Page 42 of Dare You to See Me
I press my toes against the edge of the desk and carefully push. In the corner of the screen I see my body come into view and let my knees fall open. For a moment, I think the screen is frozen. King sits motionless, his hand still wrapped around his dick and his body rigid. Only his chest rising and falling tells me our connection is still good.
Virtual and otherwise.
Finally he says, “Look at that beautiful pussy. Play with it, Sunny. Show me what you do when you’re all alone.”
I bring my trembling hand to my mouth and stick two fingers inside, soaking them with saliva. I hear a hiss come from King. His voice is still so low and whispered, I can barely make it out. I slide my hand down my torso until I reach the juncture between my thighs, then languidly stroke my clit before slipping two fingers inside of me.
“Holy fuck. I bet you taste delicious.” King goes back to stroking himself and I watch how expertly he does so. “In and out. Yeah. Just like that baby girl.”
My fingers plunge in and out and I feel my nipples tighten. The touch is all mine but it’s him I feel caressing my skin.
“Jesus, I wish I could lick those fingers clean. Tell me what you taste like. I need to know.”
Taste myself?Maybe I’m too vanilla, but I’ve never tasted myself. If Gene went down on me, which was rare, he’d finish and immediately go scrub his mouth like he just ate a heaping bowl of dog shit. And if I gave him a blowjob, the last thing you would ever find him doing would be kissing me afterwards.
“Be a good girl and do it for me.” He sounds needy and I love that I’m the one doing that to him.
My fingers slip from my wanton pussy and just like before, I lick and suck, moaning with my lips wrapped around them. I taste traces of the oils I rubbed on my body along with something a bit tangy, but not bitter. It’s just…different.
“Yeah. Just like that. Taste good?” He sounds like a fiend who quit smoking and wants to know how the burn in your lungs feels again. I nod and his hand clenches around his dick. “Damn, I wish I was there to find out for myself.”
“Take off your helmet and maybe we can make that happen.”Who the fuck am I right now?
It’s a fantasy world we’re living in. I need to remember that, and remind myself it’s just words. It’s the same as being locked in a dream. When you’re lost to another world, you let yourself go and indulge.
With a shake of his head he says, “Can’t do that, my Sunny girl. But how about you work that pussy of yours and come all over those fingers.”
Slowly, I continue to rub and stroke working to get me there. I watch King do the same and while I feel myself nearing the peak, it’s just out of reach. I close my eyes and lay my head back and summon the visions that, lately, have me tipping over the edge.
Malik.
His smile. The way his eyes drink me in. The feel of his hand when he innocently touched my shoulder. How his hand would feel if it was his and not mine, right now.
My breathing turns heavy and a chill flashes over me, the familiar sign that the wave is about to come crashing in and pull me under the riptide.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” King’s commanding and dark tone manages to pull me from my reverie.
I press my palm to my clit and move it the way I wish Malik could. I drive my fingers deeper, moving them faster and coaxing the orgasm from within. King’s hand moves at the same tempo and it feels like we’re in the same room, experiencing the moment side by side, flesh to flesh.
“Oh god,” I moan just as my body begins to float.
My arms shake and my toes curl. Pleasure-laced cries fall from my lips, and white stars burst behind my eyelids. I’ve never stood next to an explosion, but the way I feel off kilter –sounds strangled and time moving in slow motion– is how I imagine it would be.
“Watch me, Sunny. Watch,” he chokes out, and I blink my bleary eyes just in time to see him erupt all over his hand.
He sucks down air, trying to feed his lungs of what's been deprived, and coats himself in his release. It’s carnal and salacious yet satisfying. Was he thinking of someone else the way I was? Perhaps another woman who has been enticed online.
When he’s finished, we both sit silently, waiting for the other to break the awkward moment. I can hear his labored breaths and wonder if he has a microphone in his helmet, explaining why he sounds like he’s in a cave, sometimes.
“Be a good girl and lick those fingers clean. Savor what I do to you.”
A tingle shoots up my spine and I wrap my tongue around my doused fingers. It tastes different, good. But it isn’t King that I relish.
It’s Malik.
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