desk. “You know, this whole cyber sex thing?”
“This was a first for me. I wouldn’t take a risk like this unless it was worth it.”
“You could’ve fooled me, it sounded like you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Sometimes you just follow your instincts,” he said, smiling.
A yawn bubbled up to my mouth and I tried to stifle it with my hand.
“Are you going be able to sleep?” he asked. “I would’ve liked to be there to keep you warm, but unfortunately we’re apart.”
“I appreciate the thought but I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble falling asleep tonight.” My hand covered another yawn. “I think you wore me out.”
“I told you I can be very demanding.”
“If only I’d known what you meant back then at your office.”
“Would you still have agreed to be my point-of-contact?”
The corners of my lips rose. “I would’ve thought twice if I knew I’d be masturbating on camera for you a few weeks later. I don’t think I would’ve been so keen on that idea.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t know then.” He gave a sly grin then continued. “I can see that you’re tired. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up this weekend.”
I touched my fingers to my lips and then kissed the camera with it. “Night, Vincent.”
“Goodnight, Kristen.”
Chapter Four
After the intense video chat session the night before, Thursday was remarkably uneventful. Vincent had been tied up with business all day and night so we didn’t Skype again. He said he’d make it up to me by taking me somewhere special this weekend. After flying on his private jet to St. Thomas, I could only imagine what “special” meant.
Friday rolled around and I was excited because Vincent was returning to Manhattan. I’d been busy with research on a new lead for Carl. It was a woman who had recently made a fortune from creating a shoe that could easily change from heels to flats. It was one of those genius ideas that makes you slap your forehead and say, “Why didn’t I think of that?”