I pressed the camera button and lowered the phone between my legs. I swallowed as I lifted my foot onto the bed and held the button to record. I slid my finger into my pussy, and pulled it out at the same speed he’d jerked himself. I fingered myself, watching my finger disappear to the knuckle. I moaned and hoped he would love it when he played my Snarl. The image of him tugging on his cock as he watched me finger myself had me picking up speed.
“Oh,” I whimpered as I spread my legs wider. I was so wet, the squelching sounds of my arousal filled the room and I groaned. I needed—the Snarl ended.
“Dammit,” I cursed, pulling my fingers out and closing my legs. If I continued, I’d come before him. He clicked on my Snarl the second it sent and my thighs clenched as I waited. Three dots flickered—he was typing.
Dane: Gods. Your pussy isso. fucking. sexy.
Me: You think so? I think your cock is the biggest I’ve seen.
Dane: Yeah?
Me: Hell yeah.
Dane: Mm… I need you to use two fingers when you fuck yourself. I’m at least four fingers side by side. I need you to be able to take me when we see each other. Can you do that for me?
He was lewd and I loved it. I’d never met a man who was notonly the same as my book boyfriends, but talked to me the same. I had recently started reading again after years of not being allowed to. It was as if Dane had jumped off the page and was coming for me. He said all the yummy sinful things.Wait. Did he say what I think he did? Four fingers side by side?!
I lifted my fingers in front of me and lined them up, closing the space between them. My jaw dropped.There was no way he was this thick.My ex hadn’t been this big and just like that disgust filled me. I closed my eyes tight and took deep breaths. But a part of me felt giddy knowing Dane was bigger than him. The three dots popped up again.
Dane: I hope I didn’t scare you away…
Me: You definitely scared me, but I’m not running. I knew you were big, but… that’s…
Dane: ??
Another Snarl came in and I clicked on it hungrily. My eyes locked on the screen as my legs fell open. My fingers found my sensitive nub and I twitched. I swallowed as I did what he said and pushed two fingers in. I wanted to go slow but I copied the pace that he set in his video. I thrust my fingers in to the knuckle and groaned as I took it. I pushed my hips forward until I was at the edge of the bed. Any more and I’d fall off.
I watched as he jerked himself off, my name on his lips as his muscular thighs flexed. His hand clenched around his cock and he lifted his hips. With every stroke of his hand, he thrust up into his fist and I moaned. But my gaze caught on something new, something terrifying yet beautiful: the massive, hard swell at the base of his shaft. An Alpha knot. The first I’d ever seen. The sight stole my breath, a cold flash of vertigo hitting me. My body knew what that was before my brain could name it. It was too much. It was impossible. Yet, as I watched the base throb, aterrifying ache bloomed deep within me, a hollow space crying out to be filled by exactly that much violence. My vision swam, blurred by a sudden, frantic need—and then the screen went black. The Snarl ended. I cursed the darkness and stabbed the replay button with trembling fingers.
I angled the phone and hit the camera button to record. I was a whimpering mess as I fingered myself to him. The veins in his cock, the darker pink of his knot, the way the tattoos on his stomach grew taut as he flexed his abdomen. My fingers moved fast and hard as I fucked myself as I imagined it was him. “Yes, right there, Dane. Fuck me with your big, fat, cock,” I moaned. I came, my body twitched as I continued sliding my fingers in and out. I knew he’d like this. He’d chase his orgasm as he watched me clench around my fingers, my fingers glistening with cum. I was breathing heavily but didn’t care. I pulled my fingers out and got a close up of my pussy lips and the mole above my clit. I sent it and he opened it automatically.
A few moments later, a new Snarl appeared, and I watched as he fucked his fist. His groan echoed off the walls as he called me a good girl and told me my pussy gripped his cock like it didn’t want to let go. I moaned as his husky voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket and sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he pumped his muscular hips faster, harder, and his hand clenched his cock like a glove. His knot throbbed and he cursed as he came. I licked my lips as I watched it spurt from his tip. It shot out like a firehose and oozed down his length like lava. When the Snarl closed, the chat opened and there was one sentence. I swallowed and knew I could never meet him in person. He wouldn’t be good for my heart.
Dane: You’re fucking perfect.
What a way to end the night.
His avatar vanished, leaving me staring at my own reflection in the black glass. Just like that, the connection was severed, clean, clinical, and exactly what I’d asked for. The idea of ‘more’—of dates, feelings, a man knowing my name—was a door I’d barred and deadbolted. Panic still flared at the mere suggestion of an anchor. Dane was a ghost in the machine, a temporary storm, and as my breathing finally slowed, the silence of the room felt a little less heavy. It was a terrifying irony: how sex with a man I’d never met felt more real than the six years I’d spent shackled.
No, no, no. I would not go there.
Biting my lip, I fell back on the bed, naked, but thoroughly pleased. I giggled to myself, closing my eyes as I sighed. I hadn’t sexted since OA days. Dane was hot. I didn’t have to lie to myself about that. I wouldn’t lethimruin this moment. It was the first good one I’d had in a long fucking time.
My phone vibrated, and I scooped it up, holding it to the sky. As if he was still on the other end of my fate string, dread washed over me as I saw his name. He’d been blocked, but a part of me didn’t want to remember that I had unblocked him to snoop. My Omega instincts preened. That annoying voice whispered he hadn’t forgotten me. I tamped it down, answered the call, and brought it to my ear. My hands were clammy and my heart roared in my ears as I held my breath. I remained silent as loud music blared in the background. He shushed someone and there was a giggle.
“Vee?” he asked, voice thick. He was drunk. My heart exploded and my eyes watered with a familiar ache. His voice soothed and tore my chest open all at once; no one had ever hurt me as much as he had.
“Mm,” I choked.
“Are you sleeping?” He rasped.
“No,” I answered curtly as a tear escaped and slowly tracked down my cheek.
“I need a favor,” he hummed. I hated the way he talked to me as if everything was normal. Like he could call me on a Friday night and make demands. No biggie.
“What do you want?” I asked, forcing the words from my throat.
“Can you do it, or not?” He huffed. As if I was the one burdening him. He just waltzed into my life, and I had no say in it.
