Page 44 of Scandalous Lover

It’s not until I’m safely in my house, curtains drawn, settled on my couch that I finally click the link Naomi sent. It’s a downloaded file from a web hosting site that does, in fact, seem secure. She’s set up a passkey linked to my information, and it makes me jump through several hoops before the file is delivered.

I grab myself a beer while I wait for the enormous file to buffer enough to play with my slow island internet.

When the video finally starts, I cringe at the sound of my own voice coming too loud from the tinny phone speaker. I hit the button to turn it down to almost silent as I watch myself walk onto the screen.

The camera was set up on the tall dresser in Naomi’s bedroom. From this vantage point, I can see the love seat, the bed, and the wall where I stood perfectly. The door to the walk-in closet is just to the left of the frame.

We enter her room and stumble, hands on each other’s stillclothed bodies, over to the loveseat. I watch us fumble and laugh for a few painfully awkward moments before jumping the video forward.

I’m standing and walking across the room with Naomi close behind. My back hits the wall and I get a full view of my own face for the first time. I look nervous, a bit uncertain, with flashes of what could only be called recklessness passing through my eyes as I watch the gorgeous woman on her knees before me.

I click the volume up just a bit and listen to our words, even though I have them memorized from playing it over and over in my mind since this all went down.

“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Beg.”

“Oh, you’d like that, would you?”

With those words, I watch my face change. Gone is the timid man. The man who knows damn well he should be anywhere but here. He’s been replaced by someone fierce. Someone who has the power in this situation and is greedily giving it away to get what he wants.

She has my pants down and I step out of them. When her hands reach up to grip my prominent erection on the screen, I can’t help but reach down and set my hand on the front of my pants, knowing I’ll find a similar situation in real life.

I stroke my palm firmly down the length of myself from the outside of my jeans as Naomi sucks the tip of my cock into her mouth. I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen, can’t take a breath as more and more of my length disappears through those pink lips.

Losing the battle, I hit pause, set my beer down on the table, unbutton my jeans, and lower the zipper. I only make enough room to get my hand inside and grip myself, my palmclammy, my jeans too tight, phone balancing precariously on my thigh.

I’m not ready to commit to full-on jerking off while watching myself get head on my phone screen.

I’m not sure what that would say about me, but whatever it is, I don’t want it said aloud.

Naomi has both hands on my body. One gripping my cock, feeding it in and out of her lips. The other hand grips my hip, her nails curling into my flesh as she uses my leg for balance. I grip my own hip in the place I remember, the place I watched those fingernail marks fade for days after finally catching a flight back to Faraday.

With a resigned sigh, I go with it, stroking myself in long, firm grasps, eyes glued to the tiny figures on my phone screen. She’s pulling away now, and I know what comes next.

She tells me to come in her mouth.

I lean my head back, allowing my eyes to close for a millisecond before snapping them open once more.

She’s got my cock in her mouth. I can see on my own face that I’m close. Back is the uncertainty in my face, and I know why. I haven’t made a habit of coming in women’s mouths. I’ve always pulled out, assuming that’s the right thing to do.

I’m nervous for myself just watching, but I can’t look away. On screen, I have one hand twisted in Naomi’s long, auburn curls, not moving her head, just holding on for dear life. I don’t take my eyes off my cock in her mouth as I start to contract at the core.

I watch my face crumple into my orgasm, eyes squeezing involuntarily closed, bottom lip clenched tightly between my teeth. Naomi tilts her head upward, following the movement of my cock as my body spasms, keeping as much of it in her mouth as she can manage.

She licks and sucks as my cum fills her throat. I cansee her swallow over and over as my hips start to move, plunging my length deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

I don’t remember doing that, and I watch with my mouth open as my face transforms once more. The uncertainty once again replaced by lusty desire. I glare down at her with dark eyes, fisting her hair and pumping into her mouth.

Stranglehold on my cock not giving me what I need, I slide my fist up to massage my tip, dragging my other hand down into my boxers to pull my balls gently. Fuck, it feels so damn good.

Am I really going to come, alone in my living room, watching homemade porn starring myself?

Naomi sits back on her heels on screen when I release her hair, and I soften the grip on my cock, amazed I managed to watch that whole scene without coming. I can’t hear what we’re saying with the volume turned down so low, but I know what happens next. She puts on that little pink number, and I choose the black vibrator.

I’m dying to watch her little show again, but I’m too wound up right now.

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