"Oh, man," he growls, his voice dripping with want and desire.
"This is so fucking hot," I moan, bouncing up and down on the dildo, my slicked-up hand clamping down around my swollen cock.
"Are you jerking yourself off?" Kip asks after a few seconds.
He must've heard the sound. God, he's attentive. I fucking love that.
"I am."
"And are you still looking at yourself?"
"Yes," I pant.
"That's good. Keep going with everything you're doing, and just…be free, Darby. If you want to be quiet, be quiet. If you want to make some noise, make as much as you like."
My jaw slackens, and a string of incoherent noises spill out of me, along with a few cries ofholy shitandthis feels so good.
This is by far the wildest moment of my life. Nothing else even comes close. I pound that dildo into my ass, fisting my cock faster and faster, and as I stare at myself in the mirror, I feel it.
Freedom.
From shame.
From worry.
From caring about what anyone else thinks.
I am consumed by nothing else but this moment and the physical and visual sensations swirling around me, inside me, connecting me to myself in a way I never knew was possible.
"I'm getting close," I breathe out.
"Come for me," Kip commands, his voice sinking impossibly low. "And when you do?"
"Yeah?" I pant, that telltale tingle tickling my balls.
"I want you to say my name."
"Yeah, yeah. I'd love that. Oh, shit. I'm gonna come, Kip. I'm gonna come."
"Do it," Kips growls. "Come for me."
My legs start shaking as the first crest of pleasure washes over me. "I'm coming, I'm coming, Kip. I'm coming for you."
And then I let out a primal scream as torrents of ecstasy tear through my body, bursting apart all my inhibitions and forever changing some deeply entrenched, fundamental part of who I am.
11
Kip
The echoes of my Darby screaming my name are still bouncing off the walls when my phone rings.
As tempted as I was to jerk off during what we just did, I didn't. Instead, I got as close as I physically could to the door, practically making love to it, and gave him all of my focus and attention.
Which is why I'm a little surprised when I answer the call and sound like I've just swum fifty laps in the pool.
It's Mitch.
He tells me the principals have just left and he's on his way over. Normally, I'd rib him for using fancy protection jargon when he could've just said Taylor and Travis, but I'm too affected by what just happened.
