It was strange when he put things that way. Having various people staying in this condo wasn’t unusual. It was the reason we’d named it Tourism. Why I hadn’t truly considered that Harrison’s stay wasn’t going to be long-term was weird. While I was attracted to Harrison, Rob was right that I shouldn’t jump back into a serious relationship out of the gate. Knowing things between us would only be temporary made the relationship safer.
Setting my glass down, I rubbed my hands along the tops of my thighs. “Rob was the only man I’d ever slept with. I never dated anyone else. I think having a chance to have fun, learn some things about what I like and don’t like will be good for me. I need it. Don’t worry about me becoming attached. I’m not ready for a relationship. Not yet. This really will be all about sex.”
I stuck out my hand, proud of myself that it wasn’t shaking. Harrison looked at it, but didn’t reach out to take it.
“One last thing.” He leaned forward, forcing me to drop my hand. “We start back at the beginning of all this. Day One. We’ll take each card in turn, talk about it if you want, but go through them all. If you want to veto something then fine, but that will end our exploration. I need you to trust me that I won’t hurt you. I also have to trust you. My reputation, my standing with my company could be impacted if it gets out that I’m doing this. Several of my clients are ultraconservative and would run if they caught wind of this.”
“I hadn’t thought a lot about that. If this is going to cause you problems—”
“My sex life is none of their business.” His gaze narrowed and I felt as though he was going to kiss me again. “As long as I keep things separate and quiet, it will be fine.”
This time when I held my hand out, he took it. With one firm shake we sealed the deal. How things were going to proceed from here was beyond me.
“So.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Now what?”
Harrison reclaimed his glass and took another deep sip. “We start back on Day One.”
“Well, I can do that tonight. Unless we count this morning.” I mumbled that last part, but the glint in his eyes told me he heard it anyway.
“No.” He set his glass down and stood. He took my glass from my hand and set it on the table beside his. “We’re in this together. That means I have to be a part of each day’s task.”
“You want me to masturbate? In front of you?” No. No way could I do that.
“Is that a problem?”
“Yes.” I’d never even done that in front of Rob. It was a private thing, something that I’d always felt guilty about when I’d been married. “I mean, I don’t . . .”
He chuckled. “You can’t tell me you don’t know how. I heard evidence to the contrary when I moved in.”
“I was alone. And I had porn and a vibrator. I don’t even know where your bathroom is. How can you expect me to get myself off here?”
“I didn’t say you had to do it here. I just need to watch.”
Rather than directing me to his bedroom or other likely location, Harrison disappeared into the hall, only to emerge a few minutes later with a laptop. “I assume you are computer-friendly?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Have you ever used video chats before?”
“Sure. All the time at work.” The realization hit me like a sucker-punch. “You want me to get off on camera?”
“I have a Web site that I use for presentations. You can log in and control all the settings, including blocking the ability for me to record what you’re projecting. It will be safe. I’ll be able to see you, talk to you, but I won’t physically be in the same place.”
My immediate reaction was to say no. There were so many reasons why this was a bad idea. So many potential issues, things that could backfire that only a raving fool would say yes. Instead of the refusal that should have come, I leaned in and took a look at the Web site. “The host doesn’t record the session?”
“No. A friend of mine is the owner. He’s given me some extra perks that normally aren’t available. I promise that it’s one hundred percent safe.”
Well, if I was going to start on a sexual adventure, this was certainly a unique way to kick things off.
I reached out, letting my fingers brush along the side of Harrison’s. “Day One?”
“With an audience. You can use your laptop, set it up wherever you want. You’ll be in your own home, with your own things.” He leaned in, his hot breath tickling the side of my throat. “I’ll get to see what you like. What excites you. I’ll know what to do to turn you on.”
Only a fool would say yes. I turned my face and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Give me the login information.”
8
The laptop wasn’t even turned on and I could already feel its judgmental lens watching me. I’d set it on the opposite side coffee table from where I’d be . . . whatever the hell I’d end up doing. Since I’d come back home from Harrison’s, I tried not to dwell too much on what I’d agreed to.
Seriously, masturbating on camera was either the most brilliant idea ever, or plain stupid beyond belief. I’d come to a decision as to which it was sooner or later. Most likely depending on if this backfired on me or not.
I kept trying to convince myself that this wasn’t the sort of thing Rob had in mind when he’d set out to write his sex cards. Though as much as I wanted to believe that he would have a problem with what I was about to do, I knew he really wouldn’t. If anything he’d cheer me on.
Well, if this was going to happen I had to turn the computer on and log in. I half-hoped for technical difficulties to give me an excuse to back out, but no, everything went smoothly. The login screen popped away and I was left with a welcome page. Within a minute a second user joined the room, HanShotFirst.
Lord, he really was a Star Wars geek.
The sound of a throat being cleared vibrated out from the laptop’s speaker. Harrison didn’t say anything else, but that one little noise sent my heart racing so hard and fast I’m sure if someone could see the inside of my ribs there’d be a mark from the pounding. Ignoring him would have been the ideal, but there was no way that would happen now.
