“Disappointed?” I scoff. “I just got to witness you fall apart, all from grinding up against me. I’m not disappointed. Am I going to go home and fuck myself in the shower? Yes, I am. And I’ll picture exactly how you looked when I do it. But I’m not disappointed that nothing else will happen. I will take what you give me and nothing more. If it’s just time on this dock, then so be it.”
“Film it,” She whispers.
“What?” I say, unsure I heard her correctly.
“I want to see you do it,” Even in the dark, I can see the color bloom on her cheeks, “Show me.”
I grab my phone from the pile of clothes, “Put your number in here.”
I watched Vanessa walk away and it was painful, to say the least.
And now I’m beneath the spray of the shower, the hot water cascading down my back while my phone records from the vanity, the camera pointing towards me as I pump my shaft with my hand, my grip firm as I picture every minute of ourencounter back in the water. I could still feel her grinding against me, her fingers biting into my flesh.
I hadn’t realized just how hard she was doing it until I looked in the mirror and saw the red, crescent shaped welts in my skin.
I play back her needy moans and whispered pleas, my own teeth clamped tight together as I try and draw out my own release, I don’t want to waste the fresh memory, don’t want to waste the music of her cries.
“Fuck,” I groan, head tipping towards the spray as I throw out a hand to steady myself, pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in my body.
“Ness,” Her name slips out of my lips, the memory of her so vivid, it’s as if we are back in the water, her body on mine, except in this fantasy I’m deep inside her pussy, the warmth of her squeezing every ounce of pleasure from my body.
She’d be tight and wet and inviting, and I’d lose myself in her over and over again as she sings so pretty beneath me.
On a long groan I lose myself to the fantasy, jerking my cock until I can’t take anymore, and my knees threaten to buckle.
Expelling a breath, I rest my brow against the hand resting on the tiles, my heart pounding something fierce inside my chest.
Flicking my eyes to the camera, I can’t help but let my mouth tug into a smile before it turns to a low chuckle that echoes through the bathroom.
Stepping from the water, I dry my hand on a towel and bring the phone closer, water dripping down my face as I grin into the camera, grin ather, “There you go, dirty girl.”
And then I shut off the camera, finish up my shower and lock myself in the room I’m using at Torin’s house.
The whole house is dark and quiet, sleeping, but that isn’t a surprise. It’s late and all Torin has done recently is drink and sleep, though I can’t blame him.
We are here for him, whenever he is ready to need it.
Dropping onto the mattress, phone in hand, I click open Vanessa’s contact and select the video before I send it to her.
The message is read instantly like she’s been waiting this whole time for this.
The video itself is relatively long so I’m not expecting a reply anytime soon, but I keep the screen on, eyes watching for the three little dots that would show her replying.
When they finally appear, I hold a breath and then they disappear almost immediately again before popping up once more.
Fuck, what was I doing? Acting like a damn kid waiting on their crush but do I stop watching? No, the fuck I do not.
I watch and I wait, seeing those dots pop up and disappear a further seven times before I finally get a reply.
My teeth snap shut, eyes unable to move away from the screen. It isn’t a message staring back at me, it’s her, spread out on a bed covered in pillows and blankets. A long tee covers her frame, and her head is thrown back, face hidden by the copious amounts of cushions but there’s no mistaking what she’s doing between her legs. While everything is still covered, her hand is beneath the white lacy material of her panties.
A message comes in a second later.
Ness: Fuck, that was hot. I couldn’t help myself.
Me: You’re killing me, trouble.
Ness: Well before you perish, Kolt, send me another. For the memories.
