I needed to find somewhere private where I could devote all my attention to him.
We had three and a half weeks until Molly returned. Instead of finding Harry and telling him how I felt, potentially ripping him apart by making him choose between me and Molly, I was simply showing him how good I could make him feel if, or when, I fucked him. Because obviously a silver metal vibrator was the exact replica of my cock.
My twisted logic was all I had as my eyes flicked up to the bridge. Someone was meant to stay up there at all times, ‘just in case’. But last year I’d dragged two guys up there and spent the rest of the night fucking undisturbed, so I was pretty sure I’d be safe.
I was tempted to go down and kick Darcy out of the room. Even if he was already balls deep inside that poor waiter. But it was safer to go up there. I could see myself doing something stupid like knocking on Harry’s door just before he was about to come and finishing the job with my tongue.
Even if that wasn’t an option, I still wanted to comfort him.
The energy was picking up. The sounds of the parties from the banks travelled across the dark water, mixed with the chorus of the opera. Every year Mallory hired the best, and every year they outdid themselves with bigger and bolder performances.
Five minutes was more than enough time for me to dance around grabby old men and horny young socialites, pick the lock to the bridge with the pin of my corsage and get myself comfortable in the captain’s chair.
Harry
My chest rubbed against the thick wooden headboard, my arm aching as I gripped the edge, trying to hold myself up. My fingers massaged my ass, spreading the special lube around my entrance, already feeling the light tingles that had my muscles relaxing.
I was propped up on my knees, one hand stretched behind my back, pushing my ass out to get a better feel of myself. My cock was already rock hard. My phone sat on the shelf above the bed so I could read her messages.
I only had the bedside light, but it was enough to see what I was doing.
I wanted someone there. I didn't know if I could reach far enough with the vibrator. I wanted someone to push it in, to open me up, to give me the freedom to let go and take me away.
I squeezed my eyes shut, because I knew what I really wanted.
Arousal pulsed through me, imagining Dom standing there, stroking down my back as I stayed open for him.
I’d gone from seemingly noble head of a charitable foundation to lying on a bed, about to fuck myself with avibrator, all in the space of an hour. I hated and loved myself for it, because it showed how much I’d changed.
Trembling, my cock twitched as the first flutterings of an orgasm already took me. I hadn’t even touched the vibrator yet and I already wanted to come.
I pulled back my fingers and changed position. Leaning down to thread my hand underneath me, I groaned as I covered my cock and balls in more lube.
Start rubbing and fingering yourself. I want you nice and wide when I enter you.
A shuddering sigh joined the sound of the bed creaking as I spread my knees. Reaching back, I moaned, no hesitation as I pressed my middle finger into my ass. I took time to adjust my hips and make myself comfortable. I could imagine it was simple sexual play instead of a night that might change me forever.
I arched my back as I lined up the next finger.
Another text flashed up on the screen.
I wish I could hear you. Would you let me call you?
Hesitation tremored through me. I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself. I’d already slipped up once in my office bathroom, but no one was around to hear it. If I called Dom’s name again, I wouldn’t be able to hide it.
The internet is so bad here. I’ll have to put myself on mute. I don’t think video will even work. I just want to hear you moan.
No video. No eyes looking up at me. No way for her to see how I was bending and curving myself, or what a mess I looked like every time I came.
I’m sorry.
Is that too much for you?
I laughed. In my position, with a second finger pressing in, lifted against the thick wooden headboard, preparing to push a vibrator into my ass to my fiancée’s commands while thinking of my best friend… Was anything really too much for me at the moment?
I closed my eyes, pursing my lips as I kept moving.
No, it’s okay. Call through.
