Mission fucking accomplished. Slide that toy all the way in and hit that spot on your clit that getsyou every single time. I’m so fucking close, but I need you to come with me.
I’m feeling the build-up of my orgasm. It’s so close I can taste it when a ping from my phone interrupts me. A video from Arlo pops up, and I click on it.
My jaw drops. Arlo, in the bathtub, stroking his sexy-as-fuck cock and coming all over his abs. A faint groan of my name sounding through the speakers sends shockwaves through my body as I rub my clit hard with his motion. I whimper out my orgasm before I’m completely out of breath and collapse against my bed.
Holy shit, that was hot as fuck. Who knew he had it in him?
The Asshole:
Did you come with me?
I take a second to catch my breath because not only did I come, but it rivals the orgasms he gave me on Friday.
Me:
Yes, yes, I did.
Me:
I didn’t know you had that in you. That was sexy as hell.
Will I regret telling him that in the morning? Most likely, but I don’t care. That was by far the hottest thing I’ve seen by a mile. Screw dick pics. I want a video of a guy coming from now on.
The Asshole:
It would have been better in person, but it’ll do for tonight.
Me:
For tonight?
Why, oh why, am I even asking? This is supposed to be a one-off, just like Friday was.Yep, doing a great job at keeping it a one-off, Rina.
Logic can suck it for once.
The Asshole:
I’m here whenever you need some relief, so how about we keep it open-ended?
Can I do that? Keep anything with Arlo open-ended and not lose my heart to him again? I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I do know my business isn’t slowing down any time soon, and having guaranteed orgasms on top of everything isn’t a bad thing.
Me:
I could be amenable to that.
I swear I can feel him smiling from here, and my hackles raise just enough to second-guess things. But then, he texts me again.
The Asshole:
There’s no pressure, ever, Rina.
Feeling myself start to crash, I toss my toy on the floor so I remember to clean it in the morning. I plug my phone in as my eyes feel heavy and send one last text before I crash for the night.
Me:
Thank you. Good night, Arlo.
Chapter 8
