I don’t tell him. I show him, perching up on my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. He leans down to meet me halfway, gently pushing his tongue into my mouth while both of his hands grip my ass and hold me closer. I feel his erection growing between us and all I want to do is rip his pants off. It’s been a long ten days and all the texts with Vaughn did not help. My pussy is aching and I can’t wait anymore. I find my footing and start nudging him backwards. He takes my hint, breaking the kiss so he can steer me around in front of him, giving me room to lead the way.
It’s warm in my bedroom, the summer heat from the day still lingering. I do not fucking care. We can get nice and sweaty while we do this. I collapse on the sheets and shimmy up my bed, keeping my eyes on Shaw’s hungry gaze. I reach under my skirt and pull off my underwear.
“Is Vaughn home? Is he at his place?” I ask him as I toss my draws on the floor.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Call him on Facetime.”
“’Kay. Hold on.” Shaw pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He toes out of his sneakers as the sounds of the Facetime alert echoes through my room. My eyes stay on him as he kneels on the edge of the mattress just as Vaughn answers. At the sound of Vaughn’s voice, my hand slides between my legs. I didn’t realize how much I missed him.
“Hey. Whoa. Hey. Are you at Brooklyn’s?” he asks, confused.
“Yeah. I think someone misses you. Say hi, baby.”
“Hi Vaughny,” I wave to the camera on Shaw’s phone and spread my legs a little wider.
“Can’t say I hate that view. What are you two doing? Did you kiss and make up? From the look of things, Brooklyn’s forgiven you.”
“We’re getting there. We’re skipping right to the good part and I think Brook wants you to watch.”
“I do.” I say.
“Here.” Shaw hands me his phone. I can’t help but smile the second I see Vaughn’s face.
“Hey you,” I say.
“I’m glad you two are working things out,” he chuckles a bit. “What’s Shaw doing?”
“Just getting naked.” I flip the camera around so he can see his boyfriend stripping down to nothing but his thick erection and look of determination.
“I don’t hate this view either. Sad I can’t be there, though.”
“Next time,” Shaw says. He climbs on the bed and wraps his arms around my thighs. I hold my breath as he pulls me close and doesn’t waste any time dragging his tongue over my wet slit. It’s strange, seeing him in the rectangle on the phone screen, seeing his shoulders move just beyond the edges of his phone case, feeling him push his fingers inside me.
“Can you see this?” I ask Vaughn as I bite back a moan.
“I can, baby. It looks good as hell.”
“Will you touch yourself for me?” I ask. Shaw groans in agreement, driving his fingers deeper into my pussy. He turns his head and gives my thigh a gentle scrape with his teeth before he turns his tongue’s attention back to my clit.
“I thought you would never ask,” Vaughn says. I hear the rustling of his clothes. I look at the way his glasses slip down his nose as he tries to hold on to his phone and pull out his dick.
“You have to show me,” I whimper. Shaw does some magic combination of licking and stroking, and a small orgasm rolls through me. I grab his shoulder with my free hand, seeking out the anchor I need to stop myself from scurrying up my bed. When I open my eyes again, I get a screen full of Vaughn’s hand stroking over his cock. The image is a little grainer than I’d like, but’s clear enough for it to completely turn me on.
“Jesus Christ. Shaw, look at this.” I turn the phone around so he can see. I’d smile at the look on his face, the way his eyebrows shoot up and the slow smirk that follows, but his fingers are still moving inside me and I can’t think about reacting to anything other than how good this feels. I bring the phone back up so I can see what Vaughn’s doing with his long fingers and so he can see what Shaw is going with his thick calloused fingers and his amazing tongue. I regret the fact that I don’t have a phone stand. I also regret the fact that I didn’t tell Vaughn to come down to my apartment too. Shaw and I could have talked alone and then Vaughn would have been here to enjoy the fun. Next time, I tell myself, ’cause there’s definitely going to be a next time.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t wait,” Shaw says suddenly. He stands off the bed and grabs a condom from his pants pocket. Once he has it in place, he takes the phone from me. “I think Vaughn might like this view a little bit better.” I look down as he pushes my thigh up with his free hand. I reach and help him center the tip of his cock right at my opening. My hips move on their own, pushing down to meet his gentle thrust. Shaw’s dick is huge and I love how much he’s filling me up.
I don’t realize my eyes are closed again until I hear Vaughn’s groan coming through the speaker.
“Fuck, man. You didn’t tell me her pussy was this good,” Shaw says.
Vaughn laughs a little as Shaw lets out a deep breath. “Yes, the hell I did, but you didn’t want to believe me. Fuck.” My pussy clenches hard at the hiss coming from him. God, I wish Vaughn was here.
“Well, shit. I believe you now. You gotta stop hiding this body from us, baby. This pussy, your ass. It’s too good.”
“I’ll do my best,” I groan out. I stop talking and focus my every thought to where Shaw and I are connected, the way his erection feels pumping in and out of me. How seriously fucking wet I am. I couldn’t be more turned on by the fact that Vaughn is watching us, that he’s touching himself while he watches us. I can’t see him, but I can hear the way he’s breathing hard near his phone. I can hear the way he says my name, the way he says Shaw’s name. I can just picture the way he looks stroking his dick. If I didn’t have the career I have or a fear of losing it in a foolishly scandalous way, I’d tell Shaw to hit that screen record. I want to relive this moment.
