I didn’t have a laptop, so maybe just good old-fashioned phone sex? I was pretty sure Alistair would want to see what I was doing, though…
Oh! My tablet!
I grabbed it from my nightstand and initiated a video chat with Alistair—who answered on the second ring, obviously anticipating the call.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. He was shirtless, that perfect hairy dad bod on display while he lounged against a pile of pillows.
“Hi there.”
Alistair repositioned himself, giving me a better view of his body. He wasn’t just shirtless—he was naked, with nothing but a thin sheet covering his lower half.
My eyes snapped to the bulge of his cock, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“See something you like?” he asked with a sensual laugh.
I nodded. “Mhmm.”
“I want you to do what I ask. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”
Holy shit.
He was some sort of reincarnated sex god. I was sure of it.
“I think I can handle that.”
“Get off the bed.”
I moved slowly, doing my best to seem calm and collected, but on the inside, my heart was pounding.
I wanted to feel him, fuck him, please him. Scream his name. Take his cock and his cum again and again. He was in charge, and I enjoyed being at his mercy.
Standing in front of my tablet, I awaited his next instruction.
Alistair smirked and smoothed his thumb over his lip, drawing out the silence between us. “Undress. I want all of it off.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I shimmed out of my jeans, taking my underwear with them, then pulled my sweater over my head.
“Gods damn,” he groaned at the sight of me in nothing but my bra. His hand traveled down his stomach and disappeared beneath the sheet.
Even with the red lines streaked around my waist from my tight jeans, the pooch of my stomach—Alistair still found me attractive. He could have anyone he wanted, and despite the distance and the difficulties that came along with it, he chose me over anyone else.
To him,I was worth it.
And I was finally starting to believe that myself.
He stared at me intently, waiting for me to comply and ruffling the sheet with what I assumed were slow strokes of his cock. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Pam,” he breathed. His eyes fluttered closed for a second before snapping open to take me in again.
Being the center of his attention fueled my confidence. Pushing back my shoulders and forcing my chest out, I gave both my nipples a little pinch. Hard enough for me to suck in a breath.
Alistair grinned. “Did that feel good?”.
“Yes.” But not nearly as good as it would have felt if it were his fingers doing the pinching.
“Get up on the bed.”
