Page 27 of Wild Card
“I know you do.”
He sets me down on my feet in a bedroom, one that I assume is his and we both start stripping out of our clothes. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the nightstand and my eyes go to it as I toss my bra and shirt on the chair next to it. I imagine him filming me, rewatching it after I’m gone and the thought of it lights everything inside me on fire. Suddenly a thing I thought I might want is a need.
I pick it up and hand it to a naked Tobias, pushing him back into the chair as I slide to my knees.
“Scarlett?” He nearly chokes on my name.
“I want you to film me while I get you off.”
“But—” He frowns, starting to protest.
“It’s not my birthday, so no excuses. Unless you don’t want it now?”
He curses under his breath, but the way his eyes light I can tell he likes the idea. “I want it, but I just want you to be sure. Extra fucking sure if I’m recording it.”
“I’m extra sure,” I reassure him.
“Anytime you want it to stop, you say so. You want to delete it, we delete it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree as I wrap my hand around him, slowly stroking down.
His cock is unbelievably perfect, just thick and long enough without being too much and curved up just that little bit where he hits every spot. Attached to this man, with the tattoos and the body, that makes me want to die a little every time I get to see it, makes it feel like the universe was a little too unfair when it made him.
I can’t imagine many men compare when you’ve had Tobias first. Maybe some of the models he dates go on to get other athletes or actors who can compete with the memory, but I will certainly be returning to average Joes after this and will be summoning this memory to get me through the inevitable future crappy one-night stands and ill-advised dates.
So I’m going to make the most of it while I can. Including recording a few moments when he’s into it.
“You’re sure?” he asks again, his brows knitting together with concern, and I smile at his need for reassurance.
“I’m positive,” I answer as I slide my tongue down the length of him, and his eyes shutter on a curse.
“Fuck, Scarlett… I don’t deserve this.”
SIXTEEN
Tobias
I hitthe record button on my phone just as she takes me in her mouth, and it’s too much at once. The sight of her through the screen, the feel of her mouth, and the fact that she’s encouraging me to take the video in the first place. I can barely hold it still, and I have to close my eyes for a second when she takes me deeper, concentrating hard on not just fucking coming right this second all over the back of her throat.
“Fuck… Fucking fuck. Slower, Spitfire. Your mouth is too fucking good.” I groan as she slides further back on my cock dangerously close to the base, taking me deeper than I expected her to.
I might be an ass for thinking it, but I didn’t expect her to be very good at this. In my head, she’s the good girl in a cardigan, making notes at her desk and taking crumpets and tea at night. Too good to know how to hit her knees and take cock down her throat. So having her kneeling before me and taking me down like she manages men like me on a normal night is a surprise.
Her hand wraps around the base of my cock as she devours me again, and she slides it in rhythm with her mouth. I move the screen out of my way, so I can watch her for real. Seeing her concentrating hard, wanting nothing but to get me off is a memory I want as much as a recording. There’s only one thing missing, and it’s a thing I hope will slow her down enough that we can make this last.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes lift to mine as her tongue works over the tip of my cock, and I have to close my eyes for a moment to regain my composure.
“Please? For me.” I brush the hair out of her face and cradle her jaw in my hand. A soft blush on her cheeks forms as she slides the hand that’s not wrapped around me between her legs.
“Rub your clit for me. I want to feel you moaning on my cock while you do it. Think about how it’s going to be my mouth there later.”
Her eyes shutter as her fingers circle, and I reposition the camera and lean back just to listen to the sound of her. Her mouth on my cock and her fingers sliding through her wetness while she hums her approval. It’s fucking perfect.
Something I put out into the universe must have been phenomenally, cosmically, profoundly fucking good. Because this right here with Scarlett so soft and eager, so willing to do things we both love. It feels like a massive fucking reward. The kind that comes so rarely I’m half enjoying it and half worrying about how soon it’s going to be over. So thank fuck for recording this for posterity. I just pray she doesn’t want me to delete it because this is going to be the star of every fucking self-session I have for years to come.
But right now I can’t take much more.
