Wildcat: What would you do if I didn’t stay quiet?
CJP: Hmm. Well, I have no problem sharing your sweet cries, Wildcat, but any excuse to spank your perfect ass…
Wildcat: You like to share?
CJP: Your body? Absolutely fucking not. But I’d love an audience while I fucked you, showing every man in the room that they can look but can’t touch.
Wildcat: I didn’t know you had an exhibitionism kink…
CJP: There’s a lot you don’t know about me.
Like the fact I’m your brother’s best friend.
For obvious reasons I push that fact to the back of my mind as I jerk my cock in rough pumps. I’m fucking desperate to make good on my promise and cover her in my release.
Wildcat: Like what? Tell me the filthiest thing you would do to me.
I smirk down at my phone, and a rough chuckle escapes my throat.
Where do I start?
FIVE
LEXI
There’s something about talking to him that makes me bold.
I mean, sure, creating spicy content for random people on the internet is pretty bold, but that’s just about the only thing I’ve ever done that can be described that way.
And the only person I step out of my comfort zone with is CJP.
God, I wish I knew his real name.
I could probably find out if I really wanted to. Hell, I could probably just ask him and he’d tell me. The guy is an open book. I’m just too afraid to flip to the next page.
Which is just the story of my life, if I’m honest.
I watch with rapt attention as the three little dots bounce, my heart beating harder than it has any right to, waiting for his response while my fingers move through the wetness between my thighs.
God, I’m so fucking turned on.
The scene we’ve painted has me far more interested than it should, but the idea that he would have no problem fucking me in front of other people so long as they didn’t touch me?
I just about came when I read the message.
CJP: I don’t think you’re ready for the filthiest corners of my mind when it comes to you, Wildcat. But I won’t leave you hanging. I’d start us off slow. Maybe using you while your subscribers watch a live feed. I bet they’d get off on how hard you’d come with my cock buried in your pretty cunt and completely at my mercy.
CJP: Then we’d graduate to a long drive on a beautiful day. I’d have your head in my lap, your mouth warming my cock while I use my free hand to play with your pussy on display for anyone we pass. But you wouldn’t be allowed to come. I’d hold you on the edge until you were a begging mess, your makeup smeared down your cheeks, the car seats permanently smelling of you, and only then would I pull over and bend you over the hood of the car where anyone could watch me forcing orgasm after orgasm from you, and after being denied for so long, you’d get off on the idea of being caught.
Holy fuck. This should not be this hot, but it is.
Maybe I have an exhibitionism kink as well.
CJP: Every time we’d leave the house, I’d have you plugged, a constant reminder of the fact I could take you anytime I want. Sometimes you’d have a remote-controlled vibrator buried in your pussy, and I’d turn it on whenever I pleased, but of course you wouldn’t be allowed to come without permission.
CJP: And then I’d take you to a sex club, somewhere we could draw a real crowd with your perfect body. I’d tie you to a bench, facing the crowd, and slowly wind you up. Force you to choke on my cock while I hold a vibrator against your throbbing clit, but the settings would be too low for you to come. It wouldn’t be until you’d begged and pleaded that you’d finally be allowed to come with my cock buried inside your pussy and your ass plugged, ready for me to fuck next.
I come.
