This is the single hottest experience of my life, which is saying something considering what I do for a living, but as much as I’m loving every second, I’m also fucking desperate for him. His words have me so close to the edge I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to stop myself from coming.
LoverNotAFighter: Look at how wet you are.
LAGuy: Fuck yourself hard.
YourMan64: I want to see you ride it. Get on your hands and knees and grind that pussy on it.
As much as I would love to do just that, I don’t have the setup I need to make it happen, including the necessary toys needed.
“Not today. But maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll set that up for next week.”
I flick a look at Colten, and he gives me a nod, as if he’s completely on board with that plan.
Which would mean this isn’t a one-time thing.
I’ll just go ahead and add that to the million and one questions I have for when we get off this live.
“Go ahead, Wildcat. Turn the vibrator up and fuck yourself with it. Let me see how hard you want me to fuck you.”
I shift against the mattress, getting myself in a slightly better position to do as he’s told me. I flick the settings up a couple of notches before dragging the toy out and plunging it back inside myself again.
Over and over again, my speed increases with each thrust while my hips rise of their own accord, desperate for the release that’s so close, and yet it’s not mine to take.
It’s Colton’s.
“Jesus Christ, Wildcat. You’re so fucking pretty, your body flushed with need, your pussy taking everything you’re giving her, your moans and whines. You’re everything.”
I press my eyes closed, forcing my release down even as his words drag me closer to it.
How am I supposed to deny myself when his mouth is so filthy?
I’m starting to think I could probably come from his words alone.
A thought niggles at the back of my mind.
Where did CJP go? He hasn’t said anything that I’ve seen since Colten came into the room. Or maybe I’m just too distracted now that I have a different kind of audience.
I swallow down the guilt that thought brings with it.
He’s a stranger on the internet. I owe him nothing.
Colten is apparently my perfect match. This is where I should be, not lusting after someone that I’ve never met, that I’ve never even seen a photo of.
LoverNotAFighter: Come for us, baby.
LAGuy: My cock is chafing I’ve been pumping it so long.
DanTheSnack: If I wait another moment to come, I’m pretty sure my balls are going to explode.
“You ready to come, Wildcat?” Colten’s voice pulls my attention to where he’s stroking his cock in rough pumps. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, the evidence of his own restraint plain for me to see.
I nod, because even if I could speak right now, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing but nonsensical begging.
“Come.”
Every muscle in my body seizes at the single word, and a moment later I’m falling over the edge into an orgasm that steals the breath from my lungs.
I try to keep my movements steady, to drag out every ounce of release I can, but it’s useless.
