“Turn around,” he rasps, his hand moving out of the camera frame.
I bend slightly so the shorts ride up on my cheeks. I give him a teasing jelly roll and shoot a warning over my shoulder. “You better not be recording this.”
“I’m not. My hand’s busy.”
“Let me see.”
He tilts the camera, showing his hand buried in the front of his sweats.
“Take ’em off. And your tank too.”
As he strips, I drink in every flex of his chest, every ripple of his abs, the thick length of his gorgeous cock. He leans back, camera angled just right—face, chest, powerful thighs, and his hand wrapped tightly around the base.
“How far you wanna go, Web?”
“All the way.”
“Then lube up that plug.” His demand is low and husky. “Let me watch you take it.”
Ooh, so we’re playing that game. I go to my bedroom, quickly undress, slick the toy, and kneel on the bed with my back to the camera. I work it into my rosebud nice and slow, moaning as the pressure hits the right spot.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “Lie back and open those legs. I wanna see every drop while you make yourself come.”
This is my first cybersex experience. But with Dice, there’s no hesitation. No shame. Just trust and heat. I do as he says, knees bent,thighs spread wide. One hand tugging my nipple, the other circling my clit.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice is like velvet over gravel. “I could come just from watching you.” He taps the app and sends the toy buzzing to life.
My back arches. “Oh God, Dice. I wish you were here.”
“Me too. I’d lick you all over. Your pussy, your ass—everywhere.”
He strokes faster, cupping his balls, groaning like he’s torn between agony and heaven.
“I want to ride you. Feel you under me… over me… inside me.” I thrust two fingers into my pussy. “I want you fucking me so deep I can feel it in my throat.”
“Christ, I’m about to blow,” he rasps, his chest rising with hard breaths.
I get there first. My body trembles, a cry ripping from my lips as my orgasm crashes through me like heat and lightning. I ride it out, hips bucking, watching his hand jack up and down in a rapid blur. Then he shudders as thick ropes streak his stomach. My name is like a sound of surrender.
“You’re so hot and sexy,” I whisper.
“All for you,” he murmurs, still pumping his cock through the aftershocks. “Fuck, Web. I need you.”
I smile, then kiss close to the screen. “Next Sunday, Jones.”
“Can’t wait.” He looks into the camera, eyes half-open. “I love you, baby.”
Those words never fail to stir something deep in my chest, like food for the soul. “I love you, too.”
We linger a little longer before saying good night. I go clean up, heart full, body blissed out, already counting the hours until we can do more than just watch.
Chapter Forty
Dice
Welcome to New York.
I’m thirty thousand feet in the air. New York City bound after nearly two weeks of keeping the emotional connection strong and the video sex spicy, refusing to let distance wedge itself between us. We even had a movie date.Jackie Brown. Quoting lines back and forth like we used to. Old times with something new.
