“Fuck, Corey,” I say as I hitthat spotagain and again. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’m close, Bex,” Corey groans.
“I’m almost there,” I moan.
The screen of my phone looks fuzzy; it’s hard to focus on watching Corey and on the precipice of pleasure coiling down below. I need something to push me over the edge, something—”
“Turn it, Bex,” Corey says, panting heavily. He’s sitting up closer to his phone, and I can see how close he is by the prominence of the veins on his shaft.
“What?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Turn the toy,” he says, biting his lip.
As I begin to twist the dildo inside of me, I wonder why he’s given me this instruction but then, “Holy shit, Corey. I’m coming!”
By turning the dildo upside down, the silicone balls slam against my clit with every thrust. It only takes a few thrusts before I hurtle into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had with a toy. I ride the waves of my orgasm, endless waves that seem to ebb between strong and stronger, and glance at my phone in time to see Corey erupt.
“Bex, fuck!” he cries out as ropes of thick, white come coat his chest and hand.
I roll onto my side, the dildo slipping out of my messy, wet cunt with ease. Corey drops his head back on the couch behind him, and I bite my lip, taking in his muscled, sated form. His chest heaves as he comes down from his release, his cock, still thick, laying across his stomach, twitching. Corey Brooks is the picture of post-orgasmic euphoria.
“Bex, that was… that was a first for me,” Corey says, his voice low.
“Really?” I ask incredulously.
“That was one of the hottest fucking experiences in my life—including my entire career.”
My cheeks flame with heat, and I nod in agreement. “I don’t have quite the same experience as you,” I say, “but I have to admit… it was incredibly erotic having you direct me, sir.”
Corey’s cock twitches at the word “sir” and he whines, “Have mercy on me, baby.”
We both laugh as our breathing returns to somewhat normal.
There’s a knock on Corey’s end of the line, and he sits up quickly, a brief expression of panic crossing his face. “Shit, I have to go.”
I sit up and wrap my arms across my chest and midsection. “Where are you?”
“Work,” Corey answers, blushing. “This was pretty risky but, fuck, Bex. You’re always worth it.” He picks up his phone with his clean left hand and holds it closer to his face. “I love… I loved doing this with you.”
A swoop of butterfly wings flutters through my stomach, and I’m not sure if it feels good or just unsettling.
“I loved this, too, Corey. I hope you have a good night.”
“Goodnight, Bex.” Corey gives me a devastatingly charming smirk before ending the call.
And somehow, even though tonight’s call was infinitely better than last night’s, I feel at a loss with whatever is truly going on with Corey.
Chapter 22
Bex
“What do you think of this color?” Britney asks, draping a bordeaux silk sheath dress over her body.
Both of us are off work today, so we’re browsing the shops at the Aria, looking for something that might be a fit for the Adult Film Awards in two weeks. And, as much as I love her, shopping with Britney always turns into shopping for Britney. I have yet to find anything even in my size, in these shops, but Brit has fallen in love with at least one item in every store.
I hum in approval. “Stunning. Especially with your hair.”
Britney does a shake of her head, her wavy auburn hair bouncing over her shoulders. “But is it, you know,too muchred?”
