Page 64 of Faking All the Way
ME: You’re gorgeous.
She flushes, the pink spreading across her chest, her breasts rising with her inhale.
KAT: So are you. You’re… wow.
Then she texts again, her fingers moving quickly.
KAT: I don’t know what to do.
ME: Yeah you do. I saw you last night, bright eyes. You know exactly what to do.
The pink in her cheeks deepens, a look of embarrassed arousal spreading over her face. She sits down on her bed, mirroring my position. Setting her phone beside her on the mattress, she reaches up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, and I groan out loud.
The sound is rough and primal as I reach into my sweats, gripping my cock and stroking it lightly through the fabric.
ME: Fuck, keep going. If I were there, I’d play with your nipples. Do it for me.
She does, rolling them between her fingers, and I can’t hear her gasp but I can see it. Her mouth falls open slightly as her body responds to the sensations.
ME: That’s good. So fucking good. Now touch yourself. I want to see.
She looks over at me, and there’s heat in her gaze. Need.
KAT: Is that what you’re doing?
I stroke my cock harder, letting her see the movement beneath my pants, the outline of my hand moving.
ME: Yeah. I’m so fucking hard.
That seems to affect her. I watch as she slowly, tentatively, slides a hand into her shorts. I can see her fingers moving beneath the fabric, see her body respond, and it drives me crazy. It makes me itch to be there with her, to be the one touching her.
I spit on my palm and then delve my hand beneath my waistband again and start to stroke myself more intentionally, working my cock in a steady rhythm. Timing it with the way she’s moving her hand, imagining it’s me touching her. Imagining all the sounds she made last night, how she might sound right now if I was actually there making her feel good.
She picks up her phone with shaking fingers, typing one-handed.
KAT: I keep thinking about the things you said last night. The sounds you made.
ME: Me too.
Heat is building inside me, pleasure shooting up my spine as I watch her get more into it. Just like she did last night, her body is starting to move more freely, arching into her own touch. Getting less self-conscious, more lost in the sensation.
I’m breathing harder, my chest rising and falling. “Oh,fuck,” I mutter, my voice a harsh rasp.
ME: I want to see all of you.
I see her get the text, her eyes shifting back and forth as she read it. She stills for a second, then looks over at me.
KAT: You too.
Lost in the moment, in the need burning through me, I don’t even hesitate. I just shift my weight and shove my pants and boxers down my legs, freeing myself. My cock springs free, hard and thick, and I wrap my hand around it and stroke with a long, slow movement, letting her watch. Enjoying the way her gaze tracks the motion, hunger burning in her expression.
She does the same, lifting her hips to shimmy out of her shorts and panties and kicking them away onto the floor.
ME: Wider, baby. Let me see.
She flushes deeper, and I’m not sure she’ll do it. Maybe I pushed too far, asked for too much. But then she spreads those gorgeous thick thighs, giving me a view that makes my brain short-circuit. Every thought disappears from my head except the need to see more, to watch her reach her peak.
I can’t even text anymore. I’m too caught up, too entranced by the sight of her. I just nod in encouragement, and she follows my urging and starts to touch herself between her legs, her fingers working her clit in slow circles.
