“Dare, baby,” I tell her, grinning.
“Turn your camera on.”
“I’ll do you one better since you’ve been such a good girl.” My cock’s getting just as tired of the game as she is. I tug my sweats down, sitting up straighter and repositioning my laptop so she won’t be able to see my face.
She moans as soon as I give the site camera permissions. “I should’ve known you’d have a hairy chest.”
I bark out a laugh. I expected a comment on my dick—which was literally begging for her attention, probably the hardest it’s ever been. “Is that good or bad?”
“Good,” she assures me, her fingers reaching down between her legs.
I tsk and her hand twitches before it continues its path defiantly. “Didn’t say you could touch yourself yet.” And then, because I’m a bit of an asshole, I spit on my hand and wrap it around my cock because I don’t need permission like she does.
“Well, I’ve gotta do something to stay turned on. Your pencil cock isn’t really doing it for me.” Her fingers play with the neatly-trimmed curls on her mound, a clear test of boundaries. She obviously wants to behave, but she doesn’t want me to know she actually likes being bossed around.
“Oh, really?” I ask, amused. We both know I don’t have a pencil cock.
I’m having more fun arguing back and forth with a bratty cam girl than I’ve had in months. In years, actually. That’s probably sad as fuck if I really stopped to think about it.
It’s just nice not being pulled in a hundred different directions for once; not worrying over tomorrow’s to do list.
She hums and I grin wider. “Touch your pussy, baby. I like it better when you’re desperate to come. You’re so sweet and obedient.”
“Yes, daddy,” she says in a sickly sweet tone, not taking the bait. Her fingers stay right where they are. She’s still trying to act unaffected.
“Not my thing,” I tell her, holding back my grimace. Unfortunately, I knew it was something my brother was into, so I couldn’t judge, but it wasn’t a name I’d ever answer to. Honestly, I wish I didn’t know Jamie did.
“Damn,” she complains half-heartedly. I push spit through my lips to fall on my cock and her breath hitches at the sight. She leans back against her headboard and finally slips her fingers down to circle her clit.
“That’s it, baby, get comfortable for me. You’re so fucking sexy like this. You want one of your toys, or will your fingers do?” I ask her, sort of hoping she just wants her fingers. I don’t have an issue with toys in the bedroom, but something about her coming from her fingers alone makes it feel less performative, like I can pretend it’s just for me.
“Fingers,” she agrees, voice all breathy.
The sound of it goes straight to my cock and I have to stop stroking for a second just to squeeze. She’s so fucking sweetwhen she gives in. “Spit on them,” I tell her, guessing she also has a bit of a spit kink.
Her hand disappears from view and I can’t see or hear her obeying me, but the way her fingers are cupped when they come back into view and return to her clit tell me she must have.
Loosening my grip on my cock into something a little less punishing, I start stroking myself again, groaning at the friction. I catch more spit on my fingers and work it up and down my shaft slowly. “Use your other hand to play with your nipple, baby.”
She obeys this command without hesitation, barely even strumming her thumb over it. Still, she whimpers desperately and my thighs get that tightening feeling I’ve been trying to delay. “Fuck, are they that sensitive?”
“Touch yourself,” she begs, ignoring my question. She’s clearly beyond the ability to focus on anything but her need to come, and I’m grateful as hell for it.
An amused huff leaves me. “I am, baby.” I wish I could see her eyes, wish I knew if she’d closed them in pleasure already or if she was still watching me.
This is torture. I don’t want to miss a single second of how pretty she is when she gets all sweet and breathy like this, but if I keep watching her, I’m gonna make a fool of myself.
“Touch yourself more,” she amends, just as needily. “I don’t wanna come alone.”
“You won’t,” I promise her quickly, voice gravelly. “I’m right there, baby. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
She moans at that and I’m glad she’s into it because I haven’t been this quick on the trigger since I was a teenager. Her fingers speed up on her clit and her breasts heave as her breaths start coming quicker. She strums her thumb over her nipple again and keens.
My balls tighten and I realize I’m quickly hurtling towards the point where I won’t be able to stop myself no matter howtight I grip my cock. “You gonna come for me, baby?” My voice is absolutely wrecked, desperate.
“Yeah,” she says with a whiny lilt that sends me spiraling.
“Fuck, Red.” I give up on holding back my orgasm, jerking my cock until I’m growling. The first rope of cum hits my collarbone.
