Using my other hand, I stroke the skin just above the elastic waist of my pajama bottoms. Imagining it’s Olly’s touch driving me wild, I shove the fabric aside and slide my fingers down.
Hot, sensitive flesh flutters beneath my touch—so wet and puffy.
Olly lets out a low moan, almost like he can see what I’m doing. I feel dirty, naughty, and insanely aroused, touching myself in secret while watching my own personal porn show.
Olly’s cock is brutal as it thrusts, so thick and perfect, making me want what I shouldn’t. I’m too on edge, too needy to think about how unprofessional I’m acting.
My fingers mimic his movements—pushing and pulling, curling and stroking—trying to get me to that same edge his pumps seek.
But it’s not enough. I need to feel stretched and used. Olly is right; I need a messy fuck that makes my toes curl and my pussy weep.
But I’m in bed, alone, as usual.
Pushing the ache in my chest aside, I reach into my bedside table, pull out my favorite purple toy, and switch it on. The vibrations are loud… too loud.
Quickly, I shove it beneath my pajamas to muffle the sound.
Olly’s movements become more frantic, the screen wobbling, but his cock is still clear enough for me to focus on.
“Lacey.” My name on his tongue is kindling to the fire scorching my insides. The coils in my belly splinter, threatening to crack and send me into oblivion. “Are you watching?”
“Yes.” My voice catches at the end as I swirl the toy around my clit, pretending it’s the swollen tip of Olly’s cock.
“You want this?” He punctuates his question with a thrust, his hips punching faster, the smack of skin on skin louder. “You want my cum?”
I nod, pretending he is talking to me, that it’s my body driving him to the edge. I line up the head of the fake cock at my entrance, and as Olly thrusts, I push.
Pleasure tingles beneath my skin and sprints like lightning through my nerves as I work the rigid toy in and out, stroke for stroke, in time with Olly’s fucking.
“Are you ready for my cum?” He growls again at his lover. “I want to give it to you.”
Yes. I want it all over me.
His lover’s hips spasm and muffled groans hint at his release.
“Fuck.” Olly thrusts forward, then pulls his cock out.
Ripping off the condom, he reveals his cock in all its naked glory—fat, pulsing, and ready to burst.
Olly grips the base with his free hand and tugs it up and down in a frantic rhythm.
My hand matches his speed, pushing the toy deep into my slick hole, fucking myself like I wish Olly would.
He jerks his fist up once, twice, and ropes of cream shoot out of the slit, coating his lover’s back.
The sight of my best friend coming apart sends me over the edge. The dopamine flooding my system ignores reality andconsequences for later. My thighs clamp around my hand as white-hot sparks burst beneath my clit in a fiery explosion.
I grab a pillow and slam it onto my face to smother my desperate sob as my hips convulse.
The orgasm rolls through me until I’m a panting, sweaty mess.
“Lacey.” Olly’s voice is muffled, the phone face down on the comforter beside me.
I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart as I reach for it. “Yeah.”
His face appears on the screen, dark strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes glazed with that post-orgasm glow. “Turn on the camera.”
My heart flies into my throat. I’m flushed and sweaty and look like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life.