“Can you see me okay?” I kept my face turned from the camera. I’m sure I was beet red. “I can shift the laptop around a bit if you need me to.”
“You’re coming in nice and clear.”
When I’d logged in to the site, I’d turned off the option to be able to see him. I should have left it on because my mind was instead supplying all sorts of images that may or may not be reality. I could see Harrison sitting in the middle of his couch, leaning back against the leather cushion. His shirt would be unbuttoned and spread open. The memory of what his skin felt like, how soft and smooth the hair on his chest was, made my fingers itch to touch.
“Alyssa? Are you okay?”
Shit, I hope I’m not drooling. “Yeah, of course. I’m just going to finish getting a few things.”
“You know you can still back out of—”
“Don’t say it! If you give me an out I might take it and I really don’t want to do that. Just . . . be quiet. Okay? Don’t say a word.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Even through the computer I could tell the bastard was laughing at me.
I marched to my bedroom and gave myself a few minutes to chill out. This was weird and exciting all at once. My legs weakened as I sat down on the edge of the bed. My body was thrumming with arousal. This was new. It was the sort of thing I’d secretly always wanted to do. Thanks to Harrison’s brilliant idea, I was safe in my own home and had the control of how much he got to see. There was nothing for me to worry about.
With shaking fingers, I took my hair out of the bun I’d shoved it into. Giving my blond locks a quick shake, I toed off my socks before standing once more to remove my shorts. With three quick moves, I took my bra off without removing my shirt. My nipples rubbed against the soft jersey material, which sent another tremor of arousal through me.
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sturbating on camera in front of a man who I barely knew. There were many things I’d imagined doing in my life, but that was a sentence that hadn’t crossed my mind even once. It was daring, sexy, and something that I knew would change me. I just needed to be brave enough to go ahead with it.
“Let’s do this.” My words filled my empty bedroom.
Rather than settle on using my default vibrator, I reached into the bag from the sex store and removed one of the toys Nikki had tossed in. The silicone was soft, yet textured. I ran my finger up the length of the cock, my nail catching on the veins as I went. This sucker was big and would more than do the job of getting me off. I snagged a bottle of lube before I went back out to the living room.
“There you are.” Harrison’s voice sounded from the computer. “I thought for a second you’d changed your mind.”
“Nope.” But I did make one adjustment. I picked up the laptop and shifted its position. “Just needed to get my head in the game.”
Rather than giving him a full view of my face—because as much as I wanted to trust him on the no-recording thing, I didn’t know him that well—I placed the laptop so that he’d only be able to see my body. He didn’t complain about the move. He didn’t say anything at all. I took his silence as the start of our little project, picked up the remote, and pressed play.
There were my pirates!
It would have killed me to admit how much I actually enjoyed this movie. It was perfect fantasy material—being swept away by a pirate who wanted nothing more than to ravage you—where all partners involved were having a good time. I skipped ahead to my favorite scene—because yes, I’d watched it that much—and set my remote on the couch beside me.
Beside the laptop. Where Harrison was watching me.
I wriggled around in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Focus. I needed to focus on the movie and not on the sound of Harrison’s breathing.
“Wench! Get over here with a flagon of ale.” The pirate captain was shirtless, legs spread wide as he sat at a table. The actor was hot. Every muscle of his torso was well defined and he had strong-looking forearms. His face was unshaven, I assumed as their attempt to make him look dangerous, but it only highlighted his GQ looks.
A large-chested brunette sauntered over and slammed down a wooden mug. “There ye be, Captain. Is there anything else I can get for ye?”
Harrison snorted.
“Shut up.” I picked up the silicone cock and waved it in front of the camera. “Don’t distract me.”
He groaned again before falling silent.
I realized I was smiling when I let the tip of the cock fall against my lips. My attention was split between watching the pirate captain tear open the wench’s shirt to expose her breasts, and my desire to tease my invited voyeur. No, this wasn’t about him. I had to remind myself to be selfish once again. I was the only one responsible for my pleasure. Not Harrison and not my pirate captain. I reached for the lube, and squirted a bunch on the tip before I shimmied out of my panties.
“I want my fill of your pussy.” The pirate captain lifted the girl up and with a flourish “threw” her on the table. “I shall now lick your cream.”
There was another snort from the computer, but this time I ignored him.
Mimicking what I saw on the screen, I matched the pirate’s motions with the dildo. I ran the tip along my clit, teasing the flesh with soft almost-there caresses. My thumb hovered above the on switch, but I wanted to save that until I pressed it into my pussy. I circled my clit, taking time to press a little firmer on the top above the nerve bundle. A little gasp escaped me, and I had to clear my throat to help settle myself back down.
The wench moaned on-screen, bucking her hips as she held his head in place. I held my breath and watched. I loved this part, the moment where the pirate captain pulled back and the camera moved in for a close-up. His hair was long enough that it fell across his face, partially obstructing it. The focus went to his eyes and the devilish look he gave the woman he was about to fuck. The guy-liner was thick, and made his eyes stand out in a way that you couldn’t help but stare at them.
