Please.The sound of that plea was enough for me to sink the silicone toy into myself and let out a gasping moan. I knew he could hear me on the other side of the door, and I didn’t care. This was the closest I could get to having what I wanted without jeopardizing my sister.
“I can hear you,” he continued, his voice cracking. “I can hear every little breath you take, every sound you’re trying not to make. And I’m standing out here like a fucking idiot—hard as hell—because I know exactly what you look like right now.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I moved the toy within myself and let out another moan. “Ivan.”
“Are you trying to break me?”
I bit down on my lip as another wave of pleasure rippled through me. My fingers tightened around the toy, my hips lifting instinctively, chasing more. I was already so close—too close—and the sound of his voice, ruined and raw, had me teetering on the edge.
“You’re the one at my door,” I panted. “Listening.”
A harsh exhale shuddered through the wood between us.
“You’re moaning my name,” he fired back, voice shaking. “What the hell do you expect me to do?”
I pressed the toy deeper, and my back arched off of the bed.
“Maybe,” I breathed, “I want you to feel it.”
Something shifted against the door. “What would you do if I told you that I wasfeelingit?”
Another moan escaped me. “What does that mean?” I had a small inkling as to what he was hinting at.
“That I have my cock out, in my hand, listening to you.”
“You didn’t take care of yourself in the shower?” I could barely get the words out. My hands shook as I continued to fuck myself to the thought of him on the other side of the door.
“I can’t,” he swore. “I can’t get off to myself anymore. You’re the only thing that does it for me and right now…”
I whimpered—helplessly—because the way he saidright nowwas almost enough to make me lose it on the spot. I shoved the toy into myself faster and almost lost myself in the feeling and sound of him.
“Right now,” he said again, “I’m imagining your legsopen. I’m imagining that toy disappearing inside you. I’m imagining—fuck—your head thrown back while you moan my name.”
“Ivan—”
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and let the truth spill out in a gasp. “I’m— I’m sliding the toy inside me, faster?—“
He groaned—a raw, choked sound that did something feral to my insides.
“Poppy,” he rasped, “you’re going to fucking kill me.”
My hips lifted off the bed again, chasing the angle, chasing more. “You said you wanted to hear it.”
“And I do,” he said, low and sharp. “But fuck—if I could see you? If I could put my hands on you? If I could put my cock where that toy is right now?—”
My pussy clenched so hard around the silicone I saw stars.
“Ivan,” I gasped.
Another tap against the door—soft this time, like he was leaning his forehead to it, like he was barely holding himself up.
“I want to open this door,” he whispered. “I want to walk in there, take that toy out of you, and make you fall apart on my cock instead. Do you know how insane that makes me?”
His admission made my entire body throb. I wanted that more than anything. I reached down with my other hand and circled my aching clit with my fingertips as I continued to fuck myselfwith the toy.
“I want that more than anything else.”
