Yes, your promise,comes his almost instant reply.I get to choose how and when, remember?His reply that has my insides liquefying with need.
Action is eloquence. Or to put it into more familiar words, time to put your money where your mouth is, Kate.
With a tremulous breath, I set the scarf aside and pull out the final item. Another box: gold, with an almost satin-like finish. Inside is an amber coloured glass bottle, painted with a scene from what looks like the Garden of Eden. As attractive as both the bottle and the packaging are, it doesn’t detract from the fact that this is lube. A bottle of lube.What the hell for?
Lube?I type.
Yes.
Should I be worried?
No, but you should be naked. Get on the bed, prop your back against the pillows, and open your email. There’s something I want you to see.
I push my gifts into the centre of our massive bed and pushing the empty boxes to the floor with my arm, I climb into the middle of the mattress, shifting to and fro, trying to position myself in a seductive pose.Frig, I’ve still got my socks on. I peel them off, dismayed at the line they’ve left around my ankle.Shit, even my ankles have gotten fat!I begin rubbing them frantically, hoping to make the rings fade.
Have you started without me?comes Kai’s next text.Wasn’t the scarf’s message clear enough?
No, I’m here. I’m ready.
Though for what, I’m not sure. And why was I arsing about; it’s not like he can see me. Not yet, anyway. Pulling my iPad towards my naked lap, I toggle to my email and a video file from Kai, as my phone chimes again.
Before we start, remember: no touching yourself.
My chest feels knotted with breath as I open the file.
Audio rustles and the screen is filled by a blur of skin. His chest, I can now see as he moves back against the plush headboard of his hotel bed. He seems to be wearing the same pants as the earlier pic, though I’m pleased to see he’s lost the shirt. He doesn’t speak, but briefly levels his gaze on his own device—phone? iPad?—as he begins loosening his fly with that sinful glance.
And that one look... it’s already too much.
I’m wet, and he hasn’t even started. And I’m naked, and I know there’s a reason why. I push my thighs together, conscious of the moisture gathering there, which brings my mind back to the lube.Stop it. Stupid mind, freaking out.I shake my head and concentrate on the screen again.
Kai doesn’t take off his pants, but pulls himself free from the confines of his grey boxer briefs, holding the heavy weight of himself in one palm. He curls his fingers around his girth, then strokes: once, twice. I hold my breath, almost not daring to move, as he rubs his thumb over the silky head, exhaling a heavy breath.
My mouth is dry and my heart is beating somewhere between my legs as he runs his fingers from root to tip, his stomach muscles rippling as he teases the swollen head. If it’s even possible, his cock appears to grow larger. The fingers of his free hand move away to the side, slipping into his pocket, and pulling out... my lace knickers. He trails them across his body, his abs contracting. My breath hitches as he then takes the fabric in his palm, wrapping both them and his long fingers around the base of his shaft.
He doesn’t look up—doesn’t look at the camera—and I know it’s not because he’s camera shy. I feel like this is some sort of statement, like how this isn’t about me, this isn’t for my pleasure.
It’s all about him.
He starts off slow, breath heavy as he rubs his length, twisting a little at the head. My insides are tight, my fingers grasping my tablet tighter than it needs as his free hand brings a bottle into view—something clear squirted into his working hand. His movements change then, speeding up, his hands working harder, his breath coming in short but weighty bursts. Suddenly, he cups his hand around the distended head, fingers tightening as he lets out an earthy groan.He’s come, I think. That was kinda fast—and fantastic,when he swaps his cupped fist for his thumb, brushing against the tiny hole there. As his thumb lifts, a small amount of white liquid stretches like a glossy string.
I hear myself sort of squeak, pushing one hand between my thighs and squeezing them tight. But I don’t cheat—I could, but I won’t, and he starts again.
Harder, faster, rougher. His breath is rapid and sandpapery.
I’m almost rocking, my hips almost lifting from the bed, right at the moment his gaze rises. The truth and depth of his fierce need sears me and I desperately want him to come—to come for me. But he smiles, and it’s all sorts of sinful as he slows down his movements again. The moment goes on forever, or so it seems, our eyes connected over the ether, over the internet, this need between us igniting across the distance, as he drives himself to the edge, and back again. Pausing. Breathing, his sounds and actions driving me to my own brink.
And then it’s over. Just like that. But the ending isn’t a happy one. For either of us.
My hand slips from between my clenched thighs as I hold the tablet again in two hands; as though holding it this way will give me a better insight into his head. Kai stops, completely, his hands falling to his sides, palms lying against the coverlet. His breath is rough and uneven, his eyes screwed tightly closed, his cock twitching hard, swollen, and now, ignored.
I’m fascinated. And appalled, and can’t imagine what’ll come next.
Will he... eventually? Will I get to watch?
There’s a static-y noise as he moves on the bed, and my Kai peep show abruptly ends.
Nooo! What was that?I don’t even bother with my phone, using the messaging function on my tablet.
