Page 155 of X Marks the Stalker
He resumes stroking as I slowly work the plug into my ass, the stretch burning. When it’s fully seated, I rock against it, moaning at the fullness.
“Fuck,” Xander groans, his hand moving faster. “Those sounds. I need to see.”
“Does this turn you on?” I ask, running my fingers between my legs. “Knowing I’m watching you while you can’t see me?”
“God, yes,” he pants. “I want to taste you. Feel you around me.”
I stand up, moving toward the bedroom with the laptop still streaming his image. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t come yet,” I warn, balancing the laptop in one hand. “Not until I say.”
I unlock the bedroom door and step inside. Xander’s eyes flash from the camera to me, real and present now. I set the laptop aside, the feed still running—a mirror of our actions.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, dropping to my knees beside the bed. His hand works his cock and I’m mesmerized by the rhythm.
“I’m so close,” he warns, his voice tight.
“I know,” I whisper, leaning forward. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I replace his hand with my lips, taking him deep into my throat. He groans, hands tangling in my hair.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Take all of me.”
His words ignite something primal inside me. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper until I’m out of air.
“Fuck, Oakley,” he pants. “You’re so perfect like this, on your knees with your mouth full of my cock.”
The filthy praise sends heat spiraling. I moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.
“I’m going to come,” he warns, his grip tightening in my hair. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I hollow my cheeks again, sucking harder, loving how his hips buck. His breathing fractures.
I grip his thighs, taking him deeper, looking up to meet his eyes. The surrender in his gaze pushes him over the edge. He comes with a shout, pulsing down my throat as I swallow around him.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving. In one fluid motion, he flips me onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress.
Xander’s eyes darken as he studies my body, his gaze stopping when he catches the base of the plug between my cheeks.
“Is this my surprise?” His voice drops to that dangerous register that makes my nerve endings spark.
I nod, unable to form words as his fingers trace the edge of the smooth silicone base.
“You wore this while watching me?” His voice holds a note of awe.
“I wanted to try it,” I whisper, feeling exposed under his scrutiny. The fullness inside me intensifies as I clench around it. “I thought you might like it.”
“I do.” Xander’s lips curl into a predatory smile. “Turn over,” he commands.
I roll onto my stomach, face pressed into his sheets. They smell like him. The mattress dips as he positions himself behind me.
“Up,” he says, tapping my hips. I rise to my knees, ass in the air.
His palm connects with my ass in a sharp slap, against the plug. The impact drives it deeper, sending a shock wave through my entire body. I moan, loud and uninhibited, as the sensation radiates outward.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his breath hot against my back.
