Page 11 of Finding Haven
Fuck yeah.
“Hi, Z.” Her voice is softer than it was a few minutes ago. More hesitant. “Just a second. I’m gonna see if I can give you a better angle.” She lays the phone down, the camera suddenly pointing up at a white ceiling as sounds of shuffling come through my speaker system. A moment later, she comes back into view as she props her phone against something, gifting me with a view of her entire body. She’s sitting on one hip with her legs stretched out to the side, leaning on her forearm with her other hand resting at her waist. Her soft belly and supple curves are on full display, faint pale lines scattered along her sides and around her belly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman. She’s breathtaking.
NoMerZ:
Hey, beautiful.
I’ve never been the kind of man to have a type. I’ve always gravitated to women for who they are and how they present themselves, but watching this woman has my mouth watering and my pants becoming tighter by the second.
“You know,” she starts, her voice taking on a slight raspy tone. “This sorta feels like I’m talking to myself. Can I see you?”
My gaze shifts to the top of the chat window where a few different icons are located. I click the one indicating a camera and shift in my seat when the screen splits, showing both her camera feed and mine. I reach up and adjust the angle, making sure that my body is only visible from the chest down. I wasn’t planning on doing anything like this tonight and hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on. Thankfully, I hadn’t yet removed my gray joggers. I usually sleep in my boxer briefs and nothing else.
“Ah, there you are.” A playful expression dances across her lips. The lace mask hides enough of her face to keep her identity a mystery, but her smile has my heartbeat kicking up a notch. “I don’t know what I was expecting”—she bites at her bottom lip—“but this is a nice surprise. Your body is amazing, Z.”
The outline of my cock is visible against the thin fabric of my pants, but as on display as I feel, I can only imagine the feeling is even stronger for her.
NoMerZ:
Pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to be complimenting you.
Not gonna lie, it’s sort of hard to form coherent thoughts at the moment.
She hums softly. “Hard, huh? And why is that?” I watch as she trails a hand up the length of her body and back to her hip, tracing the movement with my eyes. There’s a small tattoo on the inside of her wrist, but it’s not the ink that catches my attention. On the back of her upper arm, I see a small white circular device attached to her skin, causing mybrain to skip to the glucose testing strip left behind by the woman at the bar.
I don’t have the words to explain to her that I’m so far out of my own comfort zone, but selfishly, I don’t want to share her attention. I don’t want her focusing on anyone else.
9
Quinn
Okay,sothisisactually happening. I’m on a live private stream with this guy, who seems incredibly hot judging by his body, and I don’t even know his name. He’s just NoMerZ, or Z as I’ve been calling him. It’s easier to call him that than to say his entire username, and calling him “Mercy” just feels weird.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. His body is insane. He has his camera angled so I can’t see his face, but his chiseled physique is partially on display thanks to his lack of a shirt. It gives me a chance to admire him. Swirls of dark ink line one side of his torso directly over his ribcage, starting at his hip. As my eyes slowly follow the path of the design, I realize it’s an enormous phoenix. The bird’s wings are flared out as though it’s mid-flight, soaring high with ribbons of smoke surrounding its body. His lower body is covered in a thin pair of what look like pajama pants, the outline of his hard cock visible through the gray material.
I almost feel like I need to cover myself up to prevent him from being subjected to my mediocre figure, but then I remind myself that he instigated this.
He paid for it.
He wants to see me.
“Hard, huh? And why is that?”I can’t believe those are the freaking words that fell from my lips. I’m definitely failing at this whole sex appeal thing, but whatever. All I can do is push forward and try to make sure this experience isn’t awkward for either of us. He’s paid several hundred dollars to have a private conversation with me, to see me perform, and I’m going to deliver.
NoMerZ:
For starters, you’re breathtaking.
I’m torn between wanting to talk to you, and wanting to touch myself while I watch you.
I’m sorry, was that too forward?
Okay, so he’s hotandcute. “Thank you, Z. And no, that wasn’t too forward,” I tell him, channeling my inner vixen as I trace the curve of my breasts through the lace bralette. “But you know, you’d be able to multitask if you turned your mic on. I’d love to hear your voice.” I don’t know if there’s some kind of protocol I’m supposed to follow here. It might be crossing an invisible boundary to have him not only on camera but also talking to me instead of typing. I don’t think I care.
NoMerZ:
Are you sure?
I can’t even lie to myself and pretend that the kindness and respect he’s showing me through these few simple exchanges isn’t already tugging at my heartstrings. Thankfully, Becca is in her room with her noise-canceling headphones on while she immerses herself in an audiobook.She’s been my biggest cheerleader with all of this, but she would be endlessly teasing me if she overheard the things I’m saying.