Even though I’d seen this scene several times already, there was something different this time around. When the camera moved in, I realized for the first time that the pirate’s eyes were the exact color of Harrison’s. I gasped and the movement inadvertently pushed the cock harder against my pussy.
“I will fuck you until you scream.” The pirate said the words low and they mixed with the sound of Harrison’s heavy breathing coming from the computer.
Arousal can do strange things to a person’s mind. In a blink the pirate on the screen morphed into Harrison and I was watching him seduce a willing partner. It was his black hair that kissed his stubble-covered cheek. It was his long, thick cock that sprung from the silken pants as they slipped to the ground.
I wanted to be that wench spread out on the table before him. I wanted to offer my breasts for him to suck on, to be the one impaled on his shaft until I came.
“Yes, I want to be yours.” The wench pulled her skirt up all the way and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was wet from desire, glistening in the flickering firelight.
With hard-fought restraint, I positioned the cockhead against my opening and waited. Would Harrison be this patient with me? Would he continue to tease my opening this way, until I begged him to fuck me?
The pirate captain took her by the hips and pushed into her with one smooth stroke. My hand shook as I followed suit. The silicone stretched my pussy wide as I worked it deep into my body. I didn’t wait for my body to adjust to the size of the dildo and began to pump into me with short strokes, matching what I saw on the screen.
The litany of moans from the couple was punctuated by the pirate grunting and the wench shouting, “Fuck!”
My lips had parted and the taste of salt and spice from dinner exploded on my tongue when it darted out to wet my skin. That small reminder pulled my gaze from the television screen toward where my computer camera watched. Looking at the darkened screen I could see the lust in my gaze and the flush on my skin reflected back to me.
Harrison was on the other end of that camera. While I couldn’t see him, I could feel his presence in the room. It wasn’t hard to imagine his gaze on my face, roaming across me as I fucked myself on the cock. Did he wish it was his? How would it feel to have his large hands grip my hips as he fucked me? Would he be as possessive as the pirate captain and take me over the table? Maybe he’d prefer to press me against a wall, using it as leverage and a means to keep me trapped against him? His cock would be thick and it would stretch me full until I could taste him.
I moaned a moment before the wench did on the screen. My eyes fluttered shut and my imagination no longer needed the visual stimulation to get me to my place of bliss. My mental picture of pirate Harrison was all it took. His firm chest clothed in the silken shirt. His tight buttocks clenching and releasing as he thrust into my wet pussy. I’d grab his ass, dig my nails into the firm muscles, and hold him there until I got what I wanted.
The porn movie played on. Their sounds filled my head as I madly fucked myself on the dildo. My orgasm was there . . . so . . . close. I panted, trying to get enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out. My eyes were screwed shut and I didn’t relent.
Almost . . .
“Bloody hell, yes!” The pirate captain roared as he came. I could hear their sweaty bodies slap together as he fucked his way through orgasm. The pleasure-filled screams of the wench coming quickly followed.
I saw none of it. With a pace that should have been painful but wasn’t, I met the thrust of the toy, pushing my hips down to connect on each motion. I sucked in a breath, mentally hovered on the precipice of release for a heartbeat before my body hurled itself over the edge.
I’ve often thought of orgasm as a burst of colors behind my lids; a bright light of pleasure that heats every cell in my body. Whether it was because of Harrison’s involvement, or simply my body’s sud
den greediness for release, things were different this time. My orgasm was beyond an explosion or the light fluttering of colors in my head. My pussy squeezed the cock in a death grip, as pleasure obliterated my ability to sense or feel anything else. It was so intense it almost hurt as my muscles refused to give way to the pleasure. I cried out again as another wave hit me, but this time I managed to open my eyes and watch the pirate wipe come across the wench’s stomach.
As quickly as my mind blanked out, my ability to think winked back into existence. Wow. Not just wow, but holy fucking shit wow. My toenails were tingling as a result of how hard I’d come. There was something different going on, and I knew it had everything to do with my new neighbor.
I dropped the dildo to the couch, my breath coming out in gasps as I fought to get myself back under control. I fumbled for the remote and turned off the DVD. My pirates deserved a rest after the outstanding job they’d done for me.
“Holy crap. That was intense.” I laughed weakly and let my head fall back against the couch. It took me a moment to realize that there was a sound coming from the other end of the computer, one I didn’t fully recognize. “Harrison? You still there?”
“I’m here for three months.” His voice had taken on a raspy quality and it was punctuated by a rhythmic sound in the background. He’d been turned on by what he’d watched, that much was clear. “Three months for thirty days of sex.”
My mouth opened to say something, but the words got caught in my throat when Harrison let out a moan.
Wait a second. “What are you doing?”
“I might have to go away, but you and I are going through those cards.” The noises increased, a squeaking sound that reminded me of when we’d been fooling around on his couch. “I’m going to make you come, feel alive. Fuck!” His powerful moans caused my laptop speaker to distort the sounds.
Holy shit, he’d been jerking off. He’d just come!
My heart was racing once more and my body, which I thought had been drained of all sexual energy, threatened to spark to life once more.
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